Illicit Proposition: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  I dared to release one of my hands, rolling it along his arm and over his broad shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair. My thirst only grew, becoming insatiable. He seemed to sense my increasing desire, his hold on my face tightening. When he began to devour my mouth, his guttural sounds floating between us, I was lost in the power of the man as well as the moment. I couldn’t think clearly and there was no way I was letting go of him for fear of falling.

  As the intimate moment continued, he finally wrapped one arm around me, cupping and squeezing my bottom before pulling me all the way against him. As he ground his hips back and forth, his cock pushing into my stomach, I moaned into the kiss. For a few incredible moments, he couldn’t seem to get enough of my mouth, drinking in my essence, the tip of his tongue slicing back and forth across the back of my throat.

  I wrapped one leg around him, pulling him even closer until our bodies became one. There was no way to break the chemistry we shared, the longing that only seemed to increase with every passing hour. His growls became carnal, his actions even more brutal as he lifted me off the concrete. I was forced to slide my other leg around him, my pussy aching to have him thrust hard and deep inside.

  He refused to let me go as he started heading for the pool. I was thrown by his more romantic actions, the soft caresses in direct conflict to his rough kiss. I had no doubt the man was going to ravage me, pushing me into another wave of beautiful ecstasy.

  As he stepped into the water, slowly moving down the stairs, another rush of sensations blanketed me. There wasn’t an inch of my body not covered with goosebumps. Only when his legs were submerged in water did he break the kiss, yanking out the ponytail holder then fisting my hair. His breathing ragged, he kept our lips only centimeters apart.

  I pressed my hand against his chest, kneading his firm muscles. The man was built like no other I’d been with, and I longed to spend hours in bed exploring and satiating my needs. I knew that would never happen. He wasn’t a romantic. He was right. There would be no quiet nights walking on the beach holding hands or even quiet candlelight dinners with soft music in the background. Santiago wasn’t that kind of man.

  Still, the fantasy was delicious, but not nearly as much so as the man.

  He nipped my chin, issuing another husky growl then yanking on my hair, exposing my neck. I stared up at the moon and stars as he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other, still grinding his hips. The friction was enough to splash water over a portion of us, only adding to the chills shifting down my spine. I couldn’t catch my breath, colorful stars floating in front of my eyes.

  “So beautiful,” he breathed as he rolled his lips toward my ear, nipping my earlobe. “And I’m going to enjoy shoving my cock deep inside of you.”

  “Yes… I…” Every sound seemed muddled, my heart thudding rapidly. A part of me still wanted to push him away, to try to regain the lost portion of my mind. Even as I struggled with the thought, I could feel my resolve breaking down even more. He’d managed to free a side of me no man ever had. Maybe in some small way I felt safe in his arms, protected against whatever evils he was fighting.

  Santiago licked the shell of my ear as he turned in a full circle, teasing me as I’d done to him the night before. I managed to shift my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing shaft. The second I began to stroke his cock, he threw his head back and roared. The sound alone excited the hell out of me.

  I knew he wasn’t going to be gentle, his needs breaching every concept of rationality. I pumped up and down several times, squeezing his cockhead as his body shook. He lowered his head, gazing into my eyes.

  He lifted me by several inches, giving me a salacious smile. I shifted his cockhead between my swollen folds, taking several deep breaths. There was no reason for me to be nervous, but everything about this moment was different, as if he wasn’t just fucking me for more control.

  Even the way he slowly eased my down onto his cock, allowing my muscles to get used to expanding in order to accept his wide girth was caring. Gentle. There would be no way to figure him out, nor did I want to waste the time. But the moment he was fully seated inside of me, I tipped my head back and moaned. The feel of his shaft expanding, filling me so completely was breathtaking.

  “Yes. Yes.”

  “Mmm… You’re so tight,” he murmured as he nuzzled against my neck. When he raked his teeth up and down, another roaring set of shivers drifted into every muscle.

  I squeezed my fingers over his shoulders, pulling back as I took several deep breaths. Then I gave him a mischievous smile of my own as I bucked against him.

  “Bad girl.”

  “Uh-huh.” When I purred, blowing hot air across his face, he slid his fingers down the crack of my ass, shoving one inside my dark hole.

  “You’re going to need to learn you’re not in charge.”

  “You’re so horrible.”

  My comment forced a laugh from deep within him. He lifted me by several inches, bringing me down with enough force the wind was knocked out of me. Then he repeated the move with a series of rough and tumble growls.

  I raked my fingers down the width of his neck in response, nipping his lower lip and holding the tender tissue in my mouth.

  He pumped his finger in and out of my asshole as he pulled out, thrusting his cock back inside. Water splashed over our shoulders, the instant chill forcing me to jerk my head. “As I said, you will never be in control.”

  Every word tumbling out of his mouth was laced with a primal need, his breath skipping. As he began to fuck me in earnest, I was blown away from the jolt of electricity. We were both on fire, ready to be consumed by our combined lust. I was thrown into such eternal bliss that I was forced to close my eyes. Everything around me seemed to be shoved into a vacuum, the pleasure that incredible.

  As he pumped harder and faster, he added a second then third finger in my asshole, stretching them wide open.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” The man was going to force me into a massive orgasm. I clung to him, uncertain if my grip was tight enough, yet as my pussy continued to clamp and release, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I lost all control. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me to the point of madness.

  “Do you want to come for me, sweet Devon?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He slowed down until he was only pulsing inside. Shocked, I opened my eyes wide. “What did I say about respect?” His question was rhetorical, but I couldn’t help but shiver.

  “Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

  My answer seemed to satisfy him and as he resumed plunging deep inside, his eyes never left mine. He tilted his head, releasing low-slung growls and I knew what he was doing, forcing me to wait. To obey him.

  “You will wait until I give you permission.”

  Was he kidding me?

  I heard the whimpers pushing past my lips and was instantly mortified at the sound. As if I was whining. As if I was begging him. The smile curling on his lips indicated that’s what he believed as well. The bastard continued to drive into me, pushing the air out of my lungs.

  Gasping, I did everything I could to hold back, but I was losing the battle. “Please. Please allow me to come.”

  He dragged his tongue around my lips, taking at least ten seconds before answering. Ten freaking seconds. “Come for me, my beautiful woman.”

  There was no holding back, no way I could stop my body from responding to such intense desire. As I erupted, every synapse burst into flames.

  “Oh, God. Oh… Yes. Yes. Yes!”

  He whispered in my ear, the lilting Spanish the most scintillating aphrodisiac of all. A single orgasm shifted into a second, more powerful than the one before. Every breath I took was labored and within a few seconds, I pressed my head against his neck, enjoying the warmth as my body continued to spasm. He was so hard, continuing to throb inside of me. Everything about the moment was as close to nirvana as I’d ever been.

  “Mmm… You feel so
good,” he whispered as he released my hair, rubbing his fingers up and down my back.

  I was shocked as he returned to the stairs, taking them two at a time. He kept his hand under my bottom as he took long strides toward the door. It didn’t seem to matter we were soaking wet, water dripping everywhere. He had a purpose, one he refused to ignore. I was also surprised that he remained buried deep inside, keeping the heat and electricity.

  The man was as bold and brazen as any I’d ever met.

  As he threw open the door, I gripped his shoulders, trying to keep from whimpering. The fact he was walking through the house with both of us completely naked seemed taboo, a forbidden moment. But the dangerous hunk didn’t care who witnessed our carnal act. He wasn’t the kind of man to apologize for a single action he ever took.

  I could swear we were being watched, members of the staff likely mortified at what they were witnessing. The thought almost made me laugh.

  He headed toward the main stairs, peering down at me as he took the steps painstakingly slowly. I was shocked at the intensity of his gaze, his strong jaw clenched as he moved to the second floor. I had no idea what to expect or where he was taking me. For all I knew, there could be a dungeon setting somewhere in the house and he was prepared to lock me in a cage.

  A moment of fear trickled into my system. I tangled my fingers in his hair, swallowing several times. When he walked into the master bedroom, I pushed against his shoulders. He was going to put me to bed. Really?

  There were no words I could say, although another wave of anger rushed in.

  He flipped on a single light, allowing a soft glow to flow into the room. Every move he took was methodical, his eyes boring into mine.

  When he crawled onto the bed, using his upper body strength to continue holding me, I was no longer surprised at anything he did. He eased me down gently, nestling my head between the pillows.

  “I can never get enough of you,” he said gruffly then yanked one arm over my head then the other. “Keep your arms over your head or I’ll have no trouble punishing you.”

  I nibbled on my bottom lip as he lowered his head, breathing across my face then down to my neck. While I wanted nothing more than to be able to study his stunning body, he had other things in mind.

  Santiago slowly licked along my shoulder blade, growling the entire time. As he brushed his lips to my breast, I arched my back but managed to obey him. However, when he wrapped his lips around my nipple, I almost reached down, fighting with myself as the tickling sensations turned explosive.

  The man had no idea what he was doing to me. I was so aroused, my pussy clamping around his shaft. He didn’t seem fazed as he swirled his tongue around my hardened bud, taking his time to move to the other. The second he pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I couldn’t stop several whimpers from cascading from my mouth.

  “Oh…” I arched my back even more, the pain and pleasure mixing together until I was even crazier with desire.

  I had no idea how long he took tormenting me, moving back and forth from one breast to the other, leaving me sore and aching. When he finally pulled away, the look in his eyes was nothing more than a savage ready to finish his feast. He wrapped one of my legs around his hip then the other, rolling his fingers down the side of my thigh. I couldn’t stop tingling all over, another wave of spots and stars flashing across the periphery of my vision.

  As he planted his hands on either side of me, lifting the weight of his body until he was several inches above me, I bit back another cry. I wanted to touch him, to tangle my fingers in his hair. I craved having the brush of his skin searing my fingertips.

  But I obeyed.

  I’d never obeyed anyone in my life, barely followed whatever rules were required by my various jobs. I’d enjoyed being a rebel all my adult life and here I was, obeying him.

  As he thrust into me again forcefully, the sound of the headboard smacking against the wall made me smile. The time for him being gentle was over. I took several exaggerated deep breaths, the scent of testosterone mixing with his exotic cologne was almost overwhelming. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath as he pounded into me and within seconds, another climax caught me off guard.

  “Oh, God. I’m coming. I’m…” Unable to finish my words, I jerked my head off the pillow, my moans strangled. The powerful orgasm was like a beautiful tidal wave sweeping over me, scorching my skin. Everything around us seemed altered. There was no light, no sound, no scents. Just the two of us locked in this amazing moment.

  Santiago thrust harder and faster, growling the entire time. I could tell he was close to coming, his body shaking. Without thinking, I pressed my fingers against his arm. The moment I opened my eyes, I could tell I’d broken not just one but two rules. There was no turning back at this point. I would take whatever punishment he wanted to dole out, but this was far too delicious.

  He never blinked as he continued driving deep inside, but the second I squeezed my muscles, his beautiful green eyes opened wide. Within the next few seconds, he lifted his head toward the ceiling, letting out a keening cry as he filled me with his seed.

  “Yes!” His roar was primal.

  I kept my legs wrapped around his waist, entwining my feet together. When he finally glanced down, a single beard of sweat dripped off his forehead, cascading ever so slowly onto my cheek. A wry smile crossed his face as he peered down at me, pulling one of my legs up further then issuing a series of wet kisses against my skin. “So delicious. So disobedient.”

  I wasn’t certain what to say or even if I should try to get out of my predicament.

  “I can’t let your infractions go without punishment.” Why was there a twinkle in his eyes after stating the words? He kissed my forehead before getting off the bed, wasting no time before he flipped me over onto my stomach.

  “No. No! What are you doing?”

  “Giving you a spanking before bed.”

  “That’s not fair,” I insisted.

  “Oh, it’s very fair. You knew the rules. You broke them.”

  I could see what he was doing, but I could tell he’d gone into the bathroom. What horrible implement was he going to retrieve? When I heard the sound of his return, I stretched to try to find out. I didn’t have the chance.

  The first hard crack was against his own hand, but I could tell by the thudding noise that there was wood involved.

  “A bath brush. This will do nicely,” he stated with just as much sex appeal as before. There was even a different sound than his usual dominating force.

  The man was enjoying the hell out of this.

  He didn’t waste any time, delivering the second and third smacks against my bottom, moving from one side to the other. The pain was instantaneous, shooting down the backs of my legs.

  “Oh. That. Hurts.” I could no longer recognize my voice.

  “Because it’s supposed to.” He brought the horrible implement down several times in rapid succession, concentrating on hitting me on my sit spot.

  I yanked one of the pillows, burying my face in the soft comfort. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this to happen. After kicking out my legs, a muffled moan managing to find the light of day, he pressed his hand against the small of my back.

  “This is just a slight reminder that all rules are meant to be followed. However, if you don’t maintain your position, I’ll start all over again.”

  Fuck him.

  The words almost tumbled out of my mouth. It took everything inside of me not to jerk around and punch him as he continued the spanking with one after another in a crazy rhythm. The man knew exactly how to push me to the edge. I loathed the fact I continued to be hot and wet all over, as if I required pain to accept extreme pleasure. That was nuts.

  I’d lost count of how many brutal smacks he’d given me, but after carefully placing the bath brush on the nightstand, he eased strands of wet hair from my face. “I think I’ll leave it there as a reminder. Now you need a good night’s sleep.”

&nbs
p; He pulled the covers over me, smoothing my hair then walking away.

  What just happened?

  I rose onto my elbows, watching as he headed for the door, turning out the light.

  Then he simply walked away.

  The man had spoken about conquering me. In my mind he’d already done that and much more.

  He was also breaking down the walls of my heart.

  Damn him.

  Chapter 10

  Santiago

  Instinct.

  My father had attempted early on to keep me from learning about his ruthless methods of operation. However, after being threatened while taking me to an event at school, he’d been forced to sit me down, opening up about the kind of man he’d become.

  As well as the enemies he’d forged along the way. He’d managed to strip competing companies of their assets, what little remained pushing several families into bankruptcy. That had been early on. Later, he’d delved into more lucrative markets, including hiding illegal drugs in the shipments of olive oil and wine headed for the United States. In doing so, he’d accepted an entirely new path, as well as a new set of enemies.

  My father had taken a bullet in the shoulder, the assassination’s attempt the most brazen he’d experienced, or so he’d told me later that night. He’d explained about the danger the entire family was in, the need to keep up our guards. Instinct. He’d told me in no uncertain terms that every time he ignored a gut feeling, the mistake was costly.

  That’s why I hadn’t understood why he’d agreed to attend the poker game that night. He’d told me in no uncertain terms that Perez was not to be trusted under any circumstance. The series of events after that had seemed inevitable, his murder almost predictable. Samuel had guessed that his best friend, my father, had actually committed suicide, only allowing his most powerful enemy to pull the trigger.

  Hissing, I shoved the memory aside as I walked down the stairs. My gut was churning overtime like my father’s had been all those years before.