Devil’s Captive: Fallen Dynasty Book One by Starling Isabella & Callahan Kelli

Author:Starling, Isabella & Callahan, Kelli
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-05T16:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Violet

I finally understood what the devil wanted from me. All of the years of wondering—wandering in confusion—it had been building to that moment. Devlin did want me, but not on my terms. He didn’t want the obsessed child that begged for him at prom. He didn’t want the desperate girl that threw herself at him at the ballet. He wanted a woman—and he wanted me on my knees. The rumors were true about him—just like Annie warned. When the devil made someone an offer, they didn’t refuse.

I certainly couldn’t.

Not when he was the one person who could save my father.

Not when he was the man who could make sure my brother never ended up in handcuffs.

I sold my soul to the devil, and I was about to find out how steep the price was.

“Please don’t leave me—Master.” The word Master still felt strange in my throat, but I had a feeling I would get used to saying it.

“Tell me why you’re on your knees, princess.” His fingers traced my scalp and brushed against the back of my ear.

“I-I don’t know.” Her shoulders slumped forward, but her head tilted against my palm. “I thought this was what you wanted.”

“It isn’t just about what I want. I could leave—right now. You asked me to stay. Then you got down on your knees. I want to know why.” There was more intensity in Devlin’s words as they left his lips.

“I really don’t know, Master.” I stared at the floor, falling further, pressing my palms flat against the ground.

I didn’t have the answer Devlin wanted. I didn’t even know the answer myself. Something came over me—a strange feeling. It forced me to kneel before him. To look at him as my Master instead of the man I knew—the man that I wanted for so long—the man I thought I would never have. I had felt his rejection before. I didn’t want to feel it again—not when I needed him more than ever.

Being on my knees was humiliating. A Cabot didn’t kneel—a Cabot didn’t bend their knees for anyone. My father had the strength to stand on his own two feet when he could have made his life a lot easier and bent to Dominic Windsor’s demands. He fought—and he won—but even that wasn’t enough. His world still came crashing down. Was I taking the easy way out? What would my father do if he saw me kneeling before Devlin Windsor—signing a contract—giving him my innocence in exchange for my family. But I wasn’t my father. I didn’t have his strength. I only knew one way to get him back, and that was with my name on a dotted line—a contract that would require me to become the devil’s toy—as long as he wanted me.

“You’ll understand soon enough—you’ll understand why you felt the need to kneel, because it’s more than just a need—it’s an honor. It’s a privilege.” His words got a little firmer and I felt his hand tighten around my hair until I was forced to look up at him.

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