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His middle finger follows the seam of my underwear. “You’re even prettier in person,” he says, making it clear he’s seen me on television. “I like how pale your skin is,” he murmurs, his other hand lifting my arm where he’s left finger mark bruises. “Shows my marks nicely.”

I can’t help it, I’m breathing like I just sprinted, my breath huffing out of my lungs.

“And I like the fear, princess. Keep breathing like that.” Then his fingers slide under the fabric of my underwear, touching the hair at my apex. His mouth twitches down into a frown. “I’ll send Candy to wax you. That has got to go.” And then he withdraws his hand.

My shoulders wilt in relief as he stands in front of me again.

“Second, provided you comply, you will find it more comfortable here than you did with your complete piece of shit father. I’m sure of that.”

At least we agree on one thing. My father is a piece of shit. But I seriously doubt what Angel is saying is true.

He reaches down and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “This doesn’t need to end badly as long as you behave like a good girl.”

Behave like a good girl? I’ve tried that trick. It doesn’t work.

And not to try to find the loophole here, but do good girls put out? Maybe they do when they’re wives?

Then again, he’s the one referencing the end.

Does he mean he’ll divorce me once he’s done using me and my father, or does he mean something way more sinister?

He is the Devil of New York.

CHAPTER THREE

Angel

I look down at her full pale pink lips, her big blue eyes shining up at me. She’s so fucking clean and perfect, all I want to do is make her fucking dirty.

And I mean filthy.

I want to cum on every square inch of her, penetrate every hole, leave marks all over her body.

I’ve been watching her for a while.

Her father came to me two months ago with a deal…

It was before Rush and Vigo, when I thought marrying Promise might be my one chance to seize enough power and position to beat out my uncle and Vincent Morelli.

The particulars? I help him get the votes he needs to be the next Governor of New York, he gives me a position in my precinct that adds actual political sway to my criminal enterprise and sells me a tract of land for pennies on the dollar. I can then resell the land or develop it.

But either way, I will have all the money I need to dominate the criminal world of New York.

Coupled with my potential alliance with Rush Smith, I could be on the verge of creating an empire.

But right now, nothing is final, and so my family is still vulnerable, as am I.

Which is why I’m eager to lock in the first deal with Don. In two days’ time, I will be on the front page of every news source, tied to the most powerful man in the state.

And Donald Winthrop…he has the perfect reason to stop campaigning with his mute daughter, all the while painting her as the happy bride. Of late, her public image has been causing him grief.

Implied in our bargain is that before he runs for president, and he plans to, I will find a more permanent solution to the problem of his daughter, but as nothing has been set in stone, I’m not going to worry about the particulars of that part yet.

I’ll decide on how my marriage eventually ends later…after I’m done coating her with my cum.

But I’ve encountered one tactical error already. What I didn’t anticipate was her will.

I thought she’d gone silent because she was mentally not all there. Some doll that he propped up to stand next to him and smile.