The Devil's Desire: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Clara Capp

  There are people dressed as elves who are wrapping gifts in return for donations. I have them wrap Stephanie’s presents and give them a hundred-dollar bill, which is much easier than figuring out how to wrap a present myself. I’d either need to watch a YouTube tutorial or—more likely—buy a bag.

  As I walk towards my car, I can’t help but think I need to get her one more thing. I slow my pace and read each store sign in the mall. I stop at an independently owned jewelry store. Stephanie likes jewelry, I think. I’ll just look.

  I immediately set off the security guards warning bells, which is understandable, because I’m a giant covered in tattoos. He’s watching me like a hawk as I browse through the cases.

  An older salesman walks up, who is equally as skeptical. “Can I help you sir?”

  “Um, yeah.” My free arm scratches my head. “I’m looking for a gift for my…. girlfriend.”

  The salesman’s tone changes towards me. In a moment he’s become polite and professional, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why. I realize when I scratched my head, I accidentally flashed my devil tattoo at him. Of course. This must be a common place for mobsters to buy their wives and mistresses jewelry.

  “Do you have anything particular in mind? Or a general idea, such as a ring or necklace?”

  “Er, no.”

  “Let me suggest this emerald ring. It’s two carats, cushion cut…” The salesman starts to drone as he pulls the ring out of the cabinet.

  It would look nice with her eyes. But, it doesn’t seem like something Stephanie would wear. My eyes wander to other rings in the cabinet as the salesman drones on. A pink ring with an oval stone makes me stop. It has small diamonds near the top right and bottom left that connect into a plain gold band.

  “That one,” I interrupt him.

  The salesman carefully chooses his next words. “The ring has a pink diamond, which are very rare, and carry a higher price tag.”

  “How much?” I say.

  “The price is $100,000.”

  I thought he was going to say a hundred million by the way he was hyping it up. A hundred thousand is a sliver of what I make as an underboss.

  “Box it up,” I say.

  “Of course, sir. Would you like an engraving?”

  “How long will it take?”

  “For you, thirty minutes.”

  “Yes,” I respond.

  * * *

  “Merry Christmas!” Stephanie jumps on top of my chest to wake me up.

  “Mmf.” I rub the sleep out of my eyes. “Merry Christmas.”

  She made us wear these stupid matching pajamas to bed. Hers are green with elf print and mine are red with Santa. She was a bit down, because she wanted matching onesies but none of them were big enough for me. I had to convince her these were great, when secretly I was screaming in joy that I didn’t have to wear a onesie.

  I will only do this for her. There is no one else.

  “C’mere.” I pull her into me and start kissing her neck. My hand snakes its way up her shirt and she swats it away.

  “It’s Christmas morning. None of that right now.”

  “Santa Claus better have brought something good, if I have to choose presents over you.”

  She squeals as I pick her up and carry her to the sofa.

  “Ok, ok! Let’s open our gifts.”

  Stephanie and I alternate opening our gifts. She gushes over Slipper’s hat and immediately puts it on him. He’s very well behaved and sits still as Stephanie snaps photos of him, but she’s clueless to the look of hatred in his eyes.

  Most of my gifts are decorations for the apartment. All that I have in here in furniture, because that’s all an apartment needs, and she exclaims how homey it will make things look. If someone had bought me this pre-Stephanie, I would have scoffed. Now that she’s here, I will decorate every inch of this apartment for her.

  She passes me one last gift, clearly embarrassed. “I um, got you this too.”

  I unwrap it and there’s a framed photo from the night we went to Griffith Observatory. The LA skyline is in the background as we smile into the camera.

  “You don’t have any photos here and um, I don’t know, I thought you might want one. If you don’t like it, you can throw it—”

  I interrupt her babbling by kissing her. “It’s very nice. Thank you for giving me this.”

  Finally, Steph goes to open her last gift, and I suddenly get nervous. Is it weird to buy her jewelry? Not only is it jewelry, but it’s a diamond ring. Ugh. I just really want her to like it as much as I do.

  She opens the small box. “Oh wow, Shu. It’s beautiful.”

  “You like it?”

  “I love it. You didn’t have to get me something this nice.”

  “I wanted to.” She’s still holding the ring in the box, having the light dance over the pink diamond. “Are you going to try it on?”

  “Yes! Sorry, I was so distracted by how pretty it is.”

  “Check out the inside of the band.”

  Stephanie holds the ring near her face and sees what I had engraved.

  Mine.

  “Shu,” she whispers.

  “Go on.”

  She slips the ring on her left hand and continues to admire it.

  “Oh!” She turns red. “Sorry, that’s weird I put it on my left ring finger. I’m just right-handed, so I naturally put it there, and, um, let me move it to the other—”

  “Keep it there,” I say.

  I won’t have to worry about marking her if there’s a diamond ring on her finger. I’ve been too busy recently, and a diamond on the left hand is universal. If guys think she’s married, it will keep them away.

  “Ok,” she blushes. “I do have one more gift for you.”

  There are none left under the tree. All that remains is torn gift wrap and ribbons, which Slippers is rolling in.

  “Gimme a second,” she says.

  She runs towards her room. After five minutes, I’m about to ask if she lost it, but she finally emerges. My cock immediately stiffens when I see the dark red lingerie she has on. Everything is see through lace, and I can see her swollen peach nipples and soft mound. The lingerie is taken off by undoing the ribbons between her breasts and the side of the panties. I know exactly what gift I’m getting.

  “Is it corny?” she asks.

  “No. This will be my favorite present,” I growl. “Bedroom. Now.”

  Stephanie

  I wrap my legs around Shu as he carries me to the bedroom. He has his hands tangled in my hair and is sucking on the inside of my neck. Shu said bedroom, but at this rate we aren’t going to make it to the hallway. He’s so distracted he bumps us into the wall a few times as we make our way to the bed.

  We reach his bedroom and he kicks the door open. He’s not gentle as he tosses me on the bed, making sure my legs are spread in the process. Shu stays standing, his large form looming over me. He doesn’t do anything. Shu just stares at my body, his eyes devouring me.

  I open my legs wider in anticipation—why won’t he do anything? I’m right here ready to be taken. He can—literally—unwrap me.

  His eyes are locked on mine as he peels off his t-shirt. I hungrily watch him as he pulls of his pajama pants and lets his remaining clothing drop to the floor. If there is perfection, this man is it. The dips of his symmetrical abs lead to a deep v line, and his hardness is at full attention.

  Fuck. It’s so perfect. Pre come leaks out the tip, and I know he wants to be in me right now.

  I have no idea how it will fit. Sometimes I have a hard time putting tampons in, and that is way bigger than one of those. I tremble with both nervousness and anticipation.

  He uses one hand to prop himself over my body and undoes the ribbon between my sternum with the other. My nipples are visible as the material falls to the side.

  “Fuck,” he mutters, palming my breast with his hand. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

  I giggle. “You haven’t e
ven unwrapped the entire present.”

  Shu’s hands trail down my stomach and rest on each hip. He simultaneously unties both ribbons, then throws the panties in the corner of the room. Shu doesn’t move for a moment. He has his eyes locked on my slit, and there’s a hunger like I’ve never seen before growing in his eyes.

  He hooks my ankles over his shoulders, and my pelvis slightly lifts off the ground with how tall he is. I quiver as he dips one finger inside of me and uses the other to lightly massage my clit. Fuck. How is he so good at this? My whimpers grow louder as he sticks a second finger inside of me, priming me for what’s to come.

  I have my legs firmly wrapped around his shoulders, and I’m using them as leverage to meet the thrusting of his fingers. I’ve been deprived of orgasms since our night at the mansion, and I want to make up for that now.

  He abruptly grabs my hip and pulls me off him. Why? I let out a small cry, letting him know I want his fingers submersed back in my chasm.

  He smirks at me. “Don’t worry.”

  Shu moves his mouth to my sensitive bundle of nerves and resumes the assault with his fingers. He strokes me in a ‘come here’ motion, and the combination between that and his tongue is too much.

  I feel the same tidal wave build. Instead of squirming away from it, I welcome it. I relax into Shu’s pleasure and the explosion hits. I scream as I come, unable to control myself as my body submits to him.

  “Loud one, aren’t you?” Shu’s face is covered in my juices.

  “I…” My face turns red.

  He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips. “I fucking love it when you scream my name.”

  Shu cups the side of my face and strokes it, and I know it’s time. I spread my legs for him, silently telling him I’m ready for him to take me.

  “You can’t take it back,” he says.

  “I won’t need to.”

  He reaches into his side drawer and grabs a condom. I watch him tear the foil packet with his mouth and pull out the latex barrier. My ache returns as he slowly rolls it down his length.

  I wrap my legs around him and he positions himself at my entrance.

  “This will hurt,” he says.

  I nod. I know it’s going to hurt. I just hope it’s not too bad. Shu penetrates me for the first time, and it does hurt that bad. In fact, it hurts worse that I imagined. It feels like he tore me in half and is burning me inside at the same time.

  “Ah!” I involuntarily let out a cry and cover my face.

  “Fuck, Steph. Are you okay?”

  It’s not as bad as when he first entered. The discomfort is starting to subside, and there’s a feeling below it, but I need to push past the initial pain to know what it is.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Can we just stay still for a minute?”

  “Mhm.”

  Shu places kisses from my ear to my pulse. He doesn’t move inside of me, but lets out an occasional moan, so I know he feels good.

  The pain is gone. I feel…full. I move my hips to slide his hardness in and out so I can adjust to this foreign feeling. I’m surprised when it feels good.

  “Oh,” I say, moving my hips for more pleasure.

  He laughs. “Are you ready for me to go?”

  “Yes. Can we go slow?”

  “Mhm.”

  Shu grabs my hip and slowly starts to rock inside of me. Oh wow. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on him for almost two months now. Now that he’s claimed me, I’m going to be begging him to do this every day.

  “We can go faster now,” I whisper.

  He happily obliges. Shu sets my body ablaze with these new feelings, and I arch my back into the bed sheets. My hands run along his body, and I subconsciously am forgetting to breathe.

  He’s still treating me like I’m breakable. I want more. I want Shu to fuck me with an animalistic need, not like the innocent, sweet girl he sees me as.

  “Harder,” I whine.

  Another climax is starting to well inside of me. I’m almost there. I just want every inch of Shu buried inside of me as I come.

  “Deeper!”

  “Fuck,” he pants. “You’re too tight. I can’t.” He buries his face in my neck and starts to kiss along the crook in a frenzy.

  He says he can’t, but he does. I squeal as his tip hits the inside of my womb.

  I melt into him. My walls flutter around him as I cry out his name. I dig my nails into his back so hard it draws blood.

  He follows me, burying himself as far as possible in my depths. He moans my name in my ear, and his body stiffens as he shoots ribbons of come in the condom.

  I wish it was in me instead of that latex barrier, because his kisses aren’t the only way I want to be marked. I want him to claim me with his seed and mark deep within my womb.

  Our sweaty bodies collapse into each other, and we say nothing as we hold one another. We’re still connected, and I feel Shu pulse inside of me as we lie next to one another.

  Shu kisses my left hand. He starts at the pulse in my wrist, along my palm, and reaches my ring finger. He places one final kiss on the knuckle below the ring he gave me.

  “You’re mine.”

  “I’m yours,” I respond.

  “I’m never letting you out of this bedroom; you know that?”

  I giggle. “I have to make us brunch.”

  “I guess that’s fine. But after that, it’s straight back here.”

  I want to tell him many more things. How I’m so happy it was him who took my virginity. How full and perfect it feels when he’s inside me with his arms wrapped around me. That I want to be in his bed every night even after I have to move out.

  But, they feel too heavy, so I move on.

  Stephanie

  I pin the picture of Shu and I on my cubicle. I printed two copies when I got him the framed picture for Christmas, so I could bring one to my office.

  I’m distracted by the sparkle of my ring as it catches the sunlight. This is the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received, and I can’t believe Shu bought it for me. I know how expensive it is. I come from a wealthy family—although I prefer to not associate with them—and immediately was able to tell it’s a pink diamond. This cost Shu $80,000, minimum. And judging by the clarity, it was more than that.

  I think of the engraving on the inside. Mine. I am very much, his. There is no one else on this earth who I’ll let say those things to me or touch me the way he does.

  But what does Mine mean to Shu? I don’t think he sees anyone else, but…I haven’t asked. A nervous knot forms in my stomach. I want to ask, but I don’t want to look clingy.

  I glance at the photo again. Ugh. It may be distracting, looking at Shu’s hot face all day.

  “Damn, is that the boy you’ve been obsessing over?” Donovan wheels his chair into my cubicle. “He’s fucking hot. Like, hotter than your friend described him.”

  I don’t even know what to say to that. Yes, there are no words in the English language that capture the perfection that is Shu.

  “That’s him,” I say.

  Donovan wheels his chair closer to the picture. “Does he have a brother? I’m single.”

  “Donovan!”

  “I’ll take that as a no. Either way, don’t let this guy go. You barely find guys that hot anymore,” he pauses. “Well, except for Patrick, I guess. But that must be a fluke he’s so close.”

  Patrick is our marketing manager, and I know a secret about him and Ms. Lane. The cleaning people didn’t replace my highlighters, so I had to walk to the supply area for more. I opened the door to the supply room and saw the two shamelessly making out, and Patrick had his hand up her shirt. I must be super quiet, because they didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway, mouth agape. I was the most silent I’ve ever been in my life as I pressed the lock on the door and eased it into place.

  Yes, that day was a shocker for me. The two are complete opposites. But that must mean the saying about opposites attract is true, I guess.

 
“Um, right,” I say.

  “Wait. Is that a ring on your finger?”

  “It’s not like that,” I blurt.

  “Like heck it’s not!” He yanks my hand towards him, because Donovan doesn’t respect personal space once a friendship is developed. “How much did this cost?”

  “Not that much,” I lie.

  “You’re lying,” he says.

  I glance at the clock and see it’s 4:45. Shu normally gets here at 4:50ish, so he might be outside.

  “I have to go!” I say. “See you tomorrow.”

  I hastily grab my things and skitter towards the elevators. Donovan is so embarrassing. I’m texting Shu when Patrick walks up to the elevators.

  “Hi, Stephanie,” he says.

  “Oh, hello.”

  I have a hard time looking him in the eye after what I saw him and Ms. Lane doing. Patrick is flirty and outgoing to everyone in the office except her, so catching them in that closet caught me off guard.

  “Ready to head home for the day?” he asks.

  “Definitely.”

  “Any plans?”

  Hang out with my kind of boyfriend who’s an underboss in the Mafia. We might have sex, or he might end up killing someone depending on how the night goes. No, I don’t think that’s good.

  “Going to hang out with my…friend.”

  “Your friend?” Patrick smirks at me knowingly as we walk out of the elevator. “That sounds like fun.”

  Man. I escape Donovan just to run into Patrick. At least Patrick is being nice with his teasing, unlike Donovan’s extreme directness.

  “Um, yeah,” I say.

  Patrick and I talk about random things as we walk towards the exit. I wish I could be as charming as him. He can extract a conversation out of me, and I’m super shy.

  Shu is waiting for me in front of the building, and I wave at him.

  “Is that your friend?” Patrick asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Have fun,” he smirks at me again. “Bye, Stephanie.”

  “Bye, Patrick.”

  I walk to Shu’s car and I can see he’s visibly displeased. Ugh. He probably had a bad day at work. Maybe a drug shipment didn’t go right, or he didn’t catch someone he meant to.