Devious: A Dark Mafia Romance (Deviant Series Book 1)

by Angela Snyder

  My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans as I feast on Victoria. And when I slip a thick finger inside of her, I groan out loud. So damn warm and tight. Fuck, I can't wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.

  I torture her clit with rhythmic circles, bringing her to the edge and then stopping right before she can reach it.

  “Damon!” she gasps hoarsely.

  Closing my eyes, I secretly wish she was crying out a different name. The name of the boy she grew up with. The name of the boy she used to care for, even love.

  But for now, I’ll settle for the name I wasn’t given but that was chosen.

  I add another finger inside of her and curl them to stroke her inner walls while lapping at her little, sensitive nub with my tongue. As I finger fuck her, her juices slide down my hand as the wet walls of her pussy tighten around me, making me moan at the sensation.

  I fucking need to be inside of her. It's a need I've never felt before, like I might explode if I don't feel her wrapped around my hard cock soon.

  My mouth closes over the little nub of nerve endings, and Victoria shatters around my mouth, gasping my name. And, fuck, my name sounds so hot coming from her sexy, little mouth. It makes my dick hard as stone.

  Her fingers find my hair and grip hard, holding me against her. And the look on her face is painfully beautiful to watch as wave after wave of pleasure shudders through her entire body.

  She thinks I’m done with her, but she has no idea. I lap at her wetness, and she jolts under me, her clit too sensitive for this.

  “Damon, please, no, I can’t,” she says, stringing the words together in a hushed plea.

  “Come for me again, Victoria,” I demand.

  Shaking her head back and forth against her pillow, she cries out, “I can’t!”

  “You can, and you will,” I command her while scissoring my fingers inside of her wet channel. My tongue makes contact with her clit, and her hips lift up off the bed as she groans loudly.

  My name flies out of her mouth like a curse as she shatters against my mouth for the second time. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her sweet honey. And if I wasn’t selfish, if my cock wasn’t threatening to burst out of my jeans, I would make her come on my mouth all night long.

  But if I don’t get inside of her soon, I might just go fucking bat-shit crazy.

  When the gripping spasms of her cunt cease around my fingers and she finally goes limp on the bed, I stand up and slip out of my jeans and boxers. I’m so turned on my rock-hard cock is practically weeping for her with beads of pre-cum sliding down the tip.

  I reach for the condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Tearing open the gold wrapper with my teeth, I climb back onto the bed, kneeling between her spread, quivering legs.

  My hand strokes my length once, twice, three times before I notching my cock at her entrance. I slowly drag the head along her wet, swollen seam, teasing her.

  Coming to her senses, Victoria’s hands grasp my biceps as I hover over her. She looks like she wants to tell me to slow down or maybe stop altogether, but I don’t give her the chance to back out now. My cock slides into her slick channel inch by inch, and I close my eyes at the incredible feeling.

  But when I feel resistance, my eyes snap open to meet hers. She’s a…virgin?

  “Damon,” she gasps. “I…”

  “You should have told me,” I growl out, and she visibly flinches at my words. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I mentally prepare myself to leave, to walk away from her…maybe from all of this. I had no idea she was saving herself for someone. Definitely not someone like me, the goddamn devil himself.

  I had an idea of Victoria conjured up in my mind — a vicious, spoiled, cruel-hearted woman with disregard for everyone and everything in this world — and she keeps blowing the image I had of her out of the water at every turn.

  Victoria’s soft palm touches my cheek, bringing me back to her. I gaze into her midnight blue eyes as she tells me, “I want you to be my first.”

  “Fuck. Victoria,” I grit out. My first thought is can I even go through with this? I wanted to hate-fuck her, punish her for her father’s sins. But now…I couldn’t possibly do that to her. My anger has dissipated, and in its place is the adoration Arlo once had for her. I dreamed of making Victoria happy at one time, creating a life for us and marrying her someday.

  A rough growl escapes my lips as I slide out of her and back in. I want to warn her that it’ll hurt. I want to tell her that it’ll be okay.

  But the words escape me.

  Instead, my mouth crashes down to hers, and I pour my dark heart and soul into that kiss, my first kiss, a kiss that demands her surrender. My tongue pushes past her lips and commands control of her mouth. Thrusting my hips forward, I tear through her virginity as she cries out around my tongue. I swallow her moans as I feed her every inch of my thick cock.

  Once I’m fully seated inside of her, I release her mouth from my possessive kiss and stare into her blue-violet eyes. Fuck, she looks like an angel beneath me with her dark hair spread out across her pillow like a dark halo. It’s like she’s too beautiful to be real right now. An otherworldly, mythical being.

  My lips are still tingling as I slowly rock in and out of her, giving her time to adjust to me. I’ve never kissed anyone before. To me, kissing always seemed too personal, and it’s not like I was planning on sticking around longer than the time it took to get my dick wet.

  Victoria and I both shared a first tonight, but I won’t be confessing mine anytime soon. Too many questions would be asked with answers I couldn’t ever possibly give her.

  Leaning back on my knees, I grip Victoria’s thighs and slowly pull my cock almost completely out of her before thrusting forward once more. I love watching her tight pussy swallow my cock where we’re joined in the most primal way, relishing in the erotic sight of it. I repeat the gesture again and again until Victoria’s crying out nonsensical curses laced with my name.

  “Come for me,” I demand of her. And as if I am the master of her body, I can feel her tight channel gripping my cock as she reaches her third orgasm of the night.

  Wetness floods over my cock, and I growl at the feeling. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I hiss through gritted teeth, thrusting my hips against hers as she rides out her orgasm.

  I fuck her harder, forcing her to take every inch of me until there’s nothing left to take. Time has no place here as we fuck each other into oblivion. I completely lose myself in her as liquid pleasure floods through my veins.

  My release builds slowly at the base of my spine, tightening my balls. And when I can’t hold back any longer, I fucking let it go, erupting inside of her with a loud roar.

  My forearms tremble as I experience the most powerful orgasm in my life.

  And just when I think I can’t handle any more pleasure, Victoria’s hands wrap around the back of my neck, bringing my face down to hers until our lips meet. I allow her to kiss me this time. And her kiss is so intense and so fueled with desire that it seems to resuscitate my dead soul.

  Her soft lips feel so damn good against mine as I come down from my high. It’s like she was made for me in every way possible.

  Pulling back, my breaths come out in desperate pants against her beestung lips. And I stare into her eyes for a moment longer than I should before gently pulling out of her.

  Collapsing onto the bed beside her, I curve an arm around her back and pull her into my arms as we both attempt to catch our breath.

  That was amazing. No, more than amazing. That was fucking incredible. Something I never experienced with another woman before. I’ve never been able to take it slow before. But everything is different with Victoria. Everything.

  My fingertips dance over her arm as I hold her tightly, afraid to let her go, afraid to leave this moment.

  Sex has never been like that for me before, and it’s baffling and alarming all at the same time. But deep down I know I can’t afford to grow attached to Victoria. She is simply a mea
ns to an end. An end that involves getting my revenge against her father and walking away from her forever.

  The darkness in my black soul creeps back in, taking control of me as I give her a chaste kiss on her forehead before slipping out of her arms and off the bed.

  I need space. I need distance before I do or say something I can’t take back.

  Reaching for my jeans on the floor, I pull them on without even bothering to take the condom off first. It’s probably for the best if I’m not leaving DNA evidence lying around just in case.

  “You…you’re leaving?” I hear Victoria ask behind me. I can hear the confusion and trepidation lacing her tone, but I don’t have time to explain why I can’t stay. If I stay here and hold her tonight, it would be going against everything I’ve been working so hard for. Besides, I’ve never let anyone sleep in my bed or vice versa, and I’m definitely not starting now.

  So, I simply give her the tired excuse of, “I have to get up early for a meeting with a client.”

  “Oh,” she whispers so faintly I almost don’t catch it.

  After I finish getting dressed, I turn towards her to see she has pulled a sheet up to cover her nudeness. She no doubt feels used right now, but I’m not the type to sit around and comfort someone. In fact, I wouldn’t even know where to start.

  Her eyes are turned down as she picks at an imaginary thread in the comforter. Putting my hand under her chin, I lift her gaze to meet mine. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell her before placing a kiss on her forehead.

  “Okay,” she whispers with a nod.

  And then I’m out the door before I do anything else I’ll regret.

  CHAPTER 15

  VICTORIA

  THE NEXT MORNING I go for a run in Central Park. My mind is so clouded with thoughts of Damon, what happened last night between us and the reasons surrounding why he left so abruptly afterwards that I run harder and faster than I ever have before.

  By the time I make it to the coffee shop, I’m a panting, trembling, sweaty mess. When Sophie sees me, she frowns and says, “I’m glad I baked extra cookies this morning. Looks like we’re gonna need ‘em.”

  After grabbing our usual drinks and an entire plate of cookies, Sophie joins me at the table before I spill the beans about what happened last night.

  “So, he just left right after?” Sophie asks with confusion lacing her features.

  “Mm-hm,” I mumble, too embarrassed to even say the word out loud.

  “What an asshole. I mean, I’ve heard of guys doing that before,” she says with a small shrug. “And he said he had an early meeting?”

  I nod again.

  Rolling her eyes, she says, “Probably a lie. I mean, it’s a typical guy excuse. If I had a dollar for every time a guy used that line on me…” Then, she frowns as she picks at the corner of her napkin. “I dunno, Vi. Something definitely feels off with this dude.”

  I breathe out a sigh of relief at the fact that I’m not the only one who feels that way about this whole situation. I thought maybe I was overreacting. I mean, it’s not like I have any dating experience to compare this to. Damon has been throwing me so many mixed signals that I can’t make heads or tails of it all.

  Sophie has lived a normal life with normal relationships, so I trust she can help me out with these things. And if she’s getting a bad vibe, then maybe I should take a step back and reevaluate what’s happening between Damon and me.

  “What do you think I should do, Soph?” I ask.

  “If it were me, I would have told him not to let the door hit in him in the ass on his way out last night,” she says with a shrewd grin. “But since that’s already over and done with, I would just ignore his calls and texts for a while. If he’s smart, he’ll figure out that he fucked up.” She waves a cookie towards me as she says, “And if he really likes you, he’ll try to win you back. And if he doesn’t, he’ll just see it as an easy way out for him and he won’t come back.”

  I swallow hard, digesting her words. The thought of not seeing Damon again hurts, but it wouldn’t kill me. I could move on with my life if he’s not willing to make this work.

  If we’re meant to be together, something will bring us back together. I believe that wholeheartedly.

  Maybe cooling things off for a while would be the best thing for us right now.

  And so, when a text flashes on my cell phone later that day asking me about Saturday night, I lie and tell Damon I already have plans for the weekend that I can’t break.

  And when he sends me another text that night, I ignore it completely.

  Damon hurt me last night.

  So now it’s my turn to return the favor.

  CHAPTER 16

  DAMON

  I FUCKED UP.

  I fucked up, and I’m losing her. I can feel it deep down inside of my bones.

  She’s slowly pulling away from me, ignoring my texts and calls whereas before she would return them immediately or always pick up when I called.

  I drum my fingers on the top of my oak coffee table, frustration leaking from every pore in my body.

  I shouldn’t have left that night after taking her virginity. But the thought of staying and holding her all night was too much to bear. It would have changed me, and I can’t have anything between us clouding my judgment.

  I have to be able to pull the trigger when the time comes. I can’t second-guess myself or pause in any way. And if I start falling in love with her, it will ruin everything.

  Now my entire plan is on hold because of one mistake.

  I’m getting impatient.

  I’m getting desperate.

  And desperate men go to desperate measures to get what they want.

  My cell phone rings. And when I see the strange number come up on the caller ID, I know it’s Baz. I answer on the third ring.

  “Word on the street is that Nolan Farrell’s youngest son is dead.”

  I narrow my eyes. “And I care about this because…?”

  “Because they’re saying Giorgio Ciccone is responsible.”

  “Fuck,” I hiss in frustration. As if Ciccone didn’t have enough enemies before, now he has to add the goddamn Irish Mafia to the list. “What do you think is going to happen?”

  “Not sure. Farrell is definitely going to strike. I just don’t know when or how.”

  I sit up straighter at his words. I don’t need this distraction right now, and I certainly don’t need Ciccone tightening up his security any more than it already is because of it.

  “Fuck,” I growl out. “So, what you’re telling me is that I need to speed up this whole thing with Victoria, so I can get to Ciccone before the Irish do.”

  “Precisely,” Baz confirms.

  Running my free hand through my hair, I let out a stifled sigh. “I fucked up, Baz. Victoria’s pulling away from me, creating distance. And I don’t know how to get her back,” I confess. I hate to admit defeat in any aspect, but I’m at a loss here. I pushed Victoria away one too many times, and now I might have lost her forever. She’s probably already thinking about dating other people, and all my progress will be for nothing.

  “Then you’ll have to do something extreme to push her back into your arms, my friend.”

  “Something extreme…” I repeat his words, trying to make sense of them.

  “Listen, I’ve got to go. Let me know what you decide, my friend.”

  “I will,” I tell him before ending the call and setting my phone down. Standing up from the couch, I walk over to the window overlooking the city.

  I have to come up with a plan, a way to make Victoria fall right back into my arms, so that I can carry out my revenge on her father.

  But am I willing to risk it all in order to make that happen?

  My eyes focus on my reflection in the glass staring back at me, and I already know the answer.

  Yes.

  CHAPTER 17

  VICTORIA

  IT'S EARLY SATURDAY morning, and I decide to go for a run.
/>   I need to clear my head, because I'm so confused on what to do with Damon.

  His calls and texts have stopped. But did I really think they would go on forever? You can only ignore a person for so long…

  It’s been over a week since I’ve seen or talked to Damon, and now I know why people write songs about breaking up. It’s rough on your mind, body and soul. And I’ve gone through so many pints of ice cream I lost count.

  I constantly want to text him or call him back, but what’s the point? The man is a mystery wrapped up in an enigma. He never lets me in. The chemistry is there; but every time I push, he pulls back. He won’t open up to me whatsoever, so how could we ever form any sort of a true relationship?

  Something's missing, and I don't know how to figure that out.

  Maybe I’m simply not ready to date right now. I’m barely getting used to being around people that aren’t the same group of girls I basically grew up with in school and college. Perhaps I just need time to adjust to normal life before trying to pursue a relationship.

  By the time I reach the park, it's cold and a thick fog has settled over the entire place. It looks eerie…scary even, but I'm not turning back now.

  I do some basic stretches before embarking on my run. At first, there are several other joggers that I pass. But by the time I reach the North Woods, I don't see another soul.

  The fog is so thick I can barely see the trail in front of me, so I run a little faster, determined to get out of this area and back to the more populated areas of the park.

  A few seconds later, I hear footsteps behind me. I'm thankful someone else is on this trail with me, and so I slow down a little into a light jog.

  But as the footsteps approach, they sound heavy, like someone wearing boots instead of running shoes.

  A fissure of fear runs through my entire body as I glance behind me, but the fog distorts my vision.

  I can see a dark figure, but I can't make out any other features.

  Instinct is telling me to run faster, so I do…and so does the person behind me.