Victorious: A Dark Mafia Romance (Deviant Series Book 2)

by Angela Snyder

  “I should have been there,” I growl out. “I should have found Sara sooner.”

  Victoria walks over to me. “This isn’t your fault.”

  My muscles tremble from the tension building up inside of me. Fuck, I need to punch something or go for a run to get out all of this frustration and anger. “It’s all my fault. I should have done something!” I yell.

  “You were a little boy! There was nothing you could have done!”

  “I failed her. And now look at her…” My voice trails off as my head hangs in shame.

  Victoria steps in front of me. Her small hands grasp my cheeks and force me to look at her. “What? She’s a woman with an adoring husband and a beautiful little boy. She has a family that she loves dearly, and they love her back. What more could she ask for?”

  “She went through hell and back!” I snap at her, pulling back out of her reach.

  “But she made it! And she’s stronger for it. You can’t change the past, Damon. You can only change what’s going to happen now and in the future. You can be here for her now. You can be here for your nephew now.”

  What she’s saying makes sense, but I’m too angry to hear her side of things. This optimistic bullshit is not something I’m used to. I always see things from a darker, cynical perspective.

  She reaches for me, but I step away from her. “I should probably sleep downstairs,” I tell her before turning away.

  I don’t get very far before I hear her say, “Please. Don’t leave me.”

  Cringing at her words, I stop walking. Fuck, I hate when she says shit like that. It always guts me right on the spot.

  I feel her behind me. Her hands press against my lower back and drift around to my waist and abs. My muscles tremble under her touch, and blood instantly rushes to my cock. Her fingers inch dangerously close to the waistband of my sweatpants, but I clasp her hands in mine, stilling them. “I’m too angry right now, Victoria,” I growl. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Taking no heed in my warning, she fights for control of her hands, and I eventually relinquish.

  Her fingertips tease the indentations in my abs before working their way down under my sweatpants. When she wraps her tiny fist around my hard, throbbing cock, I’m a fucking goner.

  I groan out loud at the sensation. Fuck, it’s been so long since she’s touched me like this. I might end up coming in my pants like a teenager on his first date.

  “Tell me what you want,” she says, playing the game we always used to play when we were dating and before everything went to hell.

  “I want you on your knees,” I say, my voice deep and hoarse.

  Walking around, she kneels in front of me, and I stare down at her in awe. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper to her, running a hand through her silky, dark waves.

  She wastes no time pulling down my sweatpants, and I have to force myself not to chuckle. Seems like Victoria missed me as much as I’ve missed her.

  My long, thick cock bobs in front of her face, and she takes my shaft in her palm, gently caressing me. Her touch has my dick turning into pure steel.

  Opening her mouth, her pink tongue darts out, licking around my crown, causing me to gasp out loud. Her wet tongue runs down my length as she cups my heavy balls into her hand, kneading them softly.

  Fuck, she’s so damn good at this.

  While massaging my balls, she takes me deep into her mouth until I’m hitting the back of her throat. And then she takes me even further as tears leak out of the corners of her pretty, blue eyes.

  “Oh, god, Victoria,” I groan as I grab fistfuls of her hair.

  My cock swells inside her mouth as she licks and sucks me before gently running her teeth along the length of my shaft, causing me to hiss out a string of expletives and for my hips to involuntarily pump towards her.

  Feeling close to exploding, I pull back from her. Hooking my hands under her arms, I haul her up and throw her on the bed. She lets out an excited yelp as I grab her ankle and pull her down to the edge of the mattress. Stripping her pajama shorts and panties off and throwing them over my shoulder, I then go down to my knees on the plush carpet, putting me at the perfect level with her pretty, pink pussy.

  Spreading her legs wide for me, I blow cool air on her already wet seam; and she gasps from the sensation.

  My tongue finds her swollen clit, and I lick and suck as Victoria squirms underneath me. Her hips lift off the bed as a groan escapes her throat. Hooking my hands around her thighs, I hold her in place as I feast on her.

  Leaning up on her elbows, Victoria watches me devouring her, and it’s sexy as fuck.

  My cock is practically weeping with precum running down my head, wanting to be inside of her so badly.

  Pushing my thick finger inside of her, I groan loudly when I feel how wet and ready she is for me.

  Not wanting to wait another second without being inside of her, I stand and wrap a hand around my cock. I notch the head at her entrance before slamming into her, burying my dick balls deep into her tight, wet channel.

  Victoria’s back arches up off the bed as I fill her completely, and she lets out the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

  Pulling back, I slide in slower this time, giving her time to adjust. I continue that torturous rhythm until she’s crying out my name. And, fuck, it spurs me on to take her harder and faster.

  I piston my hips, my cock sliding easily against her slick walls. She’s so damn wet for me, coating my cock in her sweet honey. I hiss out through clenched teeth. Fuck, she feels amazing. Perfect for me in every single way.

  Grasping her hips in a bruising grip, I pump in and out of her. Taking her raw like this only makes my cock grow harder and longer inside of her. I've never had sex without a condom before, but it’s too late for me to stop now.

  I was a goner the moment I felt her velvety soft pussy wrapped around my dick.

  Pressing my thumb against her clit, I stroke her and tell her, “Come for me, Victoria. I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

  Her breathing picks up in pace, and all too soon I feel her tight channel squeezing my dick in a death grip as it pulsates in rhythm with her orgasm.

  “Damon!” she cries out.

  “That’s my girl,” I tell her as I continue to play with her clit and fuck her hard. I fuck her until I feel hot sparks shooting down my spine and straight into my balls. Pulling out, I jack off all over her flat stomach.

  “Fuck, that was amazing,” I say, panting as I rub my release into her skin, effectively marking her.

  She stares down at me, watching closely. “Does this mean you’re marking me as yours?”

  “You are mine,” I tell her in all seriousness. She always has been and always will be.

  “I’m yours,” she agrees before collapsing onto the mattress, trying to catch her breath.

  Feeling exhausted, we crawl into bed together, and I pull her into my arms. When I’m almost asleep, I feel Victoria turning in my arms. Her lips are at my neck as she whispers, “I didn’t mean it.”

  Confusion has my brows dipping at her words. “What?” I whisper back. If she’s talking about not being mine, then we have a lot to discuss. Because she is mine, always and forever, as I am hers.

  “I didn’t mean what I said to you that day. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you,” she says softly.

  A sense of relief floods my body, and I can feel the tension leaving me just from her confession.

  “I still love you,” she says before placing a kiss on the column of my neck. “I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do. I love you so much, Damon.”

  “I love you too,” I tell her. “I always have. And I always will.”

  Feeling her lips on my skin has blood rushing to my cock. I roll her over onto her stomach and enter her from behind. But unlike before, I go slow this time, making love to her and showing her just how much she truly means to me.

  My love for her goes beyond words. My love for her
knows no bounds. And even though I may not be able to find the words to tell her all those things out loud, I can certainly damn well show her how I feel.

  CHAPTER 31

  VICTORIA

  THE NEXT MORNING, we eat breakfast with the Trentino family. I can barely keep my eyes open during the meal. Several times during the night I woke up to Damon either eating me out or making love to me.

  He was insatiable, and I had so many orgasms that I honestly lost count.

  Last night feels like it was all a dream, but the soreness between my legs is all the reality check that I need to know it was all real.

  As Arlo plays with his food in his highchair, it makes me think about one more thing that happened last night.

  We didn’t use any condoms.

  The thought of having a baby with Damon should scare the living shit out of me; but, for some reason, it doesn’t. Thinking of having a little replica of him running around makes me smile.

  “What are you grinning about?” Damon whispers to me.

  I shrug my shoulder and take a bite of my toast. “Just thinking about…things.”

  “Things. What kind of things?”

  “You know, just stuff,” I say slyly.

  He gives me a playful nudge and leans over to take a bite of my toast before giving me a buttery kiss.

  Sara sits opposite of us, taking us both in over the rim of her coffee cup. When she sets the mug down, she has the biggest grin on her face. “I think you two staying here was a good thing,” she remarks.

  Damon nods his head in agreement. “A very good thing.”

  “We should do this again,” she announces.

  “Yes, I would love that,” I tell her quickly. I would love to spend more time with Sara and her family. And seeing them together, knowing everything they’ve been through, makes me feel hopeful about the future of Damon and me.

  If they can make it work, I know we can too.

  Yes, we have a lot of obstacles to get over, but I think together we have the kind of bond that’s needed for a lasting relationship. And after last night, I know his love for me never faded during our time apart. If anything, it grew stronger.

  Reaching across the table, Sara places her hand over Damon’s and says, “I have one more thing I want to show you before you leave.”

  CHAPTER 32

  DAMON

  I WASN’T PREPARED for what Sara wanted to show me. And so, when we reach the grave of our mother, I almost breakdown right then and there on the spot.

  All those years of wondering what happened to her. Had she died someone’s slave? Had she ever been happy again?

  The beautiful rose gold headstone with her name engraved lets me know that she was happy towards the end at least. She didn’t have her family back, and we didn’t have her, but at least she had someone who cared about her.

  “You…you did this?” I ask, my gaze drifting to Roman.

  He nods in response.

  “Thank you,” I tell him vehemently. He has no idea how much this means to my sister and to me. Our mother has a place to rest on this earth. A place for us to come and speak to her. A place for us to visit and feel her presence.

  And I do feel her presence in this beautiful cemetery. It’s lined with cherry blossoms and very private on top of a picturesque mountain. The headstones practically glimmer in the bright sunlight, bringing new life to a place filled with so much death.

  “It’s beautiful here,” Victoria comments, squeezing my hand.

  I turn my attention to her, and I can see the tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks. Leaning in, I whisper to her, “I’ll take you to your father’s grave when we get back.”

  She lets out a shocked gasp. “You…you buried him?” she asks me, her eyes welling up with tears and searching my face for the truth.

  I give her a nod and tell her, “Right beside your mother.” That earns me a tearful sob as she throws herself into my arms.

  Ciccone wronged my family and I in so many ways, but Victoria is the one who deserved more than I ever got – a proper burial for her father.

  After I realized how important that was when I read my own mother’s obituary, I knew I couldn’t just dump Ciccone’s body in the ocean with cement shoes.

  Victoria deserved more.

  After several minutes, I’m ready to take my queen back home to our castle.

  We say our goodbyes to my sister, Roman and little Arlo, and then Victoria and I are ready to head back to New York.

  Climbing into the car, I take Victoria’s hand in mine. “Ready?” I ask her.

  She gives me the sweetest smile before saying, “Yes.”

  A weird sensation hits me just then as she gazes at me like I’m her whole world. I don’t know if it’s the fact that we’re in a cemetery or the fact that I’m leaving my sister again…but my gut is telling me that our war is not over.

  And if I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s the fact that my gut is never wrong.

  CHAPTER 33

  VICTORIA

  THE WEEKEND WITH Damon and his sister’s family was great.

  No, it was better than great.

  It was wonderful. And I can’t wait to go back to visit them.

  As I sit in the passenger’s seat, watching the world pass by us in a blur on the highway, I can’t help but think about Damon and I having our own little Arlo someday. It’s something we’ll need to discuss when we get home. If we’re going to do this, really be together, then we need to talk about the future. Marriage. Kids. Maybe a dog. The whole nine yards.

  We’ve been through a lot of ups and downs. Mostly downs I suppose. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to truly forgive Damon for everything he did. But the truth of the matter is that everything he did led to us being together in the end. And maybe, in some fucked-up way, I wouldn’t change a thing if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

  Looking over at my man, I can’t help but smile. He’s my whole world now, and I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

  I have loved him ever since I was capable of the emotion. And now that I actually know what love is…well, my heart is so full it feels like it could burst with what I feel for him.

  My smile quickly falters, however, when I notice how tense he is. He has a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, and he keeps glancing in the rearview mirror.

  “Damon,” I whisper, alarm filtering through my voice.

  “Face forward. Don’t turn around,” he warns me.

  Staying still in my seat and facing towards the front windshield, I ask him, “What’s wrong? What is it?”

  “We’re being followed.”

  His words send a shard of fear straight through me. “W-what?” I stammer, hoping I didn’t hear him correctly.

  “The same SUV has been following us for the last twenty minutes. They were keeping a distance at first, but now they’re getting closer.” He fumbles with some buttons on the dash, and then I hear the sound of ringing before Baz’s voice fills the cabin.

  “Hello, my friend. How was your getaway?” Baz asks with a friendly tone.

  “Good until now. We’re being followed.”

  More serious now, Baz asks, “Where are you?”

  “We’re on the highway, heading home. Check the car’s GPS and send out a crew as soon as you can. They probably won’t make it in time, but we could use some backup.”

  “You got it. Stay on the road as long as you can, my friend. We’re coming,” Baz says before ending the call.

  Damon presses on the accelerator, and we’re suddenly going ninety instead of seventy, weaving in and out of cars to get some distance from the SUV.

  “Who do you think is behind us?” I ask even though I’m afraid of Damon’s answer.

  “Brody Farrell. Has to be,” he says.

  And my entire world comes to a screeching halt.

  CHAPTER 34

  DAMON

  MY PORSCHE SCREAMS down the highway as I repeatedly break th
e law with high speeds in an attempt to escape the SUV behind us.

  Normally, my car would smoke them, leave them sitting in the dust. But the SUV must have a souped-up engine, definitely not factory, because it’s keeping up with me, and I can’t seem to shake them no matter what I do.

  I risk a glance over at Victoria, who’s been quiet ever since I mentioned Brody Farrell. I see she has her knees drawn up to her chest, and she’s shaking like a leaf as tears stream down her cheeks. She probably has all the worst possible scenarios running through her head right now, but I need her here with me. I need her present. Because when the time comes, she’s going to have to fight back.

  “Victoria, listen to me,” I demand, my voice stern and gruff. “I will not let them hurt you. Do you understand me?” When she doesn’t respond, I roughly reach over to grab her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “I’m going to protect you. They will not take you. They will have to go through me to get to you. Nod that you understand.”

  She gives me a shaky nod as more tears stream out of her beautiful blues.

  Releasing Victoria, I turn my attention back to the road. It was stupid of me to not take a crew with me to my sister’s with Brody Farrell out there seeking revenge for what I’ve done to his family. I just didn’t want to roll up to Sara’s house with guards, trying to explain what kind of life I was leading now. She still has no idea I overtook Ciccone’s empire. One day she will know, but this was not the time to tell her.

  I made a mistake by not bringing reinforcements. So, for right now, I just need to narrow the distance as much as I can between here and New York, so that I can hopefully get some backup before shit goes down. But as soon as I think that, I hear the first shot ring out before the rear windshield bursts into a million little shards.

  Victoria screams, and I yell at her to lean down in her seat.

  Looks like I’m going to have to do this without any help.

  Speeding down the highway, narrowly missing cars, I put the car to the test. We reach a buck-twenty before the second shot comes. They miss us.