The Devil’s Plaything: A Dark Mafia Romance

by René, Dani

  “I’ve missed you.”

  “You’ve only been gone for a few hours,” I tell him, rising from the stool before he can settle on the bench. I can’t be near him, he takes all my confidence and injects it with fire of his own. I can’t say no to him. I want nothing more than for him to pick me up and fuck me again, right here on the piano.

  “Why did you buy it if you never play?” I ask suddenly, thinking back to the day I first laid eyes on Victor.

  “Perhaps I do, and you’ve just never heard me.” There’s a smirk curling his perfectly rosy lips, the same grin that makes my heart stutter.

  He reaches for my face, his thumb swiping against the skin, turning me hot and needy. Goose bumps rise along my flesh, and when Victor leans in, I can smell the scent of a cigar from his clothes and the whiskey on his breath. It’s unmistakably Victor—cigars and bourbon.

  “I want you,” he tells me earnestly. “I want you here,” he mumbles. “Now. Naked. On my cock while you play for me.” Every word is huskier than the last, gravel strains his voice.

  My thighs squeeze together to quell the ache left by him earlier, which is now, once more, ignited by his admission. I shake my head, no, but he merely offers me a knowing smile. My refusal is pointless because it’s a lie.

  “Sit down,” he tells me, standing at the edge of the piano. I find myself obeying, settling on the bench seat. “Spread your legs and let me see my newly owned pretty little pussy.” His voice is rough, filled with desire.

  I’m wearing a pair of shorts, so I’m not sure what he wants me to do, but I spread my thighs, and allow him a view of my panty clad crotch. A smile appears, dancing on his lips like a lover between the sheets.

  He leans in close, his hot breath on my ear, and he offers up his next instruction, “I want you to play with your cunt, my cunt, because I own it. And I want to watch you come.”

  “But—”

  “Close your eyes, think of me eating your sweet pussy and come all over your fingers. And when you’re done, I’m going to shove my cock so deep inside your body, it will be molded perfectly for mine alone.”

  A whimper of need escapes me as my body pulses, my pussy tightens at the thought of him inside me once more, and when Victor steps back, he waits. Trembling fingers find my core, and I push aside the material. I want him to own me. In this moment, right here, in his music room, I realize I want this man more than my next breath.

  I close my eyes and imagine him touching me. My fingers dance to their own song as I find myself wet. My teeth sink into my lower lip. Moans tumble from my mouth, my body already convulsing, so close, nearing the precipice of an orgasm while Victor watches me.

  I don’t open my eyes though; instead, I keep them shut for fear of seeing him. I want to be lost in the fantasy, and I allow my mind to drift to the moment he broke my barrier. He was feral and hungry, an animal taking what he needed, and that’s the thought that brings euphoria.

  When I finally come down from my high and open my eyes, I find the burning stare of the man who’s so clearly taken everything I had to give. He leans in and lifts me up, before settling on the stool and setting me on his lap.

  His cock is hard, pressing against my back. He rests his chin on my shoulder and brings my hand to his mouth. Taking my two fingers, he sucks them clean, licking my arousal from both digits before he murmurs in delight.

  “You’re utterly delicious.” His appraisal makes me blush. “Play for me.”

  I’m not sure if I can even get a note out, but I try. My fingers hover over the keys, and I allow a song to flow through me. Victor’s hand taunts my pussy, shoving my panties and shorts aside, his fingers dip into me, slow and steady, as if he’s playing me as much as I’m playing the song.

  His cock throbs when he dips deep into me. With a shuffle, he moves his cock between my thighs, and I feel the velvety flesh hard and hot against my core. Without a word, he slips into me. My legs are splayed on either side of his thighs, and he hits a spot inside me that has stars bursting behind my eyelids.

  “So beautiful when you’re lost in pleasure,” he tells me. “Do you enjoy my cock in your tight cunt, juguete?” He murmurs along my shoulder, causing me to shiver.

  “Yes, Victor,” I tell him honestly because I do. I never thought much about sex, but with him, it feels natural.

  “Can a captive fall in love with her captor?” he asks, as he lifts his hips and fucks into me again, drawing a moan from deep within my soul. “Tell me, juguete,” he orders gently as he throbs inside me.

  “Yes,” I whimper the truth I never wanted to admit. Every moment with him is turning me inside out. My anger spirals into dangerous passion as my rage turns to unmistakable need.

  Suddenly, he’s lifting me up as if I weigh nothing. He never breaks the connection as he sets me on my feet and presses his hand down onto the middle of my back, making me bend over.

  “Hold on,” he tells me, before his grip on my hips turns hard and unrelenting. His body slams against mine. The musical notes of the keys fill the room, not making a recognizable melody, but it’s our symphony of pleasure.

  He pulls out, almost all the way, before thrusting into me so deeply that it steals my breath. His one hand releases my body and snakes around until his fingers are dancing across my clit, sending me spiraling into darkness that I welcome.

  His cock thickens, spreading me almost painfully, to mold around him. My pussy flutters at the thought of him needing me as much as I do him. In this moment, there’s nothing else that exists, just us. Our bodies entwined as pleasure courses through our veins.

  Victor pinches my clit until I’m crying out, soaking his cock with my arousal, and with a low feral grunt, he empties himself inside me. I don’t move. My legs shake, my knees buckle, as pleasure courses through me. Victor’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me steady.

  As we come down from the high, he places a kiss on my shoulder before he slips from my body. I can feel his release trickling down my inner thighs, and I sigh when I think about allowing my walls to come down, just for this moment in time, and revel in the pleasure he’s bestowed on me.

  His talent in seduction has toyed with my emotions, along with my body. After all this time hating him, knowing he’s bad, I find myself wanting that darkness to consume me. If I’m going to die, whether from a weak heart or the man before me, I want to experience everything life has to offer me.

  He’s etched his way into my mind, into my heart, and even though I’ve fought him in the beginning, I can feel he’s weakening my defenses. As much as I know he’s done bad things, there’s something human under the cruel façade, and I want to see him break down and show it to me. I want to see the man beneath the veneer.

  So, I let myself enjoy the fall.

  Down into the darkness, where he’s the one holding onto me.

  And I silently admit that I’ve fallen for the Devil.

  24

  Victor

  It’s been forty-eight hours, and I’m at war with myself. She’s been floating around my house like she’s my queen, and I haven’t refused her anything since we came back from seeing Lance Knight. My friend was impressed with her, more than I thought he would be.

  He’s offered me things to think about. But one question he proposed has been replaying in my mind since dinner. Do I need a woman by my side as I rule my kingdom? Perhaps. Do I want it to be her? Yes.

  Closing my eyes, I attempt to clear my mind, but it’s no use. She’s taken over every part of me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I have four days to decide what to do with her, and as much as I would love to keep her as mine, there’s still the issue of Rodrigo. He won’t stop until I end his life.

  Which makes me wonder if she’s working for him. Women are liars; they play seductive snakes when they want something. And as much as I know Sofía loves her father and offered herself to me as payment for his debt, something still doesn’t feel right.

  Unless it’s my consciousness being o
verworked. Picking up my phone, I tap the name I’ve been thinking about since my gut told me to call him.

  “Mr. Cordero,” he answers.

  “Guillermo,” I smile, but it’s as fake as the rest of the conversation will be. “I want you at my compound in an hour. It’s time we spoke.”

  “I’m not in the country,” he tells me easily. “I’m dealing with business in Cancun.”

  “Ah, lovely, I need a vacation. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  He sputters, shocked that I even said that I’ll come to him. “But—”

  “If you don’t wait for me, I’ll have to get my men to find you, and that’s not something you’d like because they’re not as lenient as I am.” The warning is clear, and he knows it. The man worked for Rodrigo for a few years until he walked out, vowing never to return to the country. If he can’t offer insight into his little niece’s relationship with that asshole, then I’ll just kill him.

  “Of course, Victor,” he says. “I’ll be here, we’re at the Ritz.”

  “Lovely,” I smile and hang up. Tapping out a message to Javi, I inform him to get the jet ready. We will fly tonight, and I will be taking my captive along for the flight. She’ll get to see her uncle again before I end him.

  Pushing up from the chair, I decide to pay her a visit. I don’t knock on her door when I reach it, I push it open to find her naked, toweling her body down as it glistens with water droplets and my cock awakens.

  “Victor!”

  “Lovely,” I appraise as my gaze drinks her in. “Pack a suitcase, we’re going on vacation.”

  “What? Where? What about my father?” She throws questions at me as she wraps the towel around her body.

  “We’re flying tonight, make sure you pack those bikinis I had Valentina purchase,” I tell her, already picturing her in those tiny scraps of material.

  “You haven’t answered my questions.” The fire I’ve come to know and love about her shimmers and dances in her eyes.

  “All you need to know is that we’re going on vacation,” I tell her. “Your father will be cared for while we’re away.”

  I turn to leave her, but she asks, “Am I going to be your arm candy again? Why can’t you take one of your whores?”

  Spinning on my heel, I eat up the distance between us and grip her neck so tight, her face turns a soft shade of pink, darkening with every passing second.

  “If you question me, I will make you pay,” I bite out. “You’re the only woman I want on my arm. No fucking whore will pleasure me while I have you.”

  “While?” she chokes out. She doesn’t claw at my hand like the first time I had my hand wrapped around the slender column of her neck. Pushing my thigh between her legs, I press against her core, feeling her heat.

  “You’re mine, juguete, understand that, know that, and never fucking question me again.”

  “Victor,” she pleads, forcing me to loosen my grip on her. “I can’t keep doing this.” Her voice is a soft murmur of pain and agony.

  My hand is no longer squeezing, and I allow my thumb to trace her fat bottom lip, watching as her tongue comes into view. I force the digit onto her pink tongue and press down, so her mouth opens further.

  “You are not leaving me,” I tell her, my tone ominous, and she shivers at the warning. “The moment you walk off this property is the day I kill you.”

  Sofía sucks on my thumb, her teeth grazing the flesh, which elicits a groan from deep within my throat. My cock throbs with need to be in her mouth. I pull away from her, my hands already working the buckle of my belt.

  “Get on your knees,” I command, and she simply obeys. My cock is a steel rod when I grip it in my fist, and she looks up at me with those innocent eyes, which nearly has me coming undone. “Open your mouth and take me.”

  Sofía obeys. I don’t wait to slide my dick into her warmth, deeper and deeper, until I feel the back of her throat constrict and the sound of her gagging fills my ears. Spit drips from her chin. My left hand is planted on the wall behind her, my other hand fisting her hair, tugging her head back and forth, as I fuck her mouth.

  “I fucking own you.” My voice is scratchy, filled with need and a yearning I’ve never felt before, which scares the shit out of me. “You are mine.” Each word is enunciated by a thrust of my hips. Her tongue works my shaft, her throat vibrates around the tip, and my balls draw up in pleasure.

  Every inch of my body grows tight with the impending release about to shatter me, and my eyes shut for a second as I bury myself so deep, I feel her convulse, and that’s when I empty my seed down her throat.

  She works quickly, swallowing me like I’m her fucking sustenance. This woman is never leaving my fucking side because I can’t let her go, and I will kill her if she even attempts to. She’s burrowing her way under my ironclad armor, and day by day, I’m lost to her innocence, her sweetness, and the light that shines in her eyes whenever she looks at me.

  I catch her staring, and it’s those times when she looks past the darkness that I hide behind that I don’t feel like the monster that everyone believes I am. It’s only in these short moments that I feel like someone worthy of her.

  Sofía rises from her position, and I’m still staring into nothing when she touches my face gently. Her fingertips burn white hot against my skin, and I drop my gaze to hers and then I see it—that look.

  In this very moment, Sofía looks at me like I’m a man—not a Cartel king, not the Devil, not a violent criminal, but a man who she cares for. And it’s that look that stalls my heart in my chest.

  “Are you okay?” Her question is soft and sweet, just like her. My mouth falls open, but I can’t respond, because it’s right then that I want to admit my feelings. I want to tell her to stay, to never turn and leave, but I don’t.

  Never show weakness.

  Never show emotion.

  As much as I try to convince myself of those rules my father set out for me, I know they’re a lie. She’s become more to me than I care to admit.

  25

  Sofía

  We reach the small private airstrip, and I gasp when I see a beautiful, shiny white plane waiting. The steps have been lowered, and they’re carpeted in bright red. The car comes to a stop, and I’m out and on the tarmac, taking in the plane I’m about to fly in.

  “Beautiful, isn’t she?” Victor asks from behind me, pride clear in his voice. It’s only when I glance at the tail, do I see it—his family insignia—a gold crown above a throne.

  “It’s yours,” I say.

  “She is.” He laces his fingers with mine, a gesture which has me stalling for a short moment. “Let’s go. They’re waiting on us.” I follow him toward the aircraft, and he allows me to enter first. As lavish as this is, I can’t allow myself to be wrapped up in the wealth that comes with being with a man like Victor Cordero.

  He hasn’t told me the reason for our vacation as he puts it, but I know there’s more to the story than meets the eye. The inside of the plane is as luxurious as I expected it to be. The cream-colored leather seats face each other, and the dark varnished wooden tables and bar area are shiny.

  “This is incredible,” I tell him, as I settle on one of the sofa seats. They’re soft, comfortable, and I can’t help but feel in awe of everything.

  “I’m glad you think so,” he smiles, as he settles in beside me. I expected him to sit opposite me, but he doesn’t, and his large figure looms over me as we wait to take off. When the plane finally starts moving, Javier settles on the seat opposite us, on the other side of the plane, and I wonder if he still hates me.

  Victor’s claim and ownership of me has been strange to accept. My throat still hurts at the memory of him fucking me earlier. I swallowed his release and found myself wanting more. Is that what it’s like to love someone? To ache to please them all the time.

  We race down the runway, and my stomach does somersaults, as I close my eyes to focus on anything other than having my body thrust into the air. I gasp when Victor
’s hand finds my thigh, inching its way toward my core. His fingers taunt me as we slowly inch into the air, and I can’t concentrate on anything other than his fingers teasing my pussy with the expert touch of a man who knows my body better than I do.

  He doesn’t stop until we’re at cruising altitude, and I’m ready to leap over the edge, but the moment he pulls his hand away, my eyes flit to his in shock that he left me needy.

  “I’ll finish that later,” he winks, before gifting me a wolfish smirk that has me squirming at the dark promise in his words. When he can, he pushes off the chair and heads to the bar. I can feel Javier’s eyes on me, but I don’t look at him.

  When Victor returns to me, he hands me a tumbler with amber liquid sloshing against the crystal sides. “Drink this,” he tells me, and I accept it, and slowly sip the burning alcohol. I watch him swallow his own in one gulp, but I’m not that brave yet.

  “Where are you going?” I ask when he turns toward the front of the plane.

  “Business,” he tells me, before disappearing from view, leaving me alone with Javier. I finally meet his gaze, which is boring into me, as if he’s trying to dig out secrets from my soul.

  “What?”

  “If you hurt him,” he tells me. “I’ll gut you.” The sneer on his expression is clear; it’s a warning, and I’m not sure why he believes I can hurt Victor, but he does.

  “He’s not someone I can hurt,” I tell him honestly. “If anyone gets hurt in this, it will be me.” I meet his gaze dead on, trying not to show the way my body shakes with fear of the man who’s the best friend of my captor. However, is Victor still my captor if I’m willingly staying with him? Is he still the bad man I’ve made him out to be if I’ve already given myself to him?

  “You’re right,” Javier smiles. “You will be the one getting hurt because I will ensure that he sees your lies,” he tells me.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t lied. I’ve given him everything,” I bite out, as frustration ebbs through me. Picking up my glass, I swallow the burning liquid and wince at the burn that travels down my throat.