Devil You Know: A Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Romance (The Diavolo Crime Family Book 2)

by J. L. Beck

  Ruthlessly, he spears me with two fingers, sinking deep. The air in my lungs evaporates. The pleasure he is giving me hinges on pain, but I wouldn’t stop him, couldn’t even if I tried.

  “You can lie all you want, but your body will always betray you. It would take me two minutes to make you come around my fingers right now. The only problem is I don’t reward brats who can’t follow simple directions.”

  Before I can respond, he flips me onto my belly and drags my hips up to meet his.

  “I warned you, and you wanted to fight about it. Now I’m going to take you as is, and it’s not going to be as good for you as it could’ve been.”

  I whimper and try to drag my hips away, to crawl to the door and claw at the handle to get out.

  He stops my advance and wraps his arm around my waist, pressing himself against my ass, and with the other hand, he rubs his cock between my pussy lips, soaking himself with my wetness there.

  “Please,” I beg, as he notches himself against my ass.

  “Oh, you ask so nicely, stellina,” he says, his voice silken sin. And then he slowly presses against my puckered asshole, sliding into me inch by tight inch.

  He gives me only enough time to accept him as my body stretches to accommodate his size. I whimper once he’s fully seated in both pleasure and pain. I hate he can make my body feel this way. Every touch ignites a fire, even as I want to hurt him for his every liberty.

  Instead of angling me forward on the seat, he arches me up and anchors his arm underneath my breasts. His lips land on my neck as he starts a slow grind into my ass.

  “I can smell myself on your skin. Taste myself. And yet, I want more. I need my marks on your body, my name on your lips. I fucking need you, Celia.”

  I squeeze my eyes closed, tears sliding down my cheeks, but I don’t know if it’s the shame from the orgasm building against my will or the fear he’s never going to stop.

  “Say my name, say Nic as you come, stellina, and I’ll make you feel so good the next time. I’ll get on my knees for you and lick your sweet little cunt. Would you like that?” Each word is punctuated with an arch of his hips into my body.

  Everything in me is coiled tight, ready to explode, and I’m trying with all my might to hold back, to keep from coming, because if I do, it feels like he’s won.

  And when he wins, I always lose.

  I close my eyes against another wave of sensations that slowly build like flames in a fireplace. One tiny nudge, and I’ll go over.

  A flicker of motion from the front seat causes Nicolo to grip me tighter against him.

  His voice is entirely different when he speaks to the driver. “If you so much as glance back here again, I’ll blow your head off and use it for bowling practice. Then I’ll fuck her using your blood as lube while I do it.”

  A skitter of fear coils through me at the dark menace rolling off him. A few seconds of stillness pass until he loosens his grip a bit and starts rocking into me faster.

  I’m afraid to move, to look at him, to hold on to the seat, to keep my balance even as my knees ache from the position.

  It hurts, and it feels good, and I hate him. God, I hate him. I hate him so fucking much that I think my hate is becoming something else entirely.

  I make it a mantra in my head as he moves faster inside me, pumping into me harder as my body gives way to his.

  “Say my name, stellina. I want to hear it. Say it, and I’ll grant you one wish as long as it’s not your freedom or Lucas’s.”

  He captures my chin and tilts my head back so he can look into my eyes as he fucks me. “Say it. Fucking say it. I can feel you tightening around me. You’re fighting it, but you’re going to come any second, and I want to hear my name when you do. I want you to acknowledge who is giving you pleasure even as you complain about me fucking you against your will.”

  I squeeze my lips together defiantly, refusing to give in. This is one thing he can’t force from me. He can own my body and make me feel whatever he wants, but he can’t make me speak. He can’t make me think or believe what he has to say.

  “Fine,” he growls into my ear, then shoves me flat onto the seat and starts a furious pace, slamming into me hard and fast.

  I’m about to come. The orgasm builds higher and higher, and I wrap my fingers around the warm leather of the seat to anchor myself. But right before my body explodes, he jerks himself from my ass and spills his cum all over my ass and lower back.

  I pop my eyes open, my body strung tight like a bowstring.

  When his heavy panting stops and he stills above me, I risk a glance back.

  “I told you to give me what I want, stellina, and I’ll make you feel good. As I said before, I don’t reward brats who don’t follow orders.

  After he tucks himself into his pants, he lifts me gently from the seat and settles me naked across his lap. Everything aches, and I hate I want him to finish me off, or worse, that I need it. Taking mercy on me, he tucks his hand between my thighs and tilts my chin to force our gazes together. His blue gaze bleeds into mine.

  “I know you need to come, so use my hand. Rock against it. I won’t help you; you’ll have to do it all on your own.”

  When I set my jaw, he chuckles, brings his fingers to his lips, and licks them. “Mmm. I look forward to tasting you once I get you settled at home.”

  Exhaustion falls over me in a wave, dragging me under. I don’t even realize I’ve settled my head against his shoulder, and he’s wrapped his arms around me to keep me warm. I can think about that later.

  Right now, sleep is tugging me in deep, and I don’t have it in me to worry about what it all means. Not the gentle whispers he presses into my neck with fluttering kisses, nor the soft, soothing brush of his hand through the trailing ends of my hair.

  Especially not the fact that I want him inside me more than anything else.

  7

  Nic

  When we arrive at the house, I text the housekeeper to make sure the place is cleared out. I don’t want a single soul to see her naked. Soo will handle Lucas until I’m ready to deal with him and figure out where he falls into my plans for Celia.

  I cradle her against my chest, shove the car door open, and carry her out of the vehicle. The sun is rising on the horizon, sending soft light over her skin. She has bruises along her arms and her hips from my rough handling of her. A tiny part of me feels guilt, but a greater part loves to see my marks on her body. When she sees them, she’ll know she’s mine in every way.

  I gently hug her tighter as I walk into the house. As promised, there’s not a soul in sight. She stirs in my arms, and I carefully set her on her feet as I cross the entryway.

  “So, we’re back,” she says, her tone strange.

  “Go on up, and I’ll be there in a moment. You look like you’re going to pass out.”

  She shrugs and walks down the hall. Only now, I notice the slight limp in her step as she leans from one foot to the other. I should have been gentler with her, but I couldn’t. Not when I just got her back. Not when I’m still aching to mark her everywhere.

  “Stop,” I call out.

  She turns to look at me, her eyes blazing like a fire.

  “My room isn’t that way.”

  “I know. I’m going to my room.”

  She’s not spending another night without me wrapped around her. “No. You’ll be living in my room, so I can take care of you.”

  “Take care?” She scoffs at the words like it’s a joke. “Like you just cared for me in the car?”

  “Do you want me to carry you?”

  She glares, crossing her arms over her breasts to hide them from my view. “No. I can go up to my cell alone. And I’m going to sleep alone and be locked up in my own space.”

  I saunter closer to her in case she bolts. “I never said I was locking you up.”

  Her eyes track up my bare chest. I forgot to put my shirt on her when we got out of the car. Or maybe I just wanted her bare skin against mine a littl
e longer. “No? Then let me go home.”

  “This is your home now. The quicker you get used to the idea, the quicker you can get comfortable.”

  This time she advances on me, dropping her arms to square off her hips with her hands. “I don’t want to get fucking comfortable. I don’t know if you caught this in the car, but I fucking hate you, and I don’t want to spend another second of my time in your presence.”

  “You don’t have a choice, princess. You’re in my world. What I say is law, and I decided you will be here with me indefinitely.” She isn’t just in my world, she is the center of it, and I’ll make certain she knows that.

  Taking one more step forward, she pokes at my chest with her index finger. “And what are you going to do? Bend me over a piece of furniture and stake your claim again? Carve your name in my skin, so everyone knows who owns me? Or maybe come on me every single morning to let the rest of the dogs know you’ve marked your territory?”

  I lash out and grab her wrist harshly. “Watch your mouth, princess. I’m in a forgiving mood toward you right now because I used you hard, but it won’t last if you keep running your mouth.”

  “What can you possibly do to hurt me you haven’t already? I want to go to my room and sleep. Alone.”

  She tries to pry her wrist from my hold, but I grip her tighter. “You continually think you have a choice here. I told you to go to my room. If you won’t go there yourself, I’ll carry you up and tie you to my bed.” I lean into her face and whisper my next words. “And I’m not sure if you remember, but I don’t make idle threats. So, what’s it going to be?”

  Again, she tries to jerk her wrist from my hand. I let her go, and she stumbles back, rubbing the delicate bone. “I’m not going to lie in your bed and be your sex doll while you plot your next auction to sell me. I’d rather be left alone; at least I can enjoy the time by myself until someone else takes ownership of me.”

  “I told you, I’m not selling you. I’m keeping you. You’re mine.”

  Her eyes narrow, and her jaw locks tight. “Oh, you’re keeping me,” she grits out. “Like a dog you found in some alley.”

  A familiar fucking weight settles in my chest, and I shake my head at her. “Why do you always have to twist everything I say into the worst possible connotation?”

  “Because I hate you. And everything you say makes me fucking sick.”

  It’s not that I expected her full submission when we returned to the house, but I see now, I’m going to have to reteach her to respect me, or at the very least, fear me enough to not piss me off at every turn. My woman will not humiliate me.

  Soo enters from the garage hallway, keeping his eyes averted. He’s the only person in the world who can be in the same room with her naked and survive.

  “He’s secure. I thought you’d want to know, and you weren’t answering your text messages.”

  I wave at Celia. “It’s because I’m dealing with the princess here who has forgotten how to follow my orders.”

  Soo, tactfully, gives me a nod and turns back to the hallway to wait until I’ve finished handling things with her.

  I stare down at her, my blood rising. The need to grab her and take her again, shimmering under the surface. “I’m going to give you one last chance. Go up to my room, or I’ll drag you up there myself, and I won’t be gentle about it. That is the choice I’m giving you. A choice you can make.”

  Glowering at me like she wants to drive a knife into my chest, she squares her shoulders and stands her ground. I know her pride won’t allow her to bend even as she stares me down naked with her hands shaking, trying her best to cover herself.

  I grab her by the throat and drag her to me so her mouth can feel each word I say. “You have no idea what I’ve given up for you. I gave up my chance to get to your father. A revenge I’ve planned for many years… I gave it up so I could find you. And yet, you stand here ungrateful and defiant. I’ll teach you how to act if it kills us both.”

  “I didn’t ask you to find me. I was perfectly fine where I was.”

  “Is that right? So, Lucas had a knife against your throat for fun?”

  I switch my hold to the back of her neck and shove her ahead of me toward the stairs. She stumbles, but I take her arm so she doesn’t fall and lead her up to the bedrooms. It only takes a few minutes to enter my darkened room and march her straight to the bed. When she doesn’t climb on, I easily lift her and toss her onto the bed.

  Of course, she doesn’t stay. She shuffles across the bed to the other side and scrambles over the edge to the floor.

  I take a moment to watch her and shake my head. “Why do you fight when it’s so easy to just give in?”

  With her scent still on me, I’m calmer now. The need to drag her by the hair like a caveman still lingers, but I can hold it back until she pushes me too far.

  When she reaches the door, I make it to the threshold first and drag her by the waist, her back crashing against my front. “I told you your options, and by refusing to behave, you’re just ensuring future punishment. Stay on the fucking bed, or I’ll tie you there. When I come back, if you’ve even moved an inch, I’ll make you regret it.”

  She claws at my arms with her nails. “There is nothing else you can take from me.”

  I nuzzle against her ear. “Princess, I haven’t even tapped into my imagination. There are so many ways to make you mine, and I’ll use them all until you submit.”

  She shudders and goes limp.

  “Good girl,” I whisper and carry her back to the bed.

  This time when I deposit her on the covers, she stays put. I don’t trust she’ll stay, so I wait, watching her for any sign she’s about to run again.

  “Why are you standing there watching me?”

  “Because I don’t trust you to follow directions.”

  She pulls the blanket up over her lap and then up to cover her chest. “Am I allowed to use the restroom and take a shower?”

  I shake my head. “Not unless I’m with you. Not until I know you won’t do something stupid. Right now, I’ve got business to attend to regarding the fallout from last night’s auction, so I’m going to need to leave you here. I’m just waiting to see if you’ll need to be tied up or not.”

  Her lips press into a firm line, and she looks so pretty in nothing but my blankets. I want to press her into the mattress and feast on her. But that kind of treatment is for good girls, and Celia is testing me at every turn.

  “So, what’s it going to be?” I ask, still studying her.

  I love the pink flush dotting the creamy skin across her breasts. My cum is there right now, marking her as mine, and I don’t stop the smile that blooms on my lips.

  Her heavy gulp echoes through the silent room. Even as she acts brave and ballsy, she’s terrified. I can smell her fear, taste it, and soon she’ll be brave and ballsy when I want her to be, and terrified when I want her to be, and mine the second I say the word.

  The image of her in my head, twining around me voluntarily, enjoying my touch, and touching me in return is too much. My cock is already hardening despite coming twice in the car. She is a fucking drug I can’t seem to get enough of.

  “Answer me, stellina. I can’t stand here all morning. Soo is waiting for me.”

  In another act of defiance, she drags her gaze from mine and clamps her mouth shut. Fine. Tied up, it is.

  I climb onto the bed and grab her wrist in one smooth move. She claws at my ribs, trying to escape as I yank my still unbuckled belt from its loops to restrain her against the heavy wooden headboard. Once her arm is secure, I retrieve another belt and loop it around her other wrist. Tight enough, she can’t get free.

  Then I lean in and brush her mouth with my own. She tries to bite me, but I grip her chin and force her mouth shut. “Remember what I said about biting. Since you wanted to take your time about your decision, I made it for you. Next time, maybe you’ll be more expeditious. Now, I’m going downstairs. You get some sleep, and I’ll release y
ou in a few hours, so you can get some breakfast.”

  Before I go, I delve my other hand down her body to dip my fingers into her pussy. She gasps and jerks her hips into the bed, but she can’t escape. Her cunt is still wet, and I know a few deliberate motions would make her come. I’m not giving that to her yet, not until she’s earned it.

  I lick my fingers and close my eyes as I taste her. A tiny squeak pops out of her, and I can’t help but smile. She might pretend she doesn’t want me, but she does, desperately.

  “I’ll be back in a few hours,” I repeat. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

  I enter my closet and grab a T-shirt before heading into the hallway. Soo is standing with his back against the wall, looking just as tired as I feel.

  “We need to talk,” he says.

  I tug the hem of the shirt down and start walking toward my office. He follows.

  “What is it?” I ask once we get inside the room.

  “Some of the bidders at the event are trash talking you and the services we provide. It’s not a good look for us.”

  Shit. I anticipated that we’d see some blowback from losing her, but I didn’t expect it to be so fast. Nor to occur before I had the chance to either kill some people or bribe them into silence.

  “Who’s complaining?”

  Soo throws himself into the chair in front of my desk and bends over to cradle his head. It’s been a long night for both of us. “The buyer. He’s complaining about losing his prize and is promising to retrieve her himself.”

  The singular thought of another man touching or even attempting to touch her reignites the rage Celia’s body only just cooled.

  “I’d love to see him try.” I snicker. “He got his money back, so I don’t know what he is complaining about. Let’s wait for him to make his move. Then, at the very least, I’ll have a legitimate reason to kill him.”

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