The Devil’s Plaything: A Dark Mafia Romance

by René, Dani

  “Javi,” Victor’s voice comes from behind me as he calls to his best friend. “I suggest you contact the hotel and let them know we’ll be staying at the house instead.” He settles on the chair beside me again, and Javier nods, leaving us alone as he moves into the back of the plane.

  “He hates me,” I tell Victor.

  “Not really hate,” he responds, “More like wariness. He doesn’t like seeing me hurt.”

  “And he thinks I’ll hurt you?” I laugh, the thought of it is ridiculous. I’m an eighteen-year-old girl falling in love with a violent criminal and they think I’m the dangerous one. Perhaps I’m insane, but I’m certainly not dangerous.

  Victor places a hand on my leg, his grip hard, and unyielding before he leans in to whisper his lips across my cheek. “He thinks you’ll break my heart.”

  “Do you have one?” I counter, causing him to chuckle in amusement.

  He shakes his head. “No, juguete,” he says. “I don’t have one. I locked it up a long time ago, and it doesn’t matter how magical your pussy is, it’s never going to be released into your hands.”

  “Do you always have to be so disgusting?” I bite out, pulling my leg away, but he only grips it harder and drags it over his. I’m open to him and he can now toy with me once more.

  “I thought you liked it when I was disgusting,” he taunts. “I thought you liked it when I did filthy things to you?” His fingers dance along my inner thigh, teasing a pathway up to my core. “And I know you get wet when I hold you down and take what I want.”

  “That’s… That… I’m…” My words falter when his index finger draws circles along my mound, toying with my clit through the thin material that covers me.

  “You’re?” he arches a brow at me in question, waiting for me to speak, but he knows I can’t find my words because, once again, he’s taking me to the edge, and I can’t focus on anything other than my orgasm. “I thought so.”

  A chuckle leaves his lips, and I curse myself for being so weak to his ministrations. He does things to my body that I can’t deny turn me needy for him. And I wonder if that’s how it’s always going to be, all he has to do is touch me and I fall into his arms.

  It makes no sense. I didn’t think I would feel anything for him, but I’m slowly lowering my walls with him. I’ve seen glimpses of a man—the gentle side beneath the cold exterior that he puts on for others.

  I thought he was pure evil, but there is another side to him. A broken, scared man who’s been hurt before. And I wonder if that’s why he hides behind the high walls he’s built. Perhaps he’s trying to keep himself safe.

  Am I breaking through? Am I the one person he’s finally letting in?

  I want to believe that my feelings for him are real and that he’s not going to throw me out when he’s done with me. And as much as I try to ignore how my heart aches for him to be near me, I can’t deny something inside me has changed, and it’s calling to him.

  26

  Victor

  The moment we land, one of my cars is waiting, and the driver helps us with our luggage. The tension between Javier and Sofía is thick and suffocating, and I know I need to diffuse the situation as soon as possible.

  I know he’s looking out for me, but I need him to trust me. I can handle the beauty, but I have a feeling it’s my feelings he’s concerned about. The drive to the house is silent, filled with excitement from beside me, where Sofía is perched on the edge of her seat, looking at the beach as we drive through the narrow streets.

  It’s hot, humid, and I’m already thinking of all the ways I can get her into the ocean and claim her with my dick. When I’m around her, nothing seems to make sense, especially my emotions. The need to make her mine, to mark her makes no sense to me.

  It’s been a very long time since I ever wanted to claim someone. To have her and keep her as mine. The last time I allowed those feelings in, I had to kill the whore for cheating on me. But Sofía is different, I can see it in her actions, hear it in her words. She’s nothing like Gaia, and that’s what I should fear. Sofía may be the woman who can bring me to my knees.

  The dangerous question remains—Will she kill me as I fall, or will she fall alongside me?

  My focus needs to be Guillermo, and the moment she finds out we’re here to see him, I know she’ll beg and plead to talk to the man who I know is like an uncle to her. Hector spilled the name when I spoke to him last, and that’s why I have a feeling there’s more to this story with Rodrigo than meets the eye.

  “Do you come here often?” Sofía asks with the innocence she possesses. The fire that’s normally present in her eyes is gone and it’s been replaced with awe.

  “Not as often as I’d like,” I tell her, then meet Javier’s gaze in the mirror. He was the one who suggested we come here. Did he know Guillermo was here all along? Or was this purely a coincidence? I’ve trusted him with my life, and if I find out he’s been working behind my back, he knows I’ll not think twice about ending him.

  He will answer to me.

  I’ll make him confess.

  “It’s so beautiful,” Sofía speaks, drawing my attention away from my best friend. “I’ve never been outside the city; never left the small suburb I grew up in. That’s why I wanted to study in New York. Just to be away from my home that’s brought so much heartbreak to me.”

  She darts her gaze toward me, her eyes wide with shock at her admission. I didn’t think she’d ever really and truly open up to me, but that was evidence that she’s held back. Of course she has; she’s fearful, and she has every right to be afraid of me.

  We pull into the driveway, taking the long path up to the house that sits on a hill overlooking the ocean. Just the way I like it. Being near the water makes me feel free, even though I’m not.

  I don’t respond to Sofía because I have no words to offer her. Exiting the vehicle, I round it and open her door before Javier can do it. I take her hand and lead her toward my holiday home. Even though I planned to stay at the hotel, the threat of anyone seeing me with Sofía was too great.

  I push open the door, allowing her to step inside. The open plan lower level is all glass and mirrors, with white Italian marble and black furnishings. I’ve kept it minimal to show off the space.

  “Victor,” Sofía gasps, spinning around to take in the view. From the entrance foyer, you can see into the living room, which has floor-to-ceiling windows and two patio doors that overlook the ocean in the distance.

  The sky is clear blue, along with the water. The azure waves lap at the white sandy beaches, and the area just outside the garden is overtaken mostly by an infinity swimming pool.

  “This is more than I ever expected,” Sofía tells me, a smile lighting her face, and her eyes sparkle with excitement. I never once wanted to please someone before, but for some reason, she’s making me want to see that smile more and more.

  “Well, I’m glad you approve, juguete,” I respond, moving through the house and into the kitchen, which sits to the left of the living room. Opening the fridge, I find a beer along with water, which I take out and hand to her. “Take your medication.”

  She stills for a moment before she says, “I wanted to thank you for buying the pills. My father tried, and even though he stole from you, I know you didn’t have to get them for me.”

  “No,” I say, shutting the fridge, “I didn’t have to, but what good would you do me if you were dead.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to pull them back. The stupid comment makes her cringe. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, but… I’m an asshole.”

  “Yes, you are.” She smiles as she swallows four pills and takes a big gulp of water. She sets the bottle down and glances over her shoulder at the swimming pool. I can see the need in her eyes.

  “Why don’t you go change, and we can sit at the pool for a while, before we need to head out.” I offer, knowing that I’m doing this more for me than for her. I am dying to see her in one of those tiny bikinis.


  * * *

  I’m sitting at the pool in my swim shorts when I hear bare feet padding toward me. I don’t turn, I don’t lift my sunglasses, but the moment Sofía steps out into the dying sunshine, my cock hardens without me needing to touch it.

  Her curves are encased in a white string bikini, which hugs her bubble butt, and her tits that are a little more than a handful. She’s an hourglass born to taunt me.

  “Does this look okay?” she asks me with a small smile on her pouty lips. Jesus, she may as well hold a gun to my head.

  “More than fucking okay,” I tell her honestly. “You’re not to wear that down at the beach.” I add on, knowing that when we head down to the party tonight, she’ll need to dress the part.

  “What? Why?” She looks genuinely shocked at my words. She folds her arms across her tits, which makes them push together, not helping my fucking hard on one bit.

  “Because I fucking said so, juguete,” I bite out, setting my drink on the table and pushing off the lounger. I stalk toward her, but she’s fast, leaping into the water before I have time to get to her. The ripples her dive causes make it look like her body is dancing in the luminous blue water.

  She reaches behind her neck and tugs at the strings, while keeping her eyes locked on mine. She’s taunting me, a fucking she-devil herself. I watch her movements without blinking as she bundles up the wet bikini top and throws it my way.

  I catch it without flinching and bring it up to my face. Even though it’s wet from the chlorine water, I can still smell her perfume on the fabric.

  “Are you really taunting me today, juguete?”

  She tips her head to the side, innocence painted on her beautiful face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, diablo,” she pouts. Her hands cup her tits, and she gently teases her hardening nipples between her fingers just like I want to.

  Without thinking, I jump into the pool to join her and wrap my arms around her, before she has time to wade her way through the water. Dragging her into the deep end, I pin her against the wall, keeping her caged against the cold concrete and my hard body.

  “Tell me again, little toy,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Tell me how you’re not teasing me.” I grip her hand, bringing it down into the depths, so she can feel my length. “This is what you do to me. This is how you make me want to break you.”

  “You can’t break me, Victor,” she says softly, before wrapping her fingers around me. The friction of her hand and the material of my shorts elicit a groan from deep within my gut. “But if you’d like to try,” she says on a smile, “then I suggest you do it now.”

  Without another thought, I rip at her bikini bottoms and tug them free, my hand finding her slick cunt, my fingers dipping in between her folds. Her head drops back against the tiles as her mouth falls open on a gasp.

  I continue fucking her with my fingers, deeper and faster than I ever have before. Her slickness coats my fingers as I crook them against the spot inside her that forces a cry of pleasure to tumble from her parted lips.

  I bring my hand up, both digits still wet from her arousal, and paint her mouth with the sweet, musky essence. And then I steal her breaths with my own and swallow her moans as I lick the flavor from her lips.

  One word escapes me as I breathe her in.

  One word is the truth as it falls free.

  And it’s that one word that will be my end.

  “Mine.”

  27

  Sofía

  After Victor claimed me with one word in the swimming pool an hour ago, he got out, leaving me breathless and needy. He didn’t fuck me. He didn’t do anything more than plant his lips on mine before turning away.

  I’m not sure what to do with the way he possessively gripped me, how he growled the word mine like there was no debate about it. I wanted nothing more than to follow him, but something told me not to.

  We both needed space, and I would give that to him. Twisting in front of the mirror, I take in my appearance. I’m wearing a short white chiffon dress that’s draped over my curves. Underneath, I’m wearing a red bikini that has much more material than the white one Victor ripped from my body earlier.

  I didn’t want to taunt him in front of other people tonight because I wouldn’t put it past him to fuck me in front of them. The door slides open behind me, and I turn to take Victor in. He’s dressed in a pair of black slacks and a black button up shirt. His dark hair is tousled, styled in a messy way that makes my fingers tingle.

  The corner of his mouth is tilted in a smirk as his dark gaze takes me in. From head to toe and back again. My stomach somersaults when his tongue darts out and licks his lips before he closes the distance between us in a few long strides.

  “I’m sorry about earlier.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, tipping my head back to regard him.

  “I don’t know,” he shakes his head as he watches me. Emotion dances in his eyes, something I can’t quite put my finger on. “Don’t ever make me jealous, juguete,” he warns me, his tone low and hard.

  “Why?” I challenge. I know I’m poking the bear right now, but I need to know what’s going on between us. His hand comes up, cupping my cheek gently, but his hold is fierce. Barely there restraint causes his jaw to tick. He wants to do something violent, and I find that I want him to take me—violently.

  “Because if I have to remind you who you belong to, you’ll be in a world of pain. No puedo ser amable cuando te anhelo con tanta violencia,” he tells me. His words—I can’t be gentle when I crave you so violently—turn my body hot. Electricity shoots through every vein in my body when his mouth claims mine for a searing kiss.

  His full lips mold to mine, his tongue tangles with my own, dancing erotically along the length, and I suck him into my mouth, my teeth grazing the flesh, which draws out a deep growl from him.

  Victor steps back, his eyes burning with desire. He shakes his head before ensuring there’s more space between us, and it’s only then do I see his hands fisted at his sides.

  “Do you want to kill me?” I ask what I’ve been wondering since I first laid eyes on him. “I know I’m the payment for my father’s indiscretions, but I feel as if something has changed.”

  “Don’t expect love from me, juguete. I may have feelings for you, but it will never be love.” His body is rigid. A bomb waiting to be detonated, and I wonder if it were to explode if we would all be pulled into the aftermath.

  “I never asked you to love me, I asked if you were going to kill me,” I bite out, frustration turning my mouth sassy. Victor’s gaze darkens even more, not the color, but the expression, turning him from a handsome man to a villain.

  The distance between us disappears when he nears me. I step back in shock at the way his mouth twists into a sneer. “Would you like me to kill you, juguete? Be careful what you wish for because I can make your dreams come true.”

  “I told you once, and I’ll certainly tell you again, I’m not afraid of death.” My voice is hard, testing the restraint he’s clearly holding onto, and for a second, I see him calm, but then my stupidity takes hold and I taunt him once more. “Nothing you do scares me anymore.”

  He grips my shoulders harshly, spinning me around, so my back is flush against his front. The mirror before us reflects a couple getting ready for a night out on the town, but it’s a lie. His hands land on my ass, then they lower to the hemline of my dress as he shoves it up over my hips.

  “Hold your fucking dress,” he grits through clenched teeth. I don’t argue, I obey. He smirks when I do, and then his hands are on my panties, shoving them down to my thighs, and he kicks my legs wide. “If you move, I’ll cut you open and watch you bleed while I stroke my dick. Am I understood?” he warns, but I know he won’t do that. Somehow, deep in my gut, I know he won’t.

  I nod.

  He shuffles his slacks. The tip of his cock slides between my thighs, against my pussy, and the motion makes me bite my lip to keep the whimper from falling from my m
outh. He jerks his hips, fucking himself against me.

  I watch in the mirror as he uses me like a fuck toy. That’s what I am to him, his juguete. And I’ll never be anything else. That’s what he’s trying to tell me with his actions. But when he lifts his dark eyes, there’s something else flickering in them. A candle of emotion that steals my breath.

  His expression is pained pleasure. His hands hold onto my hips, and I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises, which is exactly what he’s trying to do. He wants me to remember I’m his. His body locks, and I feel the stickiness of him coating my body.

  When he stills, he opens his eyes and meets mine in the mirror. “Pull your panties up, you’ll wear my cum on your cunt all night, and when we get back here tonight after the party, I’m going to take your ass.”

  I do as he says, as he puts himself back into his slacks. Once we’re both presentable, he pulls me alongside him as we make our way out to the car. I notice that Javier isn’t with us, but I don’t ask him about it.

  I’ve angered him enough for tonight. The wetness of him mingles with mine, and it’s almost as if I can smell his masculine scent on me. He wanted everyone to know I’m his, and he’s done so in the most erotic way I’ve ever experienced.

  The silence in the car hangs heavily between us. His tense muscles brush against mine as the car drives through the potholed streets. We pull up to the edge of the beach ten minutes later. Upon exiting the vehicle, Victor pulls me beside him, ensuring I’m almost hidden in the crook of his arm.

  The beach is full of people who are dancing, drinking, and talking. There are so many women, most of them stare at Victor as we pass by, but he doesn’t even offer them a glance. I don’t know if it’s because of me, or if he really has no interest in them.