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

by Vivi Paige

  “Sophie!” I shouted. I found myself in debris-strewn water, no sign of the Loggias or Sophie in sight. I screamed her name again, my face hurting like crazy from the freezing water.

  At least the wetsuit kept me from freezing to death. Yet I had another problem. Like I said, I never was a great swimmer, and when you get yourself down to—ahem—five percent body fat as I have, it can be kind of hard to remain afloat. Unlike most folks, I wasn’t naturally buoyant.

  “Oh fuck.” Another big swell loomed over me. I sucked in a gasp of air right before it enveloped me. Back in Miami, I’d ridden the swells up to the top thanks to the salt water. In Lake Michigan, I was being drowned by degrees.

  I realized real quick I was going to need some way to stabilize myself before I went searching for Sophie. My strength faded fast, and I knew I had to do something quick. I spied a bit of floating detritus and swam toward it. The little plank of enameled wood had previously been the hull of the Loggia boat. Now it was my lifeline as I struggled to cling to its flimsy surface.

  I tried to rest my weight on it, in order to take a break, but it plunged beneath and took me with it. It helped, but it wasn’t enough. I cast my gaze about, spying a black-clad body bobbing not far away. Morbid, but you know what they say about any port in a storm.

  I swam toward it as best I could, but a wave I hadn’t seen coming inundated me. I was driven beneath the surface, scrambling frantically with all four limbs to beat my way back to the surface.

  I thrust my head above the water and cried Sophie’s name again and again. At last, I heard her holler back.

  “Indro!”

  I turned about until I spied her, clinging to an orange lifesaver. She kicked her legs, coming toward me as a wave slammed into me. When I came back out, I spat out a stream of disgusting water and saw her a few feet closer. It seemed like the lake itself was working against me, trying to keep me from her.

  My side ached with a painful stitch. I struggled to stay afloat, but it was futile. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more despair than I did when I slipped beneath the water that day.

  I saw the surface vanish overhead, my hopes along with it. My first concern wasn’t even for myself. I feared Sophie would drown herself trying to save me.

  Spots danced before my eyes. I held the air in my lungs until they burned, screaming for release. I knew that if I did that, I would only have cold, chill water to replace it. Just when I felt myself giving in, a hand closed around my arm.

  Sophie pulled me up until I was able to grasp the life preserver. The air exploded out of my mouth as I hit the surface. I sucked in big, tasty lungful after lungful, barely able to cling to the life preserver.

  “Indro,” she gasped. “Hang on.”

  “Well, I wasn’t about to let go,” I muttered.

  It was a long swim back to shore, and honestly we probably wouldn’t have made it, even with the life preserver. The wetsuits weren’t the thickest around, and soon the cold began clawing its way through the layers of rubber. Not to mention I’d lost all feeling in my face.

  Sophie’s visage had turned dark pink, her bottom lip quivering as we shivered in the cold lake. Then, from behind a heavy swell, a light appeared.

  “There’s a boat,” she gasped.

  “Yeah, but whose boat?” If it was the Loggias, we were as good as fucked. Though I guess we couldn’t get much more fucked than we already were.

  Imagine my relief when the Coast Guard hauled us out of the water. My old man used to make fun of the Coast Guard, saying they were men unfit for the Navy, glorified lifeguards. Well, with all respect to my pop, those glorified lifeguards saved me and Sophie alike.

  We spun a bullshit story about having been out on the lake when the storm whipped up and deep-sixed our boat. By that point we were nowhere near the debris left behind by the collision, so they bought it hook, line, and sinker.

  No pun intended.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Sophie

  Mugs of cocoa didn’t do as much to warm Indro and me as the heated towels the Coast Guard provided. Indro wanted to split as soon as we got back to land, but I convinced him to fill out the paperwork they requested. Using false names, of course.

  Fortunately, we didn’t have a strip of identification on us, so no one was about to question them. We were hardly the first victims of a sudden squall to get hauled out of Lake Michigan by the Coast Guard, after all.

  Roughly three hours after we’d crashed our boat into the Loggia family’s, Indro and I turned up at my apartment, wearing ill-fitting borrowed sweat suits. I collapsed onto a chair, still shivering.

  “That was one hell of a day.”

  Indro puttered around in the kitchen, making coffee. His shoulder wound had turned out to be superficial, not even requiring so much as a single stitch. He stripped off his sweatshirt while the coffee brewed and poked the gauze pad taped in place at the Coast Guard station.

  “If you pick at that, it will never heal.”

  Indro cocked an eyebrow at me. I’m not sure, but I think that was the first time I’d teased him without being mean. A smile stretched his handsome face.

  “Okay, MOM,” he said, jabbing a finger at me. “You know, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t followed me into that alley.”

  I stared right back. “If I hadn’t followed you, you’d be dead and we both know it.”

  Indro’s eyes narrowed to dark slits. For a moment I thought I’d gone too far. Then he sighed and nodded his head.

  “All right, I’ll give you that one.” He handed me a cup of coffee, which I gratefully accepted. We dined on leftovers and sipped coffee, which revitalized us somewhat. I still had the achy feeling of having been swimming too long, but at least neither of us seemed to be coming down with a cold after our icy plunge.

  The only problem was my toes still felt chilly, no matter that I’d layered my socks at the Coast Guard station and then put my feet over a heat register when we returned home.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “My toes are still cold.”

  “I have a solution. A nice, hot shower.”

  I thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll go first, and make sure I leave you some hot water—”

  “Oh, I’m coming with you,” he said firmly. Indro grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my chair. I gasped as he roughly pulled off my sweatshirt and then my pants. My chest heaved with pants as I squirmed under his smoldering gaze.

  I reached out and grasped the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants. I tugged them down, revealing his firmly erect cock. I looked from his weapon up to his face.

  “Come here, you,” Indro growled. He took me by my throat and dragged me to my feet. He mashed his lips on top of mine and kissed me deeply. I surrendered to his tongue, his touch. I felt a tingle in my clit as he pulled away, resting his forehead against my own.

  Indro took a handful of my hair and dragged me along to the bathroom. He pushed me into the shower and turned on the water before stepping in himself. After a few moments, the spray turned lukewarm, then steaming hot. I adjusted the head, so it sprayed down over our naked bodies as Indro embraced me from behind.

  I moaned softly as he massaged my breasts, his mouth on my shoulder. He worked his way up to my neck, leaving kisses and hot licks in his wake. Indro released one of my breasts and grabbed the loofah. I squirted a spiral of foam onto its pink and white surface.

  Indro rubbed it across my belly, working his way up to my chest with heavy, strong strokes. I leaned into him, feeling his rigid cock nestling between my ass cheeks. He felt so good against me. I didn’t even mind his dominance. In fact, I reveled in it.

  Indro’s swirling scrubs grew gentler as he teased each of my nipples before sweeping the loofah around to my back. He crouched behind me, applying gentle pressure on my back until I leaned against the shower wall. My fingers splayed wide as he ran the loofah over my back in slow swirls.

  Indro worked his
way down to the slope of my ass, then dove the loofah through my crack. I moaned, my voice echoing back at me from off the tiled walls as he spread my cheeks and scrubbed my nether region with gentle but thorough strokes.

  I giggled when the loofah tickled the inside of my thighs. I jumped a little from his ministrations, only to cry out when his hand sharply smacked my bottom.

  “Hold still, you,” Indro commanded.

  I struggled to obey, which grew quite difficult when he lifted my foot and scrubbed the sole. By the time he finished soaping me up, we were both laughing, and my feet had grown warm at last.

  Indro pulled the removable shower head off and sprayed it over my body, sluicing the water away with his broad palm. His hand tightened in my hair and encouraged me to turn about to face him. I put my arms up over my head on opposite sides of the shower armature as he turned the spray on my front half.

  He gave lengthy, thorough attention to each of my breasts. I enjoyed the way he enjoyed me, playing with my heavy, pliant gourds, deforming them to his whims.

  Indro turned the sprayer on my pussy, and I shivered, a heavy moan forcing its way out of my mouth. He pried my pussy lips apart, stroked my clitoral mound with his index finger, and adjusted the nozzle to maximum output.

  I shrieked when the pulsing water hit my clitoris. Electrical flashes shot through my body, and my eyes squeezed shut as my legs shook. I’d have collapsed but for him holding me up.

  “That’s my dirty little lawyer,” he teased. Indro shoved the loofah into my trembling hand. “Now, it’s your turn to clean me.”

  I squirted soap on the loofah and flicked my gaze up to his. I ran it over his smoothly muscled chest, frothing up his dark, curly hair. I worked my way downward, over the knots of muscle in his abdomen, and further still until I grasped his shaft and lifted it up, gently scrubbing with the loofah.

  “Make sure you get the balls, too,” Indro commanded.

  I did so, then used the sprayer to sluice him clean as well. Still on my knees, I gave in to impulse and kissed the tip of his cock. Indro growled low in his throat.

  “You’re such a bad girl.” He took hold of my hair. “Get on my dick, Sophie.”

  I smiled and looked up into his eyes. “Yes, Indro.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Sophie

  I gripped Indro’s shaft firmly in my palm, feeling its pulsing, rigid length against my skin. Leaning forward, I licked the tip with a slow, sensuous pass of my tongue. Indro groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

  I caressed his balls with my free hand as I took the tip inside of my mouth. Indro’s eyes snapped open, and he stared down at me with a smoldering gaze.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he growled. “Stop playing with my shaft and swallow it.”

  Swallow it? I stared up at him, wide-eyed and a little anxious, but more than willing to try. I opened my jaw as widely as possible and took his missile inside. My eyes squeezed shut as I fought my gag reflex, choking a little but careful not to scrape him with my teeth.

  I got him all the way inside, until his balls rested beneath my chin. His head hit the back of my throat and I choked. I pulled off of Indro’s cock, gasping in air as his seed spilled out of my open mouth.

  “Not bad. Get back on there, little pussy.”

  A pang ran through my crotch and spread through my entire body at his command. I wanted to please him. Our brush with death had made being meek or modest seem quite ridiculous. I had plunged into Lake Michigan and emerged from its waters a changed woman.

  I pumped my head up and down, gurgling a little when I went too far and caught his head in the back of my throat. Indro’s hands grasped my hair firmly in a double-fisted grip. He took charge of the motion, and I relaxed and let him have control.

  He came inside my mouth, crying out sharply. I stayed on him as long as I could before I had to pull off for a few snorts of air.

  Indro used the shower to rinse my face and chest, then used my hair to maneuver me out of the shower. I reached for a towel to dry us with, but he slapped my hand.

  “You’re not allowed to cover yourself from my eyes,” he said in a husky whisper. Indro pushed me out toward the bedroom as we dripped water all over my floor. There goes my security deposit, I thought as he shoved me onto the bed.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded, slapping my inner thighs to reinforce the order. I did as I was told, feeling an exultant rush at being his plaything. I didn’t have to worry about being wanton. I could just give my body over to Indro, knowing he would give me some pain, but along with it the most exquisite pleasure.

  Indro spread my pussy lips open, then shoved his face in my crotch. I cried out as he ran his tongue through my glistening slit. Indro enveloped my labia with his mouth, sucking hard. He tugged my pliant flesh outward, creating an intoxicating tension.

  He worked his way over to the opposite labia, sucking noisily.

  “Your pussy tastes so good, Sophie,” he mumbled into my flesh.

  My hands grasped the sides of his head, flowing through his damp hair. Indro grasped my wrists and removed them firmly, never releasing my labia until he spoke.

  “Put your hands behind your head,” he growled.

  I did as I was told and he moved his mouth up to my swollen clitoris. Indro ran his tongue in slow circles all around it, sending shivers through my spine. An electric rush filled my senses, and I fairly whimpered.

  “Please, Indro,” I gasped. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  My face flushed red. “Please… lick it.”

  “Lick what?”

  “Oh God, you’re such an asshole,” I groaned.

  “Lick what?” he demanded. Indro pinched my pussy lip firmly until I gasped. “Lick what?”

  “Lick… my… clit.”

  He did, running his tongue in a firm lap along its engorged surface. My scream split the air. Indro pinned me down with a hand on my belly while he enveloped my clitoris inside his soft lips. He suckled hard. Plasmids exploded behind my eyelids as he suckled my clit and moved his fingers inside of my cunny at the same time.

  My scream split the air as I came hard, squirting all over his face. Indro basked in the deluge, drinking it in like a dog who hadn’t supped water in three days. I flopped around on the bed like a landed fish, my cry dying off into shivering pants.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as he climbed onto the bed, nudging my thighs further apart with his knees. He ran the head of his throbbing cock through my slit, a commanding sneer on his face.

  “Your pussy is mine, Sophie,” he growled. “All mine.”

  “Yes, Indro,” I gasped.

  Indro shoved his throbbing crown inside of my quivering mound of love jelly and I gasped. He stuffed me full, stretching me with his thick slab, until I cried out again.

  “I’m going to fuck your sweet cunt,” Indro said, his hand going around my throat, pinning me to the mattress. I gasped as he thrust into me, slapping his hips into mine. My mouth flew open in a ragged, undulating cry as he fucked me hard.

  Every thrust shoved me closer to the precipice of a monster orgasm. I saw it coming, anticipating it like the first sudden drop of a roller coaster ride. Indro glided in and out of my wet snatch, his hand tight around my neck. I could feel my pulse throbbing against his thumb and forefinger.

  Then came the moment when Indro gave himself over fully to his desire, using me to sate his animal lust. I let out a strangled scream at the sight of him venting his fury on me, inside of me. I writhed about as best I could, pinned and impaled by Indro’s body.

  Indro strained, his glistening, muscular body taut like a jungle panther. I moaned as he filled me up with his hot spunk. Indro, panting worse than he had after our dip in Lake Michigan, collapsed on top of me. I felt a smug pleasure knowing I’d worn him out more than almost drowning had.

  “Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “I love fucking your little cunny, Sophie. It’s just perfect. You’re just… perfect.”

  His
hand came up to caress my cheek. I eagerly met his lips, and all of the problems waiting outside the walls of my apartment were carried away on a wave of bliss.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Indro

  I left Sophie sleeping in her bed, my mind lingering on our intimate gymnastics the night before. I mean, there was already chemistry there, and fighting for our lives was just that much more of an aphrodisiac.

  If I could have, I’d have stayed in bed with her for a while longer. Thing was, too much had happened the day before for the Don not to be informed. Duty called, as it were, and as a made man, I had no choice but to answer.

  From what Sophie told me, it was next to confirmed Enzio was involved. That meant the other masked men were probably Loggia family, too. The tenuous web of peace between the six families threatened to snap. If war was brewing, we needed to get a leg up on the Loggias.

  I hit the streets, frigid wind blasting me in the mush. I sneezed a couple of times and pulled my coat tighter around me. After my dip in the freezing lake yesterday, I was worried about catching a cold. I reminded myself to drink some OJ or something to load up on vitamin C.

  Being as my life was in danger, I checked under my car for a surprise. Then I checked the backseat and looked up and down the street just in case. Nobody shot at me, so I went ahead and climbed inside.

  Only after I’d already turned the engine over did I realize somebody could have gifted me a Clorox special. That’s when they dump bleach into your gas tank. Bleach plus gasoline equals a poor man’s napalm. It’s not guaranteed to blow up like a car bomb, but I still should have checked.

  Since I didn’t die, I checked in with my big brother Flavio and told him I needed an audience with the Don. He was pretty happy I had survived my foray into acting as bait. Flavio sent me to the cathouse over in Belmont, where the Don had a working girl he was sweet on. After he’d gotten his rocks off, Don Maloik liked to play poker with the proprietor and his security.