Dangerous Desires Part 1: A Mafia Romance (Corrupt Me series)

by A. G. Khaliq

  “Alright, wish me luck,” she smiled to her friend.

  “Good luck babe!” her friend grinned.

  She continued to hold eye contact with me, as she walked over to me, walking in a seductive way so that her thighs jiggled and her tits bounced. She was standing next to me now, her body just inches away from mine.

  “Hey,” she smiled.

  “Hey,” I shrugged flatly.

  “I saw that you were alone,” she commented sheepishly. “I was wondering if you wanted to dance?”

  “I'm not in the mood for dancing,” I retorted bitterly, folding my arms.

  She looked a little taken aback by my blunt reaction, but that didn’t stop her from carrying on her flirting and trying to pursue me.

  So she was as desperate as she was sexy. Why couldn’t she just get to the fucking point and say the magic word, so that we could both just get out of here and I could fuck her in every hole she had in that tight, thick body of hers?

  “Stressful day?” she shrugged.

  “You can say that again,” I sighed 350

  agitatedly.

  She took steps closer to me, so that our lips were almost touching. She needed to realize that I didn’t kiss, or do romantic shit with women I didn’t fucking like. All I did was fuck hard and fast. Fuck and make them scream six ways to fucking Sunday.

  “How about I relieve some of that stress?”

  she murmured, her eyes smouldering with lust as she held her gaze with mine.

  She’d finally said the magic fucking word.

  “Now you're talking my language,” I groaned, letting my fingers trail on her thigh, as I drunk in the view of her delicious fuck-me body.

  “Let's get out of here,” she whimpered. I knew that she was already fucking wet for me.

  She couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Lead the way, babe,” I growled, sliding my hand up the back of her dress as I squeezed and slapped her ass. She panted profusely underneath my touch, aching for more.

  “You'll be doing no such thing,” came a booming voice from behind me.

  I blinked a few times, still in a daze because I was so fucking smashed. I’d had one too many fucking drinks tonight. I turned around to see who it was, ready to fight the 351

  motherfucker, because I assumed that it was probably this chick’s boyfriend here to take back what was his.

  But to my sheer disappointment, I was greeted by Arturo. My fucking brother.

  What the fuck was he doing here, and why did he always have to ruin my fucking fun?

  “You're not going anywhere, bro,” Arturo shot at me angrily, folding his arms in rage.

  I rolled my eyes angrily, pissed off. I needed to get laid. I needed to fuck and forget...

  It would be the only way to numb Sapphire from my mind, for just one night…

  “Jesus, let me have some fun for once, bro!” I seethed, my voice strung with venom.

  “Not while you're fucking pissed,” Arturo spat bitterly. “Come on, I'm taking you home.”

  My hand was still on the girl’s ass, groaning because I knew I wouldn’t be able to fucking take her home tonight. When Arturo had his mind set on something, he stopped at nothing to stop me from doing it.

  “Even if I have to drag you there myself,”

  Arturo added angrily, shaking his fists.

  “Fine!” I roared.

  I rolled my eyes again. I’d rolled my eyes so many fucking times tonight, that it felt like they were about to pop out.

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  I withdrew my hands from the girl, and she whimpered at the loss of my touch, staring at me with a disappointed expression written all over her face.

  “Sorry babe, needs must,” I muttered.

  “Hopefully I'll see you around again?” she asked hopefully, biting her lip because she was so gutted.

  “I don't think so,” I snapped harshly.

  She jolted back, not expecting me to react that way. These girls should have known better than to approach a fucked-up man like me.

  Sapphire was right. I really was a fucking monster.

  She stormed off in a huff, going back to her friend. I sighed heavily, not giving two fucks about what the fuck she did. I turned back to Arturo, still pissed at him for ruining my fucking fun tonight.

  “There's a good boy,” Arturo said sarcastically. He grabbed me by my arm, holding me steady because I was so drunk, and then started dragging me out of the club, making his way to his car.

  He threw me into the backseat, snapping me awake and making me alert in my groggy fucking state. I felt like death. I felt so shit about myself.

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  So damn fucking shit.

  “Bro…” I drawled, as I took my head in my hands, rocking it backwards and forwards as I tried my best to regain my full consciousness.

  “Are you gonna tell me why you're getting fucking pissed on your own in the club?” Arturo asked.

  His voice was no longer angry. He was speaking to me with genuine concern.

  My brothers. The only people who had my back from the very fucking beginning…

  “What's going on, bro?” Arturo went on, a worried expression written all over his face.

  “What do you fucking think's going on!?”

  I spat back angrily.

  “Actually, don't answer that,” he replied exhaustedly, shaking his head. “It's the Sapphire chick, isn't it?”

  I didn’t reply. I guessed my silence was the confirmation that he fucking needed.

  “What's she done now?” he muttered, rolling his eyes agitatedly.

  “She cut me off,” I mumbled.

  I didn’t care about being weak anymore. I didn’t care if I showed my brother I was hurting.

  I was tired of pretending to be strong. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep going, keeping up a front and putting a smile on my 354

  face for the sake of the public.

  I was so tired.

  So damn fucking tired.

  “Why?” Arturo denied. “Why would she cut you off?” He trailed off his sentence, furrowing his eyebrows and narrowing his eyes.

  “I swear I heard moaning in the house the other day.”

  “You were at home?” I remarked, repulsed at the thought of my brother hearing me pleasure Sapphire and pry on an intimate fucking moment.

  “Yeah, but as soon as I heard the mm, ahh!

  sounds, I walked straight out,” Arturo muttered.

  I shook my head, feeling embarrassed as fuck. Not knowing what to say. Not knowing how I could possibly explain to him how shit I was feeling.

  “I don't know what it is with her, man…”

  I mumbled. “She told me she's not ready for a relationship. That she's still healing from her past…” I broke off my sentence, letting out a deep groan that I didn’t know I was holding.

  “But how am I supposed to help her if she tells me nothing about herself?”

  I sighed disappointedly, feeling my eyes prick with tears.

  “This is why I'm never gonna get a fucking 355

  girlfriend,” Arturo muttered. “Women are complicated as shit.”

  “Tell me about it,” I snapped timidly.

  “Not only did she say all that shit to me… But I saw her flirting with a stranger in the mall today!”

  Arturo folded his arms awkwardly, an uneasy expression on his face.

  “He had his hands all over her…” I recounted, feeling like my chest was about to explode. “I wanted to fucking shoot him!”

  “Honestly bro?” Arturo mumbled. “If you want my advice?”

  I shook my head. Knowing that the advice Arturo was about to give me would send me over the edge. Tip me to fucking breaking point.

  Because I knew that he was going to tell me to move on.

  That there was no use continuing to pursue her, because her heart wasn’t in it…

  My chest was suddenly feeling way too fucking heavy. Like my breathing was constricted. Like I was a
dead man walking.

  Suffocating.

  Struggling for air.

  “Forget about her,” Arturo snapped harshly. “I know you really like her, but it sounds like she's just looking for a bit of fun, not 356

  commitment.”

  I admitted defeat. Knowing better than to fight this. Knowing better to not keep contemplating a woman who wasn’t interested in me. Knowing that it was over.

  I had to move on.

  I had to move on…

  “I guess you're right…”

  I turned away from Arturo, taking deep breaths in and out.

  I could actually feel my heart physically hurting.

  You know when something hurts you so much, that you can feel it in your chest?

  And you feel like your chest is about to explode?

  That was how I feel right now…

  I didn't know if everything was feeling ten times as worse because of all the alcohol that I had in my system right now…

  But I could feel tears prick in my eyes.

  I needed to get it together before the tears started sliding down my cheeks. I didn't want Arturo to see that I was hurting…

  I took a deep breath in…

  …And a deep breath out.

  A deep breath in…

  …And a deep breath out.

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  “Are you okay, bro?” Arturo mumbled.

  He knew that I was far from okay.

  “I'm fine,” I muttered. I didn’t want to talk about this anymore. I didn’t want to keep torturing myself with the thought of Sapphire. I didn’t want to keep being reminded of her. I didn’t want more salt to be rubbed in the fucking wound. “Just take me home.”

  Arturo let out a deep breath. “Don't get upset over a woman man…” He trailed off his sentence, knowing that he wasn’t helping.

  “You're better than this.”

  “Yeah,” I said flatly.

  I stared out of the window, watching the dark night sky continue to take its course.

  Watching the trees fade around me, as Arturo drove faster and faster. Watching the hills overlap. Allowing the wind to blow in my fucking face.

  Knowing that only God would be the only one able to heal me from my suffering. Only God could put my misery to an end.

  I just hoped that God had it in Him to help a devil like me.

  Even the devil was an angel once…

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  donte

  As soon as we got home, I stormed through the living room and bolted upstairs, slamming the door hard behind me. I needed to cool off. I needed to go to bed and forget about everything that had happened tonight.

  I could hear Mom, Dad and Arturo speak downstairs. I couldn’t help but to lean over the bannister over the staircase, and pry on their conversation.

  “What's wrong with Donte?” asked Dad.

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  “We just saw him storming upstairs.”

  “He needs space, Dad,” Arturo muttered.

  “He's really pissed off. Leave him be for tonight.”

  “Any particular reason?” Dad questioned, with a concerned tone in his voice.

  “I don't think it's my place to say,” Arturo shrugged.

  I sighed angrily, and continued to make my way to my bedroom, not wanting to hear anymore.

  ARTURO’S POINT OF VIEW

  Mom was staring at me with an uneasy expression on her face. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.

  “Mom, why are you looking at me like that?” I asked doubtfully.

  “You said he needs to be alone…” Mom began awkwardly, “but-”

  “But what?” I sighed, cutting her off her sentence.

  “Sharon's here,” Mom coughed.

  “What?” I retorted, repulsed, because I wasn’t sure if I’d just fucking heard her correctly.

  “Sharon's here!” Mom sighed.

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  Dad started to roar with laughter, but I was unamused. I knew that Sharon was the last person that Donte wanted to see right now, especially in his pissed off state. But I was tired of babysitting him tonight. He needed to man up, and get his head back in the game. Focus on business.

  “You

  know

  what?”

  I

  shrugged

  exhaustedly. “He's a big man. He can handle himself. He always manages to get rid of her anyway.”

  Mom laughed in response.

  “We may as well go out for a meal,” Dad shrugged. “Our restaurant is open at all hours, anyway. Ring your brothers Iglesias and Pedro. I don't wanna be caught in the crossfire when Sharon and Donte rip each other's throats out.”

  I couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle. I fucking loved my mom and dad. I didn’t know what I’d do without them.

  “Good idea, Dad,” I pointed up pretentiously.

  “Let's go,” Mom smiled, with her hands on her hips.

  We all turned on our heels, and made our way out of the house, and I was tapping into my phone while we walked, ready to let Iglesias and Pedro know that we were going out to eat.

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  BACK TO DONTE’S POINT OF VIEW

  I charged into my room, fucking furious.

  Screaming and shaking my fists angrily as I started to sober up. I recounted the events of today.

  Who the fuck did Sapphire think she was?!

  Charging herself into my life, and making me forget all my sense of goddamn self-respect.

  I'd chased her endlessly. Made myself look like a fucking idiot, for her to still be flirting with other men in the mall. For her to turn me down countlessly.

  I rolled my eyes angrily, pissed off at myself.

  Well, Sapphire wasn’t going to have a hold on me anymore. I knew my self-worth. I knew that I was worth more than this. That I didn’t deserve this.

  I was behaving like a fucking lost puppy. I needed to get my head straight. I needed to forget about Sapphire.

  “Which is easier said than fucking done,”

  I muttered to myself bitterly. “What the fuck is 362

  wrong with me?”

  All I really needed was a distraction, and I would have had that, if Arturo hadn’t cock-blocked me tonight. I would have had a woman to take home. Allowing the pleasure to numb the pain.

  “Maybe I should just focus on work from now on,” I grunted, seething. “It's all I've done my whole goddamn life, anyway.”

  I felt groggy as fuck, as I continued to sober up. The alcohol wasn’t having much of an effect anymore. I felt very fucking alert, and I needed a hot shower to help me cool off, freshen up, and get my head straight.

  I walked into my en-suite bathroom, to see that Sharon was standing there in just a towel, drying herself and dusting herself off. I rubbed my chin in thought, not knowing what to think of this.

  What the fuck was Sharon doing here? In my personal space?

  In my fucking bedroom?

  I furrowed my eyebrows. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I closed it again.

  The more I stared at her…

  The more my vision began clouding me.

  Normally, I would have been pissed off, and told her to get out at once.

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  But the more I thought about it…

  Sharon really didn't deserve half of the shit that I'd given her.

  I treated her like she was some sort of worthless bitch.

  Like she was a skank.

  A fucking whore.

  When all she ever did, was chase me.

  Wanted to be with me.

  She'd never done me wrong.

  Never done my family wrong.

  She wasn't a bad person.

  Women who slept with multiple men weren’t sluts, and it was stupid how much men believed they were when they did this. Us men were ten times as fucking worse. We were hypocrites, sleeping with so many women ourselves, but then expecting a woman to be an untouched virgin who’d never even spoken to a guy. Society n
eeded to move forward. We weren’t stuck in the fucking Stone Ages. Women were entitled to do whatever they fucking pleased.

  I found myself folding my arms awkwardly as I stared at Sharon, heat roaring in my ears.

  Wasn't I behaving exactly like Sharon was? When I chased Sapphire all this time, 364

  despite her treating me like shit?

  Me and Sharon were more alike than I thought.

  Sure, I didn't feel anything for her…

  But she was easy on the eyes.

  I allowed myself to drink in the view. The view that I didn’t used to appreciate whenever I saw her. The view that I’d never paid much attention to before.

  She had long, slender legs, and a huge ass, with a tiny waist to go with it. She was busty…

  And then there was her face.

  Big, plump lips.

  Slender, bright blue eyes.

  A cute, pointed nose.

  Arched eyebrows…

  Long, curly hair.

  Every part of her body language screamed confidence.

  She was sexy and she knew it.

  She didn't degrade herself, or speak like shit about how she looked.

  She didn't speak badly about herself, and she wasn't insecure.

  She radiated with confidence…

  And it was quite a turn-on.

  A woman who knows what she wanted.

  A woman who meant business.

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  “Donte?”

  Sharon

  said

  sheepishly,

  surprised to see me, jolting me out of my thoughts. “I didn't see you there.”

  “Hey Sharon,” I shrugged.

  I didn’t want to be a cruel bastard to her today. I was too damn tired and exhausted for that shit.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, intrigued.

  “I was bored,” she admitted. “So I thought I'd come round and spend some time with your Ma.”

  “Right,” I smirked, amused that she thought I even believed that bullshit story for a second. I knew she was only here because she wanted to see me.

  “Yeah, I baked her some cake,” Sharon went on smiling. “But I got flour all over my clothes, hence I just took a shower.”

  “In my en-suite?” I asked blankly.

  “Yeah,” she said sheepishly.

  By now, I couldn’t suppress my laughter.