Chapter 6

CAITLIN

Diablo's gaze was intense. His breath was hot against my skin. His hands were all over me, feeling me as if to determine if I was real. For a moment I began to believe everything Caspian had said except Diablo had called me Laura.

Why?

Suddenly, he pulled away. His eyes were darker than they ever were all evening. He ordered everyone out of the room. Taking that as my opportunity to escape, I forced my jelly legs to move.

"Not you. Where do you think you're going, Caitlin?"

Why not me? I couldn't possibly ask him that. I kept my head down, twisting the fabric of my dress absently.

There was something about the way he said my name… the way it rolled off his tongue. The aura he exuded made the air feel heavy. I could hardly breathe.

The rumours weren't wrong. He didn't even have to try to make you want to piss yourself.

"Come here." His voice was low yet authoritative.

It felt like I had forgotten how to walk. I stayed focused, trying to make sure I didn't stumble over my fear. One step at a time. There he sat, one arm over the top of the couch. His legs stretched out and his eyes pinned me right in front of him.

"Sit."

I dropped right beside him on the couch, grateful to let my shaky legs rest.

"What was the plan, little bird?"

Little bird? There is nothing little about me.

"Why did Caspian bring you here?" he asked again calmly, his eyes lowering to my chest and back to my face.

He seemed amused for some reason. I shook my head, shut my eyes waiting for death. I wasn't stupid enough to believe Caspian had brought me here without a device or chip to monitor if I was doing my job. Diablo was more terrifying but Caspian was sick. He could go after Vivian if I tell on him.

Diablo stared at me, his expression blank. The side of his lips curled slightly upward.

"Strip." His expression remained serious after such an outrageous demand.

"No!" I protested before I could stop myself.

What if he just wanted to humiliate me? Or what if… No, I could not possibly think Diablo wanted me. But the way he looked at me… if that was true, I was ready to risk it all. Caspian's deal be damned. I had my own plan.

I held my breath, pushed my chest outward while trying to reach for my zipper. His eyes focused on my breast. I leaned forward a bit, feigning oblivion. I looked up at him. It was working. Biting back a smile, I struggled a little more.

"I– I can't reach. It's–"

"Let me." His voice was hoarse.

His arms went around me and up my back. He reached for the zipper. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. It was electrifying–good.

Diablo's breath blew hot against my skin. Being so close to him made my body heat up. Maybe it was because I had gone months without sex and my body was betraying me in the presence of a handsome devil.

Slowly, he leaned closer and closer. His face was bare inches away from mine. He brushed his lips against mine and I went still. Couldn't tell if it was from surprise or excitement.

It actually worked but i actually liked it, why? He thrust his tongue into my mouth, his hand caressed my bare back. I moaned into his mouth, ashamed of my reaction to him.

Trailing kisses down my neck, he nipped and sucked while he squeezed on my almost bared breasts. God, I wanted him and that was a huge sin, considering who he was.

"God, I love the way you moan."

Those words ripped another moan off my lips. His hand slid under my dress, parted my thighs, feeling his way up to my heat. His touch was gentle yet intense.

He pulled away, lightening fast. His breathing ragged. Running his fingers through his hair, he went across the room to put some distance between us.

The door opened to reveal a brown haired lady with striking light brown eyes.

"You called for me, Don."

I hadn't realized when or how. Guess I was lost in fear to have noticed. She walked over to Diablo and handed him a book and a pen. He scribbled something down then walked over to where I sat and handed me the book and pen.

He hadn't forgotten about the question after all. He was suspicious but was giving me a chance to redeem myself. This way, Caspian wouldn't know.

I wrote down everything— the kidnap, the deal except I left out the "seduce Diablo" and "help me destroy Diablo" part. I was going to carry out the plan for my sake or at least live to try again… some other way maybe but I was going to destroy him. Some day.

Then I waved my pen to signal I was done writing. Because he had taken a few steps away, it took him a minute to notice.

"Good, you're done."

He read through the writing with keen eyes. Then, he smiled at me. There was something in his eyes I couldn't explain.

"Tina, take her purse, jewelry– everything including her clothes."

Fuck, no. I would have preferred he put a bullet in my head. Did he expect me to walk out of there without a single piece of clothing?

"Please…"

I doubt he heard me. He stopped anyway, smirked at me.

"Leave her clothes, just search for her properly." he said with a hint of amusement.

He poured himself whiskey as Tina began to do as she was instructed. A knock sounded at the door.

"Gustavo, I said—"

"Hey, big guy!" The cheerful voice came from the closed door.

Diablo seemed surprised then tensed. Who was this girl?

"Give me a minute!" He announced, checking and rechecking if everything was in order.

Well everything was except me. The last few days had been a rollercoaster of chaos and the last few minutes leading up to that moment were the worst of them all.

Putting away his cigarettes, he rushed to the door and opened it.

"Little cousin."

I hadn't heard much but I heard that bit. A beauty walked into the room. Her eyes landed on me and then widened in surprise.

"You were indeed busy, Esteban."

Esteban? So that is the devil's name?

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Diablo asked, staring at her with both impatience and fondness.

She didn't seem even a bit scared of him.

"I'm pregnant, not terminally ill."

At those words, my eyes lowered to her stomach. She smiled softly at me. For some reason, she looked familiar… The couple!

No wonder Diablo was so interested in them. He was keeping an eye on his family. Something about Esteban's expression made me shudder. Whatever I had done was probably grave— too grave.

I could hardly hear anything else but scenarios playing out in my head– different ways to die.

I heard the door slam shut, startling me back to reality. His jaw pulsed, fingers curled to the side. Every step towards me was deliberate.

"Di— Diablo?" I stuttered, backing up until I hit the wall.

"I'm afraid I can't let you go." His tone was serious.

"Are you — are you going to kill me now?" I closed my eyes, waiting for the answer I expected. A yes. Instead, I heard him chuckle.

"Not yet, Kitty. First, you have to dance with me."

Dance? Why?

I should have been relieved but I felt even worse. Why wait any longer if he was still going to kill me anyway? The suspense was killing me.