Chapter 7 The First Lesson

• Chapter 7: The First Lesson
• Daisy didn’t sleep that night.
• She sat by the large window in the lavish room they had locked her in, staring at the city below. Devil’s City never slept. The streets pulsed with life, filled with dangerous alphas, criminals, and those who lived by no rules.
• Just like the men who had taken her.
• Dante. Matteo. Kieran.
• They thought they had won.
• They thought she was theirs.
• But Daisy refused to be tamed.
• She would find a way out.
• The lock on the door clicked.
• Her muscles tensed as she turned, expecting one of them.
• Dante stepped inside, his dark eyes sharp, calculating. He didn’t speak at first. He just watched her.
• Daisy refused to look away.
• Finally, he sighed. "You’ve made a mistake, little rogue."
• She smirked. "Just one?"
• Dante chuckled, but there was no amusement in it. "You think you can play us. Manipulate us." He took a slow step forward. "But what you don’t understand is that we are not the men you’ve dealt with before."
• Daisy’s heart pounded, but she forced herself to remain calm.
• "Are you going to lecture me?" she mocked. "Or are you finally admitting you’re scared I might win?"
• Dante’s smirk faded.
• In a blink, he was in front of her, his hand wrapping around her throat—not choking, just holding. Just reminding her how easily he could.
• "You think this is a game," he murmured, his breath warm against her lips. "But games have rules."
• Daisy’s pulse spiked.
• She could feel the strength in his grip, the raw power beneath his touch.
• But she refused to be weak.
• She leaned in slightly, just enough for their lips to almost brush. "Then punish me," she whispered.
• Dante’s body stiffened.
• For a moment, just a second, something dark flashed in his eyes. Something hungry.
• Then he let go, stepping back.
• Daisy inhaled sharply, her skin burning where he had touched her.
• Dante smirked. "Not yet."
• Before she could respond, the door opened again.
• Matteo strolled in, lazy as always, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is this a private moment, or can I join?"
• Dante sighed, rubbing his temple. "She’s testing us."
• Matteo chuckled. "Of course she is."
• Daisy crossed her arms. "And you two are failing."
• Matteo arched a brow. "Is that so?"
• She met his gaze, stepping toward him slowly, deliberately. "You act like you’re in control. Like you own me." She tilted her head, letting her lips curve into a slow smirk. "But you can’t even handle me."
• Matteo’s grin widened. "Oh, sweetheart." He reached out, fingers brushing her waist. "You have no idea what we can handle."
• Daisy didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.
• She had spent her life being touched by men she hated.
• But this?
• This was different.
• Because her body responded to them in ways she didn’t understand.
• She hated them.
• And yet…
• She was burning.
• Matteo leaned in, his lips ghosting over her ear. "Tell me, little rogue," he whispered. "Are you trying to seduce me, or are you just desperate for attention?"
• Daisy’s nails dug into her palms.
• He was playing with her.
• Teasing her.
• And she hated that it was working.
• Before she could snap back, another voice filled the room.
• "Enough."
• Kieran.
• He stood in the doorway, silent, unreadable.
• But his presence was heavier than both of them combined.
• Dante stepped back, glancing at Kieran. "What do you think?"
• Kieran’s cold blue eyes flicked to Daisy. "She needs to learn."
• Her stomach tightened.
• Matteo grinned. "Oh, I like that."
• Daisy took a slow breath, refusing to let them see her nerves. "And what exactly do I need to learn?"
• Dante’s gaze darkened. "That you belong to us."
• Daisy’s heart pounded.
• Matteo smirked, stepping closer. "And you’re about to find out exactly what that means."
• She didn’t get a chance to run.
• Kieran moved first, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the massive bed.
• Daisy thrashed, kicking and fighting, but it was useless.
• "Let me go!" she hissed.
• Kieran didn’t speak. He simply dropped her onto the bed, his body pinning hers in place.
• Daisy’s breath came fast.
• Kieran was silent, his blue eyes burning into hers.
• Then Dante climbed onto the bed beside her, his fingers trailing down her arm, slow, deliberate.
• "You wanted to play, little rogue," he murmured. "Now it’s our turn."
• Matteo chuckled from the other side, his fingers brushing over her knee. "Let’s see how long you last."
• Daisy’s body burned.
• Her mind screamed at her to fight.
• But their touch—
• Their touch made her want to lose.
• And that terrified her more than anything else.
• Daisy’s body was on fire.
• Not from pain. Not from fear.
• From them.
• Their hands, their touch, the way they surrounded her. She felt trapped, caged—but not in the way she had expected. This was a different kind of torment. One that made her pulse race, her breath quicken, her body betray her in ways that infuriated her.
• She refused to let them see it.
• "You think this will break me?" she hissed, her voice sharp despite the heat curling in her stomach.
• Dante’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "No, little rogue," he murmured. "This is just the beginning."
• Before she could react, Kieran tightened his grip on her wrists, pressing her deeper into the mattress. His silence made everything worse—his presence was a storm without thunder, a predator that waited for the perfect moment to strike.
• Matteo’s fingers skimmed along her thigh, slow, teasing, as if he was testing just how far he could push her. "You want to fight us so badly," he mused, his silver eyes gleaming. "But what happens when you realize you don’t want to win?"
• Daisy’s breath caught.
• No.
• They were trying to get inside her head.
• She couldn’t let them.
• Her leg shot up, aiming for Matteo’s ribs.
• But he caught her ankle effortlessly, smirking. "Nice try, sweetheart."
• Dante’s grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You keep running, you keep fighting," he said, his voice low, dark. "But deep down, you know the truth."
• Daisy’s heart pounded. "And what’s that?"
• Dante leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath sending a shiver down her spine.
• "You’re already ours."
• Something snapped inside her.
• Rage, desperation—she didn’t know what it was.
• But she reacted.
• She bit him.
• Her teeth sank into his shoulder, drawing a sharp, surprised hiss from his lips.
• The moment his grip loosened, she shoved at him, twisting beneath Kieran’s hold, kicking out at Matteo.
• For a brief, wild second, she was free.
• She rolled off the bed, breathless, body thrumming with adrenaline.
• But she didn’t get far.
• Dante grabbed her from behind, his arm wrapping around her waist as he yanked her back against him.
• "Now that," he growled, voice thick with something dangerous, "was a mistake."
• Daisy struggled, her nails digging into his skin. "Let me go!"
• Matteo chuckled. "She’s got claws."
• Dante spun her around, pinning her against the nearest wall. His dark eyes burned into hers, his grip firm, controlling.
• "You want freedom?" he murmured. "Earn it."
• Daisy’s breath came fast, her body trembling—not from fear, but from the raw tension between them.
• "What do you want from me?" she snapped.
• Dante’s lips brushed against her jaw, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Everything."
• A shiver ran through her.
• Matteo leaned against the wall beside them, watching with open amusement. "I’d listen to him, sweetheart. He doesn’t like being teased."
• Daisy’s fingers curled into fists.
• She had been owned before. Caged. Controlled.
• But this was different.
• The Devil brothers didn’t just want to possess her.
• They wanted to break her.
• And worst of all…
• Some part of her wanted to let them.
• She shook her head, forcing the thought away. "You can play your little games," she said, voice steady despite the chaos inside her. "But I will never belong to you."
• Dante smirked, stepping back. "We’ll see."
• Kieran finally spoke, his voice quiet, lethal. "Run again, and we won’t be so gentle next time."
• Daisy’s stomach twisted.
• Because the terrifying part wasn’t their threats.
• It was the way her body wanted to test them.