Chapter 5 The Devil's Temptation

• Daisy’s heart pounded in her chest as Matteo’s fingers skimmed over her wrist, barely touching, yet setting her entire body on fire.
• She yanked her hand away, her breath uneven, hating how her skin tingled where he had touched her.
• "Stay the hell away from me," she hissed, stepping back.
• Matteo only smirked, watching her like a predator amused by its prey. "Why? Afraid of what might happen?"
• She clenched her fists. "I’m not afraid of you."
• Matteo chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, sweetheart, you should be."
• Before she could snap back, he moved fast. Too fast. One moment, he was leaning casually against the railing, and the next, he was right in front of her, his body trapping hers against the cold stone wall of the balcony.
• Daisy’s breath hitched.
• His scent surrounded her—dark spice, danger, and something purely male. His body was close, too close, the heat radiating off him making her head spin.
• "Let me go," she said through gritted teeth.
• Matteo tilted his head, his silver eyes gleaming. "You don’t sound like you really want that."
• Her body betrayed her, reacting to his nearness. A shiver ran down her spine, but she forced herself to stay still, to keep her expression unreadable.
• She wouldn’t let him win.
• Matteo’s gaze dropped to her lips. His smirk faded, something darker settling into his features. "Tell me, Daisy," he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Do you hate us… or do you hate that we make you feel something?"
• Daisy swallowed hard.
• She did hate them. She hated how they had taken her, how they had stripped away any illusion of control she had.
• But what she hated even more was that he was right.
• Her body burned under his stare, under his touch.
• And it made her furious.
• Without thinking, she grabbed his collar and yanked him forward, her lips crashing against his in a move so reckless it shocked even her.
• Matteo stilled.
• Then he growled low in his throat, deep and primal, before slamming her back against the wall.
• His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her skin as his mouth took hers in a fierce, claiming kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, hungry, ruthless.
• Daisy gasped against him, her nails raking down his chest as fire exploded in her veins.
• Matteo groaned, pressing harder, his body flush against hers, the hardness of his muscles making her dizzy.
• This was a mistake.
• A terrible, terrible mistake.
• But she couldn’t stop.
• She didn’t stop.
• Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body arching into him as his mouth left her lips, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, teasing, testing.
• Daisy shuddered.
• And then, just as quickly as it started, he pulled away.
• She gasped, chest rising and falling rapidly, her legs trembling beneath her.
• Matteo smirked, licking his lips as if he could still taste her. "That’s what I thought."
• Daisy’s stomach twisted in rage.
• She slapped him.
• The sharp crack echoed through the night, but Matteo only laughed, his eyes burning with something dangerous.
• "You’re playing with fire, little rogue," he murmured.
• She glared at him, her fingers still tingling from the impact. "Then burn."
• Matteo’s smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it grew wider. "Oh, I plan to."
• A slow clap broke the moment.
• Daisy’s blood turned ice-cold as she turned her head—
• Dante stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his dark eyes locked on her.
• For the first time, there was no smirk. No amusement.
• Only raw, unfiltered possession.
• "You just made a very big mistake, Daisy," he said, his voice low, deadly.
• Her pulse pounded.
• She had thought Matteo was dangerous.
• But Dante?
• Dante was about to remind her why he was the most feared alpha in Devil’s City.
• He took slow, deliberate steps forward, his presence suffocating. Daisy’s heart slammed against her ribs, but she refused to back down.
• She had kissed Matteo. So what?
• Let him be angry. She didn’t care.
• Or at least, that’s what she told herself.
• Dante reached her, towering over her, his scent wrapping around her like a dark, forbidden drug.
• "You want to play games, little rogue?" he murmured.
• Daisy lifted her chin, her pulse wild. "I don’t play games. I win them."
• Dante chuckled, but there was no humor in it.
• Then, without warning, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward.
• Daisy gasped, her body colliding with his.
• Dante’s grip was firm, unbreakable, his fingers burning into her skin. His gaze dropped to her lips, his jaw tightening. "You think you have control," he said quietly, dangerously. "But let me make one thing clear."
• His lips brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
• "You. Are. Ours."
• Daisy’s breath caught.
• Dante didn’t kiss her.
• He didn’t have to.
• The promise in his voice, in his touch, was enough to set her body on fire.
• She yanked her arm away, furious at how he made her feel. "I belong to no one."
• Dante smirked, stepping back. "Keep telling yourself that."
• Matteo chuckled. "This is going to be fun."
• Daisy turned, her entire body trembling with anger.
• She had thought she could handle them.
• She had thought she could fight them, resist them.
• But the Devil brothers weren’t just any alphas.
• They were dangerous. Merciless.
• And worst of all…
• They were winning.