Under His Command (Devils & Pretty Sins, #1)

by Rhea Harp

“I’m going to miss you, angel. I don’t know when I can see you again, but any chance I get, I’ll take it.

“Did you think I was going to let you face that crowd on your own? I’ve got you, angel. You can relax.”

“You have exactly ten minutes to go downstairs and get into the car. If you’re not there when I call again, I’m going to punish you when I get back—and I promise it is not the kind you’ll look forward to.”

“When I ask you something, I expect you to be honest with me. I don’t care if you think you have the right reasons to lie. You do not worry about me. Not now, not ever. But me? I will turn this world upside down to protect what’s mine. And lest you forget it, angel, you do belong to me now. Do you not?”

“Now, Dove. Or he’ll see you come all over your hands, and then I’ll have no choice but to pluck out his eyeballs. Do you understand?”

“I would do far worse if another man ever saw you like that without my permission. Perez means nothing to me. You mean everything.”

Hundreds—no, thousands—of peonies must be waiting on the other side of this curtain that’s flapping above the glass doors. That’s the only possible way you get a naturally sweet scent that is this strong to fill the air.

The field is literally filled with peonies as far as my eyes can see, stretching around the tall willow trees, the pond, and the lush bushes. It looks like a huge cloud of pink and white silk, and I rush toward them, my skirt swirling around me when I spin in place, taking it all in.

“Whatever you need to feel at home in this house, I’ll bring it to you. All you have to do is ask,” Rowan says.

“I want everything with you.”

“One day, I’ll show you everything. Everything I am, and everything you mean to me. Until then, I want to come home to my entire house smelling like my perfect angel and nothing else.”

“Would that make you happy?” “Feral is more like it.”

“I have no problem blocking out the entire morning to claim every part of your body with my tongue and teeth. It’s up to you.”

“Mm-hmm. I want you to get it into your head that you do not lie to me. That you do not worry about upsetting me with your honesty. You are not allowed. Because if you do…”

then I’ll simply remind you again.” Thrust. “And again.” Thrust. “And again. In ways I don’t think you’ll be eager to find out.”

“If I want to lie,” I breathe out, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me. “I’ll lie.” I smirk, my lips stretching against the sheets. “That so?” he says, followed by a dark chuckle so low it rumbles through my body, making my insides tremble with need. “Then let’s fix that fucking attitude of yours right now. Because you should know better, Dove… you should know so much better than to provoke me like this.”

“Give me your lips, pretty girl.”

“Don’t even think about it. I brought you here so I can show off with you. There’s no possible way you can embarrass me. So show me your pretty smile, give me your hand, and let me introduce you to my friends. Yes?”

“I thought having you close by would be easier, but it only made me want you more. Is that crazy?”

“You don’t call another man ‘sir.’ Ever. I don’t care if he’s an old teacher, a neighbor whose name you don’t know, or… God forbid, the President.”

“What should I call them then?” “I don’t care. You want to use that word so badly, you tell me. I’ll bend you over my knee and listen to you say it for as long as you need.”

“That’s for speaking your mind with me. I hate that you think you could ever make me get sick of you, but I love you for telling me.” “Love… me?” He smiles. “Let’s go home before I paint the President’s furniture in your sweet cum.”

“You don’t want to eat?” I ask as he positions me to face the man instead of cradling him. Rowan’s hands roam freely across my bare legs, dipping under the edges of my nightgown until he reaches the sides of my panties. “Oh, I’ll eat. And so will Leon.” He flicks my ear with his tongue, whispering, “Just not the pasta.”

“You’re doing so well, angel. Don’t move. He’s going to make you feel really good. Aren’t you, Leon?”

“Don’t you get it, Dove? I took everything from you. I claimed every single part of your mind… of your body. And still, I want more of you. I’m parched. Starved for whatever else you’re willing to give me.”

“You have the power to bring me to my knees if you wanted to.”

“You’ll be my wife. Carry my children. And live to tell the world stories of how worshipped you were by the madman who claimed you.”

“Because I’m not sorry for making you mine. Even if I know I fucked up your life by… caging you in our home to protect you from threats you shouldn’t even have to worry about.”

“I thought… I thought you were a good man.” His eyes darken, hands dipping back under my nightgown. “Who told you that?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t implanted a GPS tracker in me yet.” His eyes narrow, jaw clenching at the same time. “It’s on the list.”

“Come here, angel. Let me hold you.”

“You don’t have to stay. I’m sure you have more important things to do today,” I tell him. “There is nothing in this fucking world more important to me than you. I’m here.”

“You don’t have to forgive me. Hate me or love me, it makes no difference to me. You’ll still be mine.”