Devious: A Dark Mafia Arranged Romance (A Villain Collection Book 1)

by J. M Stoneback

  “I don’t mind doing business with you but keep your eyes off my wife or I’ll rip out your eyeballs and make you eat them.”

  “Don’t forget you’re on my territory,” he warns, unbuttoning his navy dress shirt. “Take your seat. We’re going to get started on the meeting.”

  I don’t know much about Caesar, only what I heard in the streets. He’s a billionaire and he conducts sex trafficking from all over the world. Any type of want you want, he has them.

  I sit Roselyn on my lap, whispering in her ear. “You be obedient, and I’ll reward you.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her tone is restrained, but I don’t care. She better behave or I’ll spank her little ass.

  “I have a few working girls for you, they are from Russian and England.” He shuffles a deck of cards in his hand. “You up for a poker game?”

  Roselyn’s body is stiff as a board and I wrap my hand around her waist.

  “Gambling is not my thing. Bring out the merchandise,” I tell him. I run a few illegal brothels and strip clubs on my territories and I’m very short on women. My clients are growing impatient with the lack of whores. Creaser beckons the women, and they all stand in line. Some of them have bruises on them. I get up from the seat and tell Roselyn to sit in the chair. As I step to the women, fear is sewn into their faces. They are all ranging from eighteen to twenty-one. I don’t get girls younger than eighteen because I don’t do business with pedophiles.

  “Would you like to sample each of the products? We have a few empty roomies,” Creaser asks.

  “No. I don’t sleep around on my wife.”

  It’s my problem when it comes to women, I’m loyal to them. I hope I’m not making the same mistake with Roselyn, because despite my love for Shelby, she still cheated on me.

  Glancing at Roselyn, her mouth damn near hit the ground and her eyes widened.

  “Piety.” Caesar says. “I tried all of them, they are good women.”

  “How much are they for?”

  “Fifteen million.”

  “Deal.” We shake hands. “My twin brother will be here to drop off the money and pick up the girls.” I grip Roselyn’s arm, ushering her outside.

  “You sir, are a pig. Those women are not cattle,” she snaps, folding her arms across her breast.

  “Roselyn, this is what I do. You think I’m the only man in my mafia who buys women. Lex bought your mother.”

  “How dare you?” We reach the end of the stairs and her eyes shoot daggers at me. “I know and he also raped her and beat her. So, you’re no different from my Papa.”

  “I’m different from Lex.”

  “How? You forced me to suck your dick and you beat me with the belt, then you shoved me in the fucking cell. You should have killed me and put me out of my misery.”

  “You tried to kill me. You’re lucky it was your only punishment.” I yank her by the arm, and she doesn’t back down.

  “You were going to rape me, what was I supposed to do?” She snatches away from my grip.

  “Lie there like an obedient wife and let me fuck you how I want. You keep trying to defy me and I’ll break you until no return so if I was you, I’d learn to shut the fuck up.”

  She bites her lip, itching to say something. She needs to be broken. I’m tired of sparing her, because I want her to behave. I was going to fuck her after we left here, but I’m horny now and her fucking attitude is getting on my last nerves. We walk down a hallway and the lights are bright red, I search for a room and her small legs have a hard time keeping up with my pace. I’m already on edge and haven’t had pussy since the day I took her from Lex. Finally, I found a bedroom and I flicker on the dim light. A king size bed sits in the middle of the room, with a champagne bottle sitting on the table and a flat screen on the wall to watch porn. Roselyn sits on the edge of the bed. “My mother wasn’t a whore,” she snaps.

  “Never said she was. Lex bought her from Draco. She started out as his sex slave, then he married her. ”

  She folds her arms, pushing up her bra.

  “Your father sheltered you from a lot of shit he does.” I stand in front of her and my dick is hard but having her suck it isn’t enough. “When I decided to marry you, I was going to be good to you and you were going to live lavishly, but you took all it from yourself when you tried to kill me. I decided what I’m going to do with you.” Her eyes widened at my words. “You’re going to live as my pet.”

  “What do you mean?” Her voice trembles and I shove my fingers into my pants.

  “You’re going to be used only for sex and if you refused me any sexual favor, I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand?”

  “Yes sir.” Her eyes wet with tears. Good. I’m going to stain her beautiful face with more tears.

  “Remove the robe,” I order.

  With trembling hands, she unties the string, wiggling the robe off her shoulders, tossing it on the bed. Her body breaks out in goosebumps like a rash and her nipples are hard and pointy against the lacy bra.

  “Lie down and spread your legs.”

  Her head hits the silk pillow and I stare at the opening of her panties, exposing her glistening pussy. Fuck, I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already wet for me.

  Her pussy looks so good, I want jizz in my pants. Her eyes focused on the ceiling fan.

  Fear dances on her face and she is breathing fast as if she ran a marathon. I tear the dark fishnet stockings then her dark panties and they fall to the carpet. I remove my pants, climb onto her and her pulse thumps in her neck hard. As I rub the tip of my dick over her clit in circles, she moans loudly. My dick tingles as I continue to rub the head on her clit. She grabs my shoulders, digging her nail into my flesh. Precum spurts on her clit, but I keep rubbing, enjoying hearing her soft moans.

  “D-D-evious. I’m about to cum.”

  “Then let go, Roselyn.”

  As she screams my name, her cheeks flush. Leaning down, my lips are close to her lips.

  “This is what happens when you are a good girl for me. I’ll give you multiple orgasms. I can make you feel good. Doesn’t my pet like to feel good?”

  She nods so hard I think her head is going to roll off her shoulders.

  “Yes, sir. Please make me feel good.”

  I flip her on her stomach, placing her arms behind her back as I slide my finger inside her pink pussy and her juices coat my finger. Warm and tight, how I like her.

  “Taste yourself. Suck my fingers clean.” I shove my fingers into her mouth, and she sucks on my fingers hard. My dick grows harder, stiff as a board.

  As I slide my dick inside of her, she whimpers and sighs. Her pussy tightens around my cock and her juices slide down my balls. I close my eyes and she feels like heaven.

  I thrust inside of her as she screams my name. She moves her knees, trying to run from me, but I continue to pound into her despite her protest. The more she moves, the more her wet pussy contracts and the harder I fuck her. I reach around and rub my fingers on her clit, then she pushes her pussy up on my dick as if she wants more. Several moments later, she comes, squeezing the life out of my dick. Then I chase my own orgasm and the tip tingles, and I shoot my load in her pussy.

  I let her go and she collapsed on the bed. Light blood coats my dick, smearing across her pussy lips.

  Tears wet her eyes and they fall. For once in my entire existence, I feel like shit. This is my wife for fuck sakes, and I forced myself on her. I should get a thrill on hurting her, but I don’t. I’ve never forced a woman to have sex with me.

  But I don’t apologize, and I don’t soothe her. She’s my enemy, she has to deal with the consequences of her actions.

  “I’m ready to go, sir.”

  I nod, this time I don’t give her hell for trying to take charge. As we make it through the sea of people, a guy grabs at Roselyn and he smacks her ass and she yelps.

  “You don’t fucking touch my wife,” I say, sliding brass knuckles on my hand, from my pockets.

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nbsp; “What the fuck you are going to do about it?” He pushes my shoulders and I stumble back. He’s the same height as me and I’m six foot five. He’s twice my size and I know I can take him. Big men like him move slow as hell.

  He winks at her and Roselyn blushes, hiding behind me. My brass knuckles connect with his face. He staggers back as I continue to punch him. The bone shatters in his jaw and his face coats with blood.

  Roselyn screams at the top of her lungs. “Stop, Devious!! Please, Stop! You’re going to kill him!”

  “That’s the whole idea,” I say, and she digs her nails into my forearm. Security stroll in our direction.

  “Is everything alright, Mr. Cayden?” One of them asks.

  “Yes. This low life touched my wife.”

  “We’ll handle him, sir.” They each grab the guy by the arm and drag him in a different direction.

  Once we’re in the car, Roselyn straps her seatbelt on her tiny body. “You didn’t have to beat the guy up.”

  “He disrespected you and touched my property.”

  She leans on the back of the seat, looking out the window.

  “You can stop referring to me as your property. I’m a human being. I have feelings,” she exhales. Fuck, this woman doesn’t don’t know how to shut up and obey.

  I chuckle. “You don’t take me seriously when I say you’re mine.”

  I place my hands on her thigh squeezing tight and she whimpers.

  “Devious, p-please don’t hurt me,” she stammers.

  “Behave and I won’t have to.” I rest my hand back on the steering wheel.

  “I want you to treat me with respect.”

  “Respect is earned and not giving, Nymph. Learn that, and your life will be better.”

  Roselyn

  AS A REWARD FOR MY behavior at the club, Devious takes me to the beach. My bare pussy hurts as it rubs against the thick cloth of my pink bikini. After Devious took my virginity, I was upset with him. The shame and guilt eats at me for enjoying my enemy’s cock, for bowing down to him, for giving in to my flesh. I know it’s not my fault. Once again, Devious took another piece of me. He can have my body, but he’ll never take my soul. Maybe, if he uses me as his whore then I’ll get him to trust me so I can escape him. After he bathed me last night, he took me back to my cell, but I expected it. Devious isn’t the type to be swayed by sex.

  The driver parks the car in the tiny parking lot and Devious grabs a colorful beach towel and a small cooler.

  I stare at the calm sea. The moon is bright and gigantic, reflecting off the black water. It feels as if we’re in some sort of globe. I’ve never been to the beach and it’s nothing like I’ve imagined. Growing up my parents weren’t big on famiglia outings. Most of my life, my parents kept me locked up in the penthouse.

  Soft, golden, sand dusts the inside of my pink flip flops as we stroll near the water.

  When he finds a spot, he wants to sit, Devious sets our towel down on the soft ground, and we sit on the towel. He places the cooler next to him, grabs a beer bottle, pops the cap.

  “Why are we here at night?” I glance at him, and the moonlight outlines his sharp jaw. Nervousness eats up every cell in my body. I trail my fingers around the diamond on my collar. I need to get inside of his head. Most men are driven by their dick, but not Devious. He thinks with his head. If I can get inside of his head and earn his trust, then he’ll let me have freedom. Freedom is something crave, and I can taste it on my lips.

  He takes a sip of his beer before answering, “It’s away from people. I hate people.”

  “Why?”

  “They destroy everything around them. The land. The air. Other people. We’re the selfish creatures on the planet.” Devious twitches his elegant mouth as he peels the label off his bottle, and I grab the hair tie wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hair into a high ponytail.

  He does have a point. I’m not the type of person to care about the environment, but I also don’t go out my way to destroy it.

  “So, you’re an environmentalist.”

  He nods. “I’m big on saving the environment. We live here. Might as well take care of it. Every month, I pick up trash from parks in the city, and I donate money to help clean oceans.”

  A thick silence surrounds us for a few minutes.

  “Do you believe in life after death?” His words catch me off guard. He taps his fingers on his chin, turning his head sideways.

  I half shrug. “Yes, I do. I believe you wait for your loved one after death so you can be reunited. What about you?” I pour a fist full of golden sand and try to catch it in my other hand.

  “I believe…” He pauses for a few seconds, grabs a strand of my hair, curling it around his finger. I breathe in a lung full of air before I exhale. “There isn’t life after death. People tell themselves bullshit in order to ease the pain of losing a loved one. To hope their loved ones are in a better place.”

  I watch the waves roll on the shore then drag my view back to Devious. The moonlight shines in his azure eyes, making them seem brighter. I’ve never seen this side of him. A calm and collective person. A few strands of my thick hair stick to the temple of my head.

  I thought about life after death after Mama died. If I could give everything to see her, I would.

  “Do you believe in love? Do you believe people can love unconditionally?” My heart beats fast and hard. Maybe, I can manipulate him into thinking I give a shit about what he thinks and want.

  I need him to develop feelings for me, because Mama told me people are weak when they are in love and they are blind to a lot of their lover’s bullshit.

  He removes his finger from my hair, and his facial expression is stoic. “I did a long time ago.” His eyes bore into mine. “Humans are too flawed to understand the concept of unconditional love.”

  “Meaning?”

  He exhales before responding. “Loving someone unconditionally is giving them a piece of your soul. It’s a selfless act. It’s saying no matter how much a person is going to hurt you, you’ll love them.” He pauses for a few seconds. “Forgiveness is the final form of love.”

  He uses his knuckles to stroke my cheek and every cell in my body awakens. Goosebumps arise on my flesh as the wind massages my skin. I hate my body responding to him. One minute, he’s punishing me for killing him and the next, he’s acting gentle. “Do you think you could ever forgive me for what I’ve done to you?”

  I swallow thickly before answering. “I don’t know, Devious. Could you ever forgive me for trying to kill you?”

  “No.” His eyes burn into mine. His no means so much more than no. It also means he will never love me unconditionally. It means I don’t have a chance of earning his trust. At least he’s loyal.

  His Adam’s apple bobs as he downs the rest of his beer, and he tosses the bottle into the cooler, then grabs another one, popping the top off. We are quiet for a moment until he says, “I tried to date after Shelby, but it never worked out.”

  I want to know about Shelby. The woman he fell in love with, who stole his heart like a thief in the night. Why can’t he let go of her? According to Marla, she’s been dead for two years now.

  “The last woman I dated stole seven hundred thousand dollars from me,” he exhales. “I cut out her tongue and her hands, then slit her throat. Her body is rotting at the bottom of the ocean.” His tone is emotionless, and he takes slow sips from his beer.

  Yet, when Papa stole money from him, he spared his life. He could have killed him and me, left us to die. Why did he spare us?

  Fear warps around me like a cocoon and my whole-body trembles.

  “I’ve never been to a beach.” The salty air melts the hairs in my nostrils. “My parents never took me on trips. They kept me sheltered from the world, especially Papa. I was homeschooled up until high school. So, I learned my lifestyle wasn’t safe. I found out Papa was the underboss for you on my sixteen birthday. As a kid, television was my escape from hearing Papa and Mama. When I was older, M
ama told me about how I was a product of rape.”

  Bile burns at the end of my throat and pain throbs in my chest.

  “Papa raped her numerous times. Sometimes she would look at me with anger but most of the time she would look at me with love. I think Mama was confused, she wanted to hate me, but couldn’t.”

  I’ve been locked in the damn cell so long, alone, that I’m spilling all my tea to him. He doesn’t respond or react, but only listens. His ears perk up as he twitches his mouth.

  Feeling a bit awkward, I stand up from the towel. “Can I take a dip into the water?”

  “Yea but stay in view.”

  “Okay.” I slide my flips flops from my feet and set them next to him then I remove the collar from my neck, setting it next to him.

  I stroll to the shore wanting to put some distance in between us.

  I stick my big toe into the icy water, closing my eyes, inhaling the air into my lungs, wanting to remember this moment forever. It’s a fucked-up situation I’m in, but at least I got to do something I always wanted to do. Go to the beach, inhale the air, listen to the sounds of the waves rolling on the shore.

  I sink my head below the cool water, as the sea gobbles me. As I sit on the squishy sand, my eyes burn from the saltwater. I wish I could live here forever. Devious grabs me by the arm, yanking me from the water.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” He grabs me by the throat, squeezing my throat. My brittle nails scratching his hand, getting blood underneath them. “What kind of game are you trying to play with me?”

  I shake my head and my teeth chatters from the chilly air. “I’m not. I get you’re suspicious. But I’m trying to be a good wife and get into good graces with you. ” I lie, partly. He stares into my eyes as he lets me go. Coughing, I fall back into the water, rubbing my neck.

  “You have to earn it, Roselyn. I don’t believe you.”

  “I know, but I promise I’m trying to be good for you.” My tone is soft and low.

  He yanks me by the ponytail, then he presses his lips against mine. The kiss makes me lose all my common sense. Pulling away, his eyes look torn as if he doesn’t know if he believes me. “Just because I want you doesn’t mean I won’t kill you. You betray me again, I’ll slit your throat, faster than you can blink.”