Chapter 4 The Devil's Temptation

• Matteo leaned against a pillar a few feet away, his arms crossed, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement. He had been watching the entire time.
• Dante stood beside him, his expression unreadable, but there was something dark in the way he looked at her.
• Kieran finally stepped back, releasing her.
• Daisy’s body tensed, but she didn’t run. Not with all three of them here.
• Matteo pushed off the pillar, walking toward her. “You really thought you could escape, didn’t you?” His fingers traced along her jaw, slow and teasing. “That was cute.”
• Daisy jerked her head away. “Screw you.”
• Matteo laughed. “Oh, darling, not yet.”
• Dante spoke next, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “You belong to us now, whether you like it or not. You can fight all you want, but it won’t change a thing.”
• Daisy’s hands curled into fists.
• She hated them.
• She hated the way Matteo’s touch made her skin burn, hated the way Kieran’s quiet dominance sent shivers down her spine, hated the way Dante’s gaze made her feel like prey.
• “I’ll never stop trying to leave,” she hissed.
• Dante stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers. “Then we’ll have to teach you why running is useless.”
• Daisy’s pulse pounded.
• Matteo leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Welcome to hell, little rogue.”
• She had thought being sold was the worst thing that could happen to her.
• She was wrong.
• Daisy was done playing their game.
• She sat on the massive bed in the room they had locked her in, her wrists still raw from the iron cuffs. The Devil estate was nothing like the cold dungeons she had known, but that didn’t mean she was free. The walls were high, the doors locked, and the guards stationed at every exit weren’t there to protect her.
• They were there to keep her inside.
• She refused to let them win.
• The moment they gave her an opening, she would take it. No hesitation.
• A knock echoed through the room, and before she could respond, the door swung open.
• Dante walked in like he owned the place. Which, technically, he did.
• He was all sharp lines and lethal dominance, his dark suit fitting him too perfectly. His gaze pinned her in place, unreadable, but there was something behind those cold eyes that made her breath hitch.
• “You’ve been quiet,” he remarked. “That’s not like you.”
• Daisy tilted her chin up. “Maybe I just got bored of you already.”
• Dante’s lips twitched. “Is that so?”
• She didn’t move as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His presence was suffocating, his heat pressing into her before he even touched her.
• “I have a deal for you,” he murmured.
• Daisy laughed, the sound bitter. “A deal? You think I trust anything you say?”
• He smirked. “No. But you don’t have a choice.”
• She hated how easily he read her.
• Dante sat at the edge of the bed, so close that she could feel the heat radiating off his body. “You want freedom. I want obedience.”
• Daisy tensed.
• “You don’t get to lock me in a cage and expect me to obey.”
• Dante reached out, trailing a single finger down her arm. A slow, deliberate touch that sent fire straight through her veins.
• “Then we have a problem,” he murmured.
• She slapped his hand away.
• He chuckled, low and deep. “You keep fighting, little rogue, but tell me something.” His fingers curled under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Why does your body respond every time I touch you?”
• Daisy’s breath caught.
• She wanted to shove him away. Wanted to scream. But her traitorous body betrayed her, heat pooling low in her stomach, her pulse pounding in her ears.
• Dante leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers. “You can hate me all you want, but your body tells me the truth.”
• Her heart raced, her mind screaming at her to move, to fight, to do anything—
• The door burst open.
• Daisy jolted, the moment shattered.
• Matteo stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his silver eyes glinting with amusement. “Am I interrupting something?”
• Dante didn’t look away from her. “Not at all.”
• Matteo smirked. “Good. Because it’s my turn to play.”
• Daisy barely had a second to react before Matteo reached for her, his grip firm as he pulled her up from the bed.
• “What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, yanking her arm away.
• Matteo grinned. “Taking you somewhere fun.”
• Daisy didn’t trust him. Not for a second.
• But when she glanced at Dante, he only leaned back, as if he had already lost interest.
• “Be careful with her,” Dante warned, but his smirk told her that he wasn’t really concerned.
• Matteo led her out of the room, his fingers wrapped around her wrist. His grip was strong, but not painful.
• Daisy’s mind raced. What was this? Some new way to break her?
• They moved through the estate, passing through long hallways lined with old paintings and dark chandeliers. Matteo walked with ease, completely relaxed, while Daisy calculated every possible escape route.
• Finally, they reached a door. He pushed it open, revealing a massive balcony overlooking the city.
• Daisy frowned. “What is this?”
• Matteo let go of her wrist, leaning against the railing. “A reminder.”
• She crossed her arms. “Of what?”
• His silver eyes locked onto hers. “That you don’t have anywhere to run.”
• Daisy’s breath caught.
• Below them, Devil’s City stretched out in all its dark glory. The streets pulsed with life, filled with criminals, powerful alphas, and those who never made it out alive.
• “You leave this estate, and you won’t survive the night,” Matteo murmured. “Not without us.”
• She clenched her fists. “I’d rather take my chances.”
• Matteo smirked. “I’d bet against you.”
• Daisy turned away, frustration burning through her. She hated this. Hated how easily they played with her, how they acted like she was already theirs.
• “You think this is funny?” she snapped.
• Matteo shrugged. “A little.”
• She wanted to slap that smug look off his face.
• Instead, she grabbed the nearest glass from the small bar on the balcony and threw it at him.
• Matteo dodged effortlessly, laughing. “Feisty.”
• Daisy growled, hating the way her skin heated under his gaze. “I hate you.”
• Matteo stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her wrist, his voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s the fun part.”
• Daisy’s breath hitched.
• She was trapped.
• Not just in this estate.
• Not just in their twisted little game.
• But in something far, far more dangerous.
• And she had no idea how to escape it.