Devil's Advocate: A Dark Mafia Romance (Devil's Playground Book 1)

by Vivi Paige

  “You sure like talking, ragazza.” With a sigh, Indro turned his back to me and ventured into the kitchen. I craned my neck, trying to see what he was doing, but I could only hear him rummaging through the drawers. Moments later, he was back, a dishcloth in one hand and a ball of kitchen twine in the other.

  “What are you—?”

  He went down on one knee and, unceremoniously, stuffed the cloth inside my mouth and tied it around my head with the twine. My insults became useless and muffled, and I went back to glaring.

  “Much better now.” Clearly satisfied, he rose to his feet, grinning as he watched me squirm on the floor. “Have you ever heard of that theory that says silence shouldn’t be awkward? Some people say that, when a man and a woman are getting to know each other, silence can be a sign of comfort.” As if to make a point, he walked past me and sank himself into the couch, propping his leather shoes on top of my coffee table. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling pretty comfortable right now.”

  I tried to put together a string of curses and insults but, now that I was gagged, it was useless. I could only lie there, watching as Indro grabbed the remote and went through the channels like some bored kid trying to find a half-decent football game.

  “Do you have any beer?” he asked me, shifting in his seat so that he could look at me. “Decent beer, I mean. I don’t drink that light pisswater crap.” Again, my reply came out as an angry and unintelligible mutter, and Indro sighed. “Guess not.”

  He went back to flicking through the TV channels, the remote hanging limply from his hand, but it wasn’t long before he grew tired of it. He threw the remote aside, stretched his back, and sprang to his feet.

  “Listen, I’m moving in for a while. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” He stared at me, as if I was capable of speaking through that damn cloth, and then shook his head. “Man, you’re a mess. As a gesture of good will, let me get you cleaned up. We’re gonna be roomies, after all.”

  He kneeled beside me and, with a swift motion, undid the knotted extension cord. I let out a relieved groan as the pressure of the rubber on my arms faded, and pushed myself up to a sitting position. I tried reaching for the cloth in my mouth but, before I could, Indro grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to my feet.

  “I think it’s better we stick with the cloth,” he said, a grin spreading across his lips. “I’ve just been shot at, you know, and my ears are still ringing. Let’s save all those nasty words of yours for later.”

  With that, he twisted one arm behind my back and pushed me across the living room. He stopped for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and then led me down the corridor and into the master bedroom.

  “Nice,” he said with an approving nod, his eyes scanning the room. “You’re a woman of taste, I can tell.”

  Unable to reply, I just let him push me inside the bathroom and, just a few seconds later, I was shoved inside the shower stall. Without any warning at all, Indro grabbed the shower head and sprayed me with ice-cold water, and I instinctively slammed myself against the tiled wall.

  “Ah, shit,” he muttered, fiddling with the faucet until the water started to warm. He grinned. “Sorry about that.”

  Closing my eyes, I let the warm water lap at my body, washing away all that sticky marinara. At my feet, the water turned into a swirl of red as the tomato sauce drifted toward the drain.

  “Much better now,” Indro said, “but still not enough.” He propped the shower head on its wall support and, reaching for a sponge, he pressed it against my neck. By now, my clothes were completely drenched, sticking to my skin like a warm second layer. “Turn around.”

  What the fuck am I doing? I thought, obeying his command and turning my back to him. The moment he pushed my hair over one shoulder, the soft sponge brushing against my skin, I quickly realized that I definitely wasn’t in my right mind.

  And the worst part was, I liked it.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sophie

  “Take your clothes off.”

  I looked back at Indro, not sure if I had heard right, but he just arched his eyebrow at me. This was the kind of man that expected to be obeyed. I should have hated it… but I didn’t.

  “Do you shower with your clothes on?” he insisted, his tone that of a patient father talking to a toddler. What a condescending prick. He was handsome, yes, but that didn’t make him any less of a prick “I thought not. Do as you’re told, Sophie.”

  A pleasant shiver ran up my spine as I imagined myself obeying his commands—and enjoying it—but I refused to let myself go down that path. It was one thing to enjoy Indro in my imagination, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let some stupid fantasy escape into the real world.

  Indro, though, refused to let my stubbornness stand in the way. With a heavy sigh, he hooked his fingers on the collar of my blouse. I kept my arms down, knowing he wouldn’t be able to pull the blouse over my head if I didn’t cooperate, but it seemed like I had misread his intentions.

  Instead of simply trying to undress me, he hooked his fingers on the fabric and gave it a hard yank. The shirt dug into my side for a second, and then I heard it ripping apart. I spun on my heels, angry at the way he was ruining my clothes, but Indro was having none of it.

  “Stand still,” he snapped, laying his left hand on my waist. He tore the ruined blouse off my body and tossed it over his shoulder. I’m not proud to say it, but my heart started beating faster as I felt his hand on my waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.

  Turning his wrist around, he let his fingers go around my waist until he found the zipper on my skirt. He pushed it down, the fabric softening its hold around my waist, and my heart went from beating faster to straight-up galloping.

  When my week started, the last thing I’d expected to happen was this. How had I gone from destroying the opposing counsel in court, to standing in my underwear while some two-bit mafioso showered me? Clearly, God must have had a bone to pick with me.

  “Much better now,” Indro said, the sponge now going down the side of my body. His voice filtered into my brain like poison and, even though I knew I shouldn’t, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the moment.

  You’re going mad, Sophie, my inner voice tried saying, but I was quick to shut that shit down. Some people like listening to their own inner voices and, even though I was no exception, I sure as hell didn’t want to listen to it now. Besides, what was the point in judging myself? There was no way I’d be able to fight him off.

  Not that I wanted to, anyway.

  “Good girl,” Indro whispered, the sponge now going down my back. He pressed it down the length of my spine, and didn’t hesitate before going over to my ass. Then, he squeezed it past my inner thighs, and I only realized I was about to moan when it was already too late.

  “Someone’s enjoying this,” I heard him say, and he pressed the sponge against my thong. It wasn’t long before the sponge was replaced by his hand, his long fingers massaging my aching pussy.

  I tensed up at first, but I quickly learned to relax. More than just that, I allowed a rhythmic sway to take over my hips, and I started grinding against his hand. Then, just as quickly as he had gone for the kill, Indro pulled back.

  “Turn around.”

  This time I didn’t even think about it.

  I turned on my heel to see him shutting the water off and, with a glint in his eye, he stepped inside the stall. His eyes bored into mine for a long moment, and then he reached up and unclasped my bra. The cups slid over my breasts to reveal my hard nipples, and I started breathing hard with anticipation.

  “I wish I knew you looked this good without any clothes on,” he whispered, his index finger trailing down the valley between my breasts. He moved it over my flat stomach, straight down to my thong, and then hooked it on my underwear’s elastic band. One quick tug and he tore the fabric into shreds, leaving me completely naked. “I wouldn’t have waited this long had I known that.”

 
Without warning, he closed the distance between us, flattening his palm against my drenched pussy. He draped his thumb over my clit, and I couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping my lips. Before I even knew what was happening, he pulled the cloth out of my mouth and pressed his lips against mine.

  With my back pressed against the tiles, I melted into his embrace. My lips parted of their own accord and my tongue danced around his. Then and there, I became so wet that dehydration became a real concern.

  “I like the way you smell,” he whispered against my mouth, and then he pulled back with a devious grin. He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, his thumb stroking my clit harder. “Fuck, I like the way you taste.”

  Bringing his free hand up, he wrapped his fingers around my neck and kept me pinned against the wall. At the same time, he ran his tongue down to my breasts, his mouth making the hike to my right nipple.

  “Fuck,” I breathed out, my eyes rolling in their orbits as Indro sucked my nipple into his mouth. His tongue danced around it, lapping and stroking, and a scorching heat settled between my legs. Just a few heartbeats later and Indro’s tongue continued its downward path.

  Once he was down on one knee, I threaded my fingers into his hair, doing it almost unconsciously. I tipped my head back, sucked in a deep breath, and that’s when he finally dove in.

  He pressed his open mouth against my pussy, his tongue running up my folds, and then he wrapped his lips around my clit. Offering it the same treatment he had offered my nipple, he added a bonus to it—he brushed two fingers against my inner lips and, with one swift motion, eased them in.

  He drove all the way in, curling them upward until they found that trigger inside me, and my legs started shaking right away. Tiny spasms ran across my inner walls, squeezing his fingers in, and I let out a quivering moan as fireworks exploded behind my shut eyelids.

  “Holy fuck,” I breathed out, barely believing what was happening.

  “I can’t say there’s anything holy about this,” Indro said, slipping his fingers from inside me, “but I think the ‘fuck’ can be arranged.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Indro

  You might not believe me, but I didn’t mean for this to happen.

  I won’t hide the fact that Sophie is exactly the kind of woman I’d go for, but when this first started out, sex wasn’t on my mind. Instead, I had been more preoccupied with keeping my ass out of jail—and alive.

  Now, though, I saw the merit in spicing things up. Sophie needed to be motivated into doing her best in the courtroom, and I figured that fucking her brains out would do the trick. All right, fuck it, let me be honest—then and there, stuff like that wasn’t even on my radar.

  All I knew was that I wanted her.

  And, sweet mother of Jesus, I wanted her bad.

  I sprang to my feet, my cock throbbing inside my boxer briefs, and let my eyes wander over Sophie’s naked body. The curve of her thighs, the teardrop shape of her breasts, her full lips… to say that she was hot would be putting it mildly. The woman was a fucking furnace.

  I mean, I had even gone down on her. I’m not one of those assholes that refuses to do it—in fact, I actually like it—but I lost all control there. The moment I tasted her lips, I simply couldn’t stop myself from tasting every inch of her body. It was almost embarrassing.

  But I still wanted more.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I breathed out, my words heavy. “I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  “Why don’t you stop talking and just get to it?” Sophie threw back at me, her words coated with animal lust. Grinning like a madman, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. Our tongues went from dancing to wrestling, and I became even harder as she started tearing my shirt off.

  When she pushed my pants down in a desperate way, I became almost delirious. I could feel desire crackling under her fingertips, and the way she was kissing me… fuck, this was intense.

  With one furious motion, Sophie pulled my boxers down, freeing my erection. She didn’t hesitate before she gripped it, her fingers immediately travelling up and down my entire length. I laid one hand on the nape of her neck, threaded my fingers into her hair, and then forced her to look straight into my eyes.

  “You’re fire,” I found myself saying, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I wasn’t the kind of man to say shit like that before getting down to business but, what the hell, Sophie was worth it.

  With a growl, I laid both hands on her waist and spun her around. She placed her hands on the wall, at shoulder height, and jutted her ass back. It was ironic—minutes ago, she had been more than ready to bite my head off.

  Grabbing my cock by the root, I closed the distance between us. I bit on her neck as I slipped my cock past her inner lips, and my heart almost burst as I felt the warmth of her pussy against my tip. Part of me wanted to thrust right away, to feel her tightness around my cock, but I fought that urge back.

  The best things in life are to be savored, after all.

  “Oh, God,” Sophie moaned, and her body trembled as I eased myself in. I kept a steady pace while doing it, merely allowing one inch at a time. Swear to God, that was almost enough for me to come undone. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not so pathetic that I’ll come just because I’ve seen a shaved pussy. I can hold my own… but this shit was almost transcendental.

  Unable to resist the madness, I gritted my teeth and thrust. My cock’s remaining inches slipped past Sophie’s inner lips, straining against her insides, and I held my breath once I was finally deep inside her. I closed my eyes, just so my mind would stop spinning, and let my instincts take the steering wheel.

  My hips reached a crescendo, my thighs slapping her heart-shaped ass over and over again, and the sound of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the bathroom. And what a glorious fucking sound it was.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I growled, enjoying the way her body was squeezing my cock. To make it even better, Sophie wasn’t just standing there—oh, no, she was a full-blown participant in this. Every time I thrust, she pushed herself against me, slamming her body against mine.

  The fingers of my right hand remained threaded in her hair as I fucked her, but my left hand had found purchase on her waist. Slowly, though, I allowed it around her waist. I spread my fingers wide, draped two of them over her clit, and started to massage it.

  That’s when shit got serious.

  Sophie started thrusting back so hard that I had no other option but to stop moving. She impaled herself on my cock with such furious determination that, for a moment, I didn’t even know what to do. This woman was my match, no doubt about it.

  “Come here,” I said, pulling back from her. I spun her around once more and, moving fast, pulled her up and into me. She laced her legs around my waist, her body trapped between me and the tiled wall, and I finally took back control.

  Kissing her, I guided my cock back inside her, and let loose. My hips moved with a twisting motion as I fucked her, and it was only a matter of time until her pussy started gripping me with vise-like intensity.

  Sophie moaned against my lips and, suddenly, her whole body tensed up. She dug her fingernails into my shoulder blades hard enough to draw blood, but I barely registered the pain.

  “Fuck,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her entire body trembling in place. That did the trick. Before I even knew what the fuck was happening, my cock was throbbing viciously, fire and thunder rising up its length.

  I screwed my eyes shut, and then came so hard that it felt as if my brain had exploded. A wave of ecstasy washed all over me, bathing every fiber of my body in pleasure, and I only realized I had been holding my breath when my lungs started to complain.

  When I finally pulled back from her, gently lowering her, I gave her ass a teasing slap. “You keep this up, maybe I won’t tie you up again.” Judging by the sour expression on her face, that wasn’t what she expected to hear.

  “You are a fucking asshole.”

  “Yes, I
am,” I replied. “And you love me for it.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sophie

  “Where are you?” I called out.

  “Kitchen!” came the reply.

  I threw on some clothes and found Indro at my counter, throwing some coffee together.

  “Glad to see you don’t skimp on the cheap stuff,” he said, hoisting my organically grown, locally sourced beans.

  “No way,” I said. “Gotta get what’s good. Nothing worse than bad coffee.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” he said, walking over to me, slipping a hand around my waist and giving me a squeeze.

  “Sorry to see you got dressed,” I said with a grin.

  “Hey, I can’t be lounging around all day like a kept man! There’s things to do,” he said, leaning in and kissing me. I felt my hunger for him rumble inside me, but I restrained it. There were, in fact, things to do.

  “First things first though,” Indro said, opening my fridge. “You gotta go out and buy some real food. There’s nothing to eat in here!”

  “What are you talking about? There’s all kinds of stuff!”

  “This?” he said, holding up a container of cottage cheese. “This ain’t food. This is shit you give to rabbits when you want to starve them.”

  “I think you’re being a little melodramatic,” I said, rolling my eyes.

  “And I think you’re gonna go out and get some eggs and bacon and good thick bread and butter for us to have a proper breakfast.”

  “Oh, am I? And what are you going to be doing?”

  “Don’t worry about it. When you come back, hey, I’ll do all the cooking.”

  “Wow,” I said dryly, “what a gentleman you are.”

  “That’s how my mother raised me,” he said, giving me a wink that made me want to slap him and jump him at the same time.