The Devil's Desire: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Clara Capp

  “Of course. I’ll get to it right now.”

  “Perfect. I’ll show Stephanie to your old room, because you two will be staying there tonight.”

  Again, another order. I don’t want us to stay here tonight. But if Antonio wants us, we are.

  “Ok.”

  The look of disappointment in Stephanie’s eyes makes me want to vomit. I let her down. She finally sees me, The Devil. She’ll no longer look at me with adoration, or give me gentle kisses, or let me wrap my arms around her.

  There will only be fear.

  I don’t look back at her as I walk towards the cells. As I stomp down the stairs, my rage at the situation flares. Fuck Antonio for inviting us over and exposing me to Stephanie. I smash my foot on every stair and slam my fist into the wall as I descend into the basement. I’m so fucking pissed. Fortunately, I know just who I can take it out on.

  I grab the hacksaw and know I’m in for a good time.

  Stephanie

  So, this is why they call Shu ‘The Devil.’ I thought for sure the nickname was just overhyped, that stories are told about him because he’s super tall and looks scary a lot of the time. But the rumors are true.

  I feel like I’m going to throw up as I watch him walk out of the room. He knew I was begging him not to do it, and he did it anyways. How could he?

  “Shall I show you your room?” Antonio Sorrento puts his big hand on my shoulder, and I suddenly feel like a small sheep in a room full of wolves.

  “Yes.”

  I try not to tremble as I stand from my chair. I need to pretend Shu is going somewhere, anywhere, other than to torture someone. A hacksaw. How is he able to do that to another human being? I want to throw up just thinking about it.

  The two of us walk down the hallway, and I know I should be making conversation, but I can’t.

  “Try not to feel too bad about it,” Antonio says. “Shudevil is exceptionally good at what he does. Someone can say ‘The Devil’ in any gang, and everyone will know exactly who they’re talking about.”

  “He does this often?” I squeak.

  “It’s one of his main job duties.”

  Bile rises in my throat. I know Shu has killed people, but I figured it was like the day at the trolley station, where the guy wanted to hurt me. I assumed he would only kill for a good reason.

  “Oh.”

  He leads me to a door. “Do think about marrying him. I’m sure we’d be able to come to an agreement with your father.” I don’t respond, so he gives me a smile. “Buona note.”

  “Goodnight,” I whisper.

  Marrying Shu? I don’t even know if I can look at him after this. He told me he was a bad person, but he didn’t say this bad.

  Maybe I should have believed him. I’m so naïve. Always looking for the best in people, thinking that there is an inherent goodness in everyone. But maybe for some people, there isn’t.

  I fall onto his old bed. Shu’s room is dark and plain. The only decoration is a photo of younger him and Taime, and a painting.

  Shu. I curl my knees to my chest and cry. Why do I feel this way about him?

  I stay like that for an eternity while I wait for him to come back. After two hours, I decide he must not want to look at me.

  I strip from my cocktail dress, and angrily throw it into the corner. I wish I would have never come here.

  I’m standing in my thong and bra when the door slams open. Shu is in the doorway. He is no longer wearing his dinner jacket or tie and has rolled is button up sleeves to three quarters. There’s a red stain on the front of his shirt. Oh. The man’s blood has splattered on him.

  There’s an unhinged look on his face when he sees me, and he strides over. Against my better judgement, I don’t move away from him.

  “This.” He cups my face with both hands. “Is who I really am. I know you want to think of me as good, but I’m not, Steph. I’m horrible, and I’ve done unspeakable things to people. I will move heaven and earth for you, but I can’t hide me anymore.”

  He rests his forehead against mine, and I see true hurt on his face for the first time. Shu doesn’t derive pleasure from what he does. It’s something he must do as an underboss, and he’s accepted that.

  Shu is a good person. He’s a good person that has to do terrible things. He may be a devil, but I will be his angel, and can remind him of all the good in the world.

  “I don’t want you to hide who you are,” I whisper. “I will be here, always. You may do horrible things, but I will always be here to pull you towards the light.”

  I slowly unbutton his blood-stained shirt and toss it in same pile as my dress. My hands trail down his abdomen and slowly unbuckle his belt.

  “Let’s go to the bathroom,” I say softly.

  We walk into the bathroom, and I keep undressing him. He leans into me as I unhook his belt buckle and unzip him. With a gentle tug, his pants are at his ankles. My hands run across the bulge in his boxers before taking them off, too.

  Wow. It is big, even in proportion to his height. I try to push the thought out of my head, because right now isn’t about me.

  I stand back and look at Shu. Without taking my eyes off him, I slowly strip from my bra. I quietly step out of my panties and throw them in the corner of the bathroom.

  This isn’t how I pictured our first time seeing each other naked. But somehow, it feels so right.

  He’s at full attention, and I see the smoldering look in his eyes start. I don’t say anything as I turn on the shower and pull him in with me.

  I grab soap and start to wash the blood off. There’s a little on his face, but it’s mostly on his chest. As I slowly rub his chest, I can’t help but remember the day we met, when I washed his blood off him.

  He lets out a groan as my hand trails further down his abdomen. I try not to overthink it as I grab him and slowly start to stroke. He melts at my touch.

  “Steph,” he moans.

  I respond with a kiss. He wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, begging for more.

  His hands trail to my breasts, and my heart skips a beat in nervous excitement when he gently starts to massage them. I thought I’d be scared, but right now, I want him to touch more. I want his hands to explore every inch of my body.

  The ache is back. Oh. This must be what it feels like to be turned on.

  He’s pumping himself into my hands, and I can tell he desperately needs release. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I try my hardest to please him. I twirl my hands back and forth as they stroke his hardness, and I think it’s working based on the sounds he’s making.

  He shudders, and his head arcs back in a silent scream. I can’t help but gasp in surprise when come shoots over my chest. It’s warm and sticky, and shoots in bursts rather than all at once.

  I wonder what it would be like having Shu come in me.

  “I want every inch of you,” I give him a kiss. “Even the dark parts.”

  “There’s mostly dark,” he murmurs.

  “I don’t care.”

  Shu washes his come off my chest. I sigh in pleasure as he takes time to knead each breast, gently tweaking the tips of my nipples.

  The ache is there, and I want him to do something about it. I’ve never been touched down there, but right now the only thing in the world I want is for Shu to lightly run his fingers over my core.

  “I want to touch you,” he says.

  “Yes.”

  Shu turns off the shower. He grabs a towel and slowly dries me off, giving each inch attention. I let out a small gasp as he draws near the most sensitive area of my body.

  “Bed,” he growls in my ear.

  He picks me up with ease and carries me to the bed. Shu gently lays me down on the bed and hovers over me. He runs his fingers along my inner thighs and presses against them, silently telling me to open them.

  I want him, but I’m nervous. No guy has ever seen the intimate places on my body. What if Shu doesn’t like it? I can’t help but tremble, because
I’ll be upset if Shu is disappointed.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

  “No!” I respond. “I’m just…worried you don’t like it.”

  Shu laughs at me. “Steph, I fucking love it. You have the most beautiful slit I’ve ever seen.”

  “Well that, and…”

  “And what?”

  It’s too embarrassing to look him in the eye, so I cover my face with my hands. “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”

  “You don’t touch yourself?”

  “I’ve tried, but nothing ever happens.”

  There’s a pause. Shit, I knew he’d hate doing things to me. I bite my lip and don’t look at him.

  He crawls over me. I love how his huge body envelops me, and always makes me feel protected.

  Shu leans down and kisses me. “It’s about time you had one, then. I can’t wait to see you come for the first time.”

  The ache pulses stronger than ever. However Shu will make me come, I want him to do it now. This feeling has followed me since I first met him, and I want him to make me feel the explosions that are associated with it.

  He kisses down my neck and stops at my pulse. “I haven’t marked you in a while,” he murmurs.

  I shudder as Shu sucks at the delicate flesh of my neck. He needs to mark me as his, because I now know he owns every inch of me.

  He trails kisses down my collar bone and stops to place one on my sternum. My body catches fire as his tongue flits over my nipple, making the feeling in my lower abdomen stronger than I’ve ever felt before.

  More. More. I wrap my legs around him and start to grind my naked body into his. My nerve endings run over his bare length and I moan in need.

  “Don’t worry,” Shu murmurs. “I’ll be there soon.”

  He continues kissing down my body, stopping to play with my belly button, and finally his lips reach where I want them to be.

  “Oh!” I whimper as Shu’s soft lips graze my clit for the first time. A feeling I’ve never experienced before surges through my body as he lightly runs his tongue over the nub.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” he says.

  I take short breaths as Shu devours me. This is what my ache has wanted. It’s Shu. It has always been Shu.

  A foreign feeling swells in my lower abdomen. I start to squirm away from it, wanting to be like this with Shu forever.

  Shu notices my squirming. “You’re going to come, Steph. Don’t fight it. Just relax into me, ok?”

  “Ok,” I whimper.

  I listen to him. The feeling comes back, stronger than ever, and I allow myself to relax into his fingers that are pumping inside of me. Every flick of his tongue feels more intense and—oh.

  My body completely submits. The first wave of my climax puts me in a euphoria I’ve never experienced before. I wrap my fingers in Shu’s hair and scream his name like a wild animal.

  There’s a volcano erupting in my lower abdomen. The second wave hits, and it’s just as mind blowing as the first. My walls clench down on Shu’s fingers, and it feels amazing, but I have a sudden, primal need for his length to be there, shooting his seed in me.

  I’m quietly crying from pleasure as the waves fade away.

  “You come so beautifully,” Shu murmurs.

  He brings himself from between my legs to next to my body, which is currently unable to move from the euphoria I’ve just experienced.

  “What just happened?” I whisper.

  He laughs at me. “You came for the first time. Very hard, by the looks of it.”

  “It was…amazing. I’ve been missing out on that for this long?”

  “No.” He pins his body on mine. “You’ve been waiting for me.”

  He’s right. Shu is the only person who can make me feel this way, and I wouldn’t want to share the experience with anyone else.

  “Can we do it again?” I mumble.

  Shu cackles and runs his hand through my long hair. He takes the moment to grind into my thigh, showing his need for me has returned.

  “I’d fuck you right now,” he says. “But I don’t have condoms, and more important, I’d never do it in this wretched place.”

  “I’m ready,” I whisper. “I thought about you inside of me as I was coming.”

  “Did you, now?” he smirks at me. “I’d ask for detail, but I don’t want to tease myself.”

  He pulls me close and I enjoy the heat of our naked bodies together. I have been waiting for him. I can’t picture sharing myself with anyone else.

  My dad has tried multiple times to set me up with other businessmen’s sons, to no avail. It’s ironic I chose his illegal business partner to share myself with.

  I didn’t realize how incomplete my life was before him.

  Shu

  I’ve been so busy since that night. Stephanie has had to stay with Tony or Taime because I’ve been working so much. It’s been over a week, and I’ve barely been able to give her a kiss, which is frustrating now that I can see her naked. Now that we’ve been past kissing, all I can think about is going further.

  It’s two am when I finally get home. I stumble into the apartment, exhausted from work. Antonio has been making me do a bunch of shit, and it’s going to eat up the next week or two. I’m sick of not being able to spend time with Stephanie. I just want to spend a day with her in bed, sans clothes, and give her orgasm after orgasm.

  I say goodbye to Tony as I relieve him from his duties.

  Fuck. After what I did today, I need a drink before bed. I pour myself a glass of whiskey, trying to push the days events out of my mind. I down the liquid and enjoy the burning in the back of my throat.

  “Shu?” Stephanie walks out of her bedroom.

  “Hey, Steph. You shouldn’t be up this late.”

  She doesn’t say anything. The girl just wraps her arms around me and buries her face into my chest. She knows I’ve been having a rough week, and the things I’ve been doing that make the week that way.

  I kiss the top of her head. Fuck this past week. I want to be with Stephanie, not torturing people and overseeing drug shipments.

  “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she asks.

  “Yeah.”

  I carry her bridal style to the bed and lay her down. I strip from my clothes to my boxers and fall into bed next to her.

  As beautiful as she is, I’m too tired to do anything. Stephanie can sense it. She innocently snuggles our clothed bodies together and rests her forehead against mine.

  “Christmas is in two weeks,” she says.

  “Oh.”

  I completely forgot, because it’s not a holiday I celebrate. Most people who celebrate Christmas have family. I have Antonio, but he can hardly be considered family regarding those things.

  “Is your dad sending someone for you? Does he expect me to take you to the Bay Area?” I ask.

  “No. I told him I didn’t want to see him.”

  She pauses and bites her lip nervously. I take the moment to lean in and kiss her.

  “So…will you spend Christmas with me? If you have time. I know you’ve been busy,” she says.

  “Of course. I don’t really know how, though. I’ve never done Christmas.”

  “You’ve never celebrated Christmas?! We have to.” she stops. “Oh gosh, wait. Is it a religious thing? I don’t want to make you if—”

  I quiet her by kissing her. “No. I’ve just never celebrated. But I will for you.”

  “Ok.” She smiles at me in the dark. “I’m going to make your first Christmas great.”

  “As long as I’m with you, it will be.” The normal, embarrassed look creeps across her face and I laugh and kiss her.

  Eventually she falls asleep, and I hear her quietly breathing into my chest. The soft noises are just enough to lull me with her, and I sleep the soundest I have in months.

  * * *

  I get home and find another Amazon package at the door. Stephanie has gone hardcore with Christmas, and everything is decorated. My apartm
ent looks more like an elves workshop, and not a home.

  One day I found her and Taime lugging a Christmas tree through the door. I was pissed because they weren’t supposed to leave the house, but he said it was the only way to shut her up.

  The look on her face as we decorated it was worth it, though. She squealed in delight when I put the first ornament on and was so excited for my first time ‘trimming the tree.’ Whatever that means. I smile as I remember hoisting her up to put the star on top.

  Hang on. There’re now gifts underneath the tree.

  To: Shu

  From: Stephanie

  To: Shu

  From: Slippers

  There’re five of them addressed to me. Oh god. It’s two days until Christmas, and I haven’t bought Stephanie anything.

  “Wait, Tony,” I say. “Stay for a few more hours. And don’t tell Stephanie I was here.”

  She’s in the shower, so she shouldn’t have heard me walk in. I run out as quickly as I walked in.

  I curse to myself as I drive to the mall. This will be the first present I’ve bought in my life, and I don’t know that works, thanks to Antonio. Taime and I never celebrated Christmas or birthdays growing up in his household.

  I don’t even know what Stephanie wants for Christmas. As I stroll through the stores, I hope for something to stand out, but nothing does. I’m googling ‘best Christmas presents’ when this guy on a bench decides to talk to me.

  “Having trouble picking a gift?” he asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “Girlfriend?”

  “Yeah.”

  Wait, why did I say yes to that? I don’t do girlfriends. Stephanie is mine, but she’s not my girlfriend.

  “I’ve had to go through this for five years now. Does she have an animal? Girls love it when you get shit for them.”

  “Um, yeah,” I pause. “Any other tips?”

  “Lingerie is always good, Starbucks gift cards, cutesy decorations.”

  I put my phone away. “Thanks.”

  “Anytime, man.”

  I speed around the mall looking exactly for what he said. I find this stupid hat for Slippers that’s shaped like a candy wrapper, a small lingerie set that I can’t wait to see Stephanie in, and stationary that looks like pastel threw up on it. That dude had solid advice.