Devil Mine: A Dark Cartel Romance (London Underworld Book 1)

“Wife.”

The word rolls off my tongue with ease and fuck, does it make the possessive devil inside me roar in satisfaction to finally be able to say it. 

Tess flinches. “What are you—“

I reach across the distance separating us and wrap a hand around her nape. The words die instantly on her tongue as an indecent smirk tugs at my lips. My eyes meet hers, my pupils dilating with erotic intent.

“Time to kiss the bride,” I rasp darkly.

She hisses in a sharp breath.

Good.

She’s going to need it. 

I drag her across the seat and crash my mouth down on hers. She whimpers, hands coming defensively up to my chest, but I crush her against me. My tongue shoves roughly past her lips in search of hers.

The taste of her again after having shared only one kiss, after all those weeks, is a heady nightmare. I fist her hair to keep her from moving away but it also has the unintended effect of making her intoxicating scent waft off her locks and up to my nose, electrifying me.

This kiss is an attack more than it is a seduction, a planned revenge for running away from me more than a happy reunion. I bite her lip until it bleeds and swallow her answering gasp into my mouth.

I’m hard as fucking stone just off one kiss.

She’s so reactive, her hands no longer pushing me but holding tightly onto my shirt instead. And when her tongue comes tentatively out of her mouth to meet mine, I groan loudly. Even through the spice of my cinnamon candy, I can taste her. Potent and fresh, like the first sip of Coca-Cola after a hot summer day. I pull her lower lip between mine, soothing the tenderized skin. When she moans softly, I rip my mouth away.

Wide, unfocused eyes meet mine, blinking rapidly as they fight through the haze of arousal. I thumb her lower lip, tugging it slowly down before releasing it.

“My wife has a hot little mouth,” I rumble. “Shall we see what else it can do?”

She jerks away, twisting her head out of my hold. “No!”

My eyes harden. “Wrong answer.”

Grabbing her by the nape once more, I force her down across my lap. One second she’s half-sitting, half-kneeling beside me, the next her face is pushed into the seat, her ass perfectly perched over my thighs.

Bunching the fabric of her dress in my fist, I shove it up over her hips, revealing the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, wrapped like a present in a pretty pink thong.

When I caught her, I was disappointed to find her wearing blue. I wondered where the pink went, if it was only a phase and one I was forced to miss. Turns out it was waiting for me in my favorite place.

Tess reaches back with a frantic hand to try and stop me. “Thiago–”

I grip her wrists together and pin them against the small of her back. Her saying my name reminds me of the last time she said it – yesterday, when I came within seconds of catching her.

When I was alerted by the falcon tailing her brother that she finally showed up at his apartment, I’d been almost blinded by relief knowing I was finally going to catch her.

And now she’s going to pay for every single way she’s tortured me over the last six weeks.

She shivers when my palm touches the top of her thigh, my hand still cold from being outside. I run it up over the curve of her cheek and to the meaty part of her ass. The contrast of my hands on her skin makes me lightheaded with lust. Her, blonde and petite and innocent, getting sullied by large, tattooed, bloodied hands.

Tess tries lifting her head, but the position makes it impossible. Her voice trembles when I continue caressing her cheek, the movement ominously intentional.

“What…what are you doing?”

My finger curls under the fabric of her thong at the junction of her ass and slowly follows it down, removing the offending garment from between her cheeks and tucking it off to the side. Goosebumps break out over her skin when my finger glances against her pussy.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She bucks when I press my finger at the bottom of her ass, working my way back up her slit in reverse. I glance over her tight asshole, circling her rim once so she understands who’s in control here.

“No.”

“Hmm, that’s not what you wrote in your journal.”

She blushes. “That was just a dream, it meant nothing. Reality is far different.”

Ignoring her answer, I ask. “Do you want me to punish you?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

The first slap to her ass surprises her. She jerks, almost unseating herself from my lap and freeing her hands in the process.

“You can’t just…spank me!”

I shove her back down, slapping her cheek again for good measure. My grip tightens on her wrists until I know they’ll bruise. I want everyone to see them and understand that she’s mine.

“Pick one.”

Her voice shakes. “W-what?”

A third slap makes her bite her lip to suppress a scream. So I add a fourth and pull that delicious sound out of her anyway.

“Pick one. Ask me to fuck you or ask me to punish you. You’ve got some making up to me to do, amor, and those are your options.” 

I want her to crawl to me. To admit that she needs me, wants me, as much as I want her. 

“You’re already punishing me!” she cries out. “How is that a choice?”

Chuckling darkly, I run my hand over her reddened, heated skin. I dig my fingers into her bruised cheek, making her whimper. Then I spank her ass again.

“This is hardly a punishment. You should pick getting fucked if you think it is.”

I land four more hard blows, alternating between each cheek. My hand is merciless, coming down time and time again without giving her a second of relief. Her flesh flushes redder and redder with every targeted strike of my palm, my cock throbbing painfully at the color.

Tess struggles, but has nowhere to go. She arches her ass, accidentally serving herself up for more in the process. So that’s exactly what I give her. Two more blows land on the meatiest part of her cheeks. She cries out and falls back onto her stomach, tightening her ass instead.

“If you clench, it’ll only hurt more.”

She gasps for breath, her face turned to the side, her eyes finding mine and skewering me with a glare. Her cheeks are flushed the same color as her ass and I can’t resist it – I take a picture. She looks downright edible and I want to memorialize the first time I spanked my wife’s ass.

My wife.

I can’t imagine I’ll ever grow tired of calling her that. Every time I think it, I feel myself getting more and more territorial over her. Wanting to find a way to permanently mark her.

“How can you say this isn’t a punishment, you sadist?”

My eyes darken in response. I press down on her lower back, pushing her against my hard cock, and shove her legs open. When she immediately tries to close them, I slap the inside of her thighs until she’s lewdly spread.

“Because of this.” Lightly, I slap the tips of my fingers against her pussy. The car echoes with the sounds of her dripping wet pussy. “Listen to how soaked you are, amor. Does that sound like pain or pleasure to you?” 

Her legs fly shut, trapping my hand between her thighs. It’s a strategic mistake that I’ll make her pay for. Curling my fingers, I find her opening and thrust two in to the hilt.

“Oh, god,” she cries, spine arching and hands wringing together at the small of her back.

“Just as tight as I remember,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “You didn’t let anyone touch you here?”

She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t need to. My ring is still on her left hand, my fingers still getting squeezed by her tight heat. I can tell she hasn’t spread her legs for anyone since she ran. Her dreams must have kept her busy.

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“Every time you pretend you hate it when I touch you, I’ll prove to you what a liar you are. You won’t be able to run from the truth like you ran from me, I promise you that.”

“Mhmm,” she mumbles, face pushed into the seat. She bites the expensive leather to keep from moaning and it enrages me.

“Ask me to fuck you.” I repeat the order once more, voice so deepened by lust it’s no longer recognizable. Her resistance makes me crazy. She told me she’d come willingly and I intend for her to mean that in every single fucking way.

“Never,” she pants.

I laugh, a dark, humorless sound, and pull my fingers from her tight heat. She whines softly at the loss. It turns into a sharp exhale when I fist her hair and use it to yank her backwards. Her back is arched unnaturally as I press my mouth against her ear.

“Then you’ll beg,” I promise sinisterly. “Only then will I fuck you. I can outlast you, amor. I’ve waited long enough to have you. But I’ll need you on your knees begging me to take that sweet pussy before I do.”

I shove her back down into the seat without waiting for an answer and rip her thong clean off. She gasps again. It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds.

“Punishment it is,” I grunt, reaching for the buckle of my belt.

The metal clanks in the silence, pulling her attention down to my waist. When I yank on one end and the entire length of the belt whooshes through the loops with an ominous snap, her eyes widen in fear. Maybe she was right to call me a sadist because I feel my cock harden even further at her obvious anticipation.

“Changing your mind?”

She shakes her head stubbornly, but the alarm in her gaze remains.

“Good,” I say, folding the expensive leather so it forms a loop in my hand. “Because nothing’s going to stop me from marking this ass now.”

“You really are the devil,” she bites.

I caress her ass with my belt and she flinches at the contact of the cool leather.

“And you’re an angel, amor. My angel,” I purr. “But I won’t stop until I’ve dragged you down into the depths of hell for eternity with me.”

With that, I lift the belt and bring it swiftly back down. It whistles excitingly through the air before it strikes her ass. She screams, an open-throated sound that sends a pleasing tingle down my spine.

Her hands are white-knuckled fists by the time the second thwack comes down on her cheek. A bright red welt lifts on her skin, matching the first. Seeing them appear soothes something that’s been dangerously untamed since she left.

“Only five today, amor. But if you run from me again, I won’t stop until you bleed.”

When she doesn’t answer, I whip her again. Her answering scream is ragged, her throat worked raw from the pain. Thankfully the car is soundproofed, otherwise I’d have to shoot Arturo and Marco for listening to sounds that belong to me.

“Answer me.”

“W-what do you want me to say?” There are tears in her voice, a wobble to her tone that should make me stop but doesn’t.

“Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Tell me you won’t run again.”

Her mouth flattens into a stubborn line and she turns her face away from me.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

The next three strikes of my belt come one after the other, without reprieve. I don’t hold back. I want her to feel pain every time she sits. I want her to remember why it hurts, why her choices made it hurt.

“That’s six!” she chokes out.

“Tell me you won’t run again,” I demand.

Silence.

Except for the whistle of the belt as it strikes her two more times that is. She’s outright crying now. She’s quiet about it, biting her lip so I can’t hear her fall apart, but her shoulders shake nonetheless. I yank her up by her hair and lick the tears off her cheeks.

“You should have asked me to fuck you. I could have been licking that wet pussy or sucking on your tight nipples instead right now.”

Her mascara runs down her face. She’s never looked more beautiful. The only way she’ll top this moment is when she finally gives in. But for now, I’ll enjoy the fight and the stubbornness.

I strike her again. And again.

“Thiago!” she cries out.

Her ass is now completely red, a beautiful mosaic of raised, painful welts. I caress them gently with my thumb and she hisses.

“You know what I want. Say it or I keep going.”

Fresh tears pearl at the corner of her eye and travel down her cheek. I scoop them up with a finger and suck them into my mouth, unwilling to waste even one.

I lift the belt.

“I won’t…”

I stop, frozen by her barely audible interruption. And I wait.

Five seconds.

Ten.

The belt connects with the top of her thighs this time, the place where they meet her ass. She jolts and screams, falling limply back against the seat.

“I won’t run away from you again,” she finally whispers, spent.

Perverse victory erupts in my veins at her first submission. I toss the belt to the other side of the car and release her wrists, flipping her over in my arms.

She cries out when her welted ass comes into contact with the rough material of my trousers, so I quiet her with a kiss, swallowing up all of her whimpers.

“Good girl,” I praise, lapping at her face like an animal, searching for the salty remnants of her tears. “Was that so hard?”

“It hurts,” she moans, face twisting in agony.

I claim her mouth once more, licking soothingly at her lips before pulling away with some difficulty. I can’t get enough.

“Good girls deserve rewards.”

Setting her down on the seat, I position myself between her legs. Her eyes go from sluggish to wide open and alert when she sees me kneel on the floor, hooking my arms under each of her bent legs.

My gaze drops from her shocked face and moves slowly down her body. I wish I could strip her naked and admire her entire naked form, but I can’t fathom stopping right now.

Finally, my eyes fall to the apex of her thighs, focusing on that beautiful spot between her legs that I’ve imagined and pleasured myself to for months.

She’s bare except for a perfect landing strip, her pussy and thighs glistening with her arousal. No matter how much she screamed when I used my belt, her wetness proves how turned on she was by the pain.

I smirk, suddenly famished, and look back up at her. She swallows thickly when she sees the ravenous expression on my face.

“As pretty as I knew you would be.”

She blushes deliciously and cum leaks from my dick in response. I’m painfully hard. If she doesn’t do something about it soon, I might explode on the spot. I settle back into my haunches, keeping my gaze trained on hers as I lean down towards her center, so that when my tongue first makes contact with her pussy, I’m staring deep into her eyes and taking in her reaction.

One soft swipe and she’s gripping the seat, arching her back and pushing her pussy into my face. Grinning, I go back in for seconds, this time finding her entrance and slowly licking up her folds until I reach her clit. Just before I touch the sensitive nub, I reverse and swipe back down to her entrance. She whimpers discontentedly at my lack of attention to her clit and her eyes close.

“Open your eyes and look at me. Keep looking at me or I stop. Nod if you understand.” She nods. “Good girl.”

When I dive back between her legs this time, it’s no longer soft or exploratory. I devour her, lapping aggressively but skillfully at her folds. Moving down to her entrance, I plunge my tongue into her opening, thrusting in and out until she’s panting and moaning my name.

She fights against the call to close her eyes and enjoy the ride, surprising me by doing what I asked and keeping them on me instead. I groan happily in response, tightening my hands around her thighs and pulling her partially off the seat so I have better access to her pussy.

She gasps, surprised, her hands clutching desperately for purchase but she doesn’t need it because I’ve got her. I reach for her tits with one hand, squeezing them then pinching her taut nipples. With the other I finally give some attention to her clit, glancing over the sensitive skin only just enough to drive her wild but not to give her relief.

Her legs are over my shoulders, her thighs clamping my head and her knees crossed at my back to pull me deeper into her pussy. I’m thrusting in and out with my tongue, feeling her muscles tightening, desperately searching for relief. I lick up her juices as they come out of her, not missing a drop of it like I did with her tears.

The way she’s arching into me, trying to get more, harder, deeper, confirms everything I already knew about her. She’s a wanton temptress, refreshingly unrehearsed yet absolutely lethal in her seduction. I’ve never felt so fucking turned on eating anyone out, ever.

No words are spoken between us, so focused as I am on her pussy and so overwhelmed as she is by her pleasure that the only sounds around us are those of my tongue playing through her wetness. I could stand up right now with her dangling by her knees from my shoulders and I know she’d just hang there, letting me do what I want to her.

Tess’s eyes are hooded and hazed over, unseeing but dutifully locked on mine and I don’t know who’s in control here because if she asked me for anything right now, I’d give it to her.

Her moans get progressively louder, alternating with frustrated whimpers as she searches for a climax that’s both on the brink of being explosive and just out of reach. When I feel her legs start to shake, I pull my tongue out of her pussy, lick her clit once and blow a breath on it.

She freezes, her entire body racking over with shivers. I wait, then close my lips around her oversensitized clit and suck it into my mouth.

Tess screams, her hand flying down to my head. She fists my hair as if to keep me from moving away and starts to ride my face as the orgasm hits her.

“Oh, my…I’m–I’m…Oh, god.”

Her eyes roll back into her head as she’s blasted to the highest level of pleasure. Her muscles tense and she trembles violently. Her hips push up and into my mouth, asking for more, and I keep suckling until she screams even louder, unbelievably turned on by the way she combusts, then falls apart. She doesn’t hold back in any way, she just lets herself go completely.

When I sense her on the other side of her orgasm, I release her clit and she goes limp. Pushing up onto my elbows, I sink them on the seat on either side of her and drape my body over hers, finding her mouth and kissing her. I want her to taste herself, more precisely to taste what I do to her. Cupping the back of her neck, I angle her head and deepen the kiss.

She doesn’t push me away but she doesn’t kiss me back.

Not at first.

But then her tongue darts hesitantly across my lips. She moans softly and goes back for another taste and a third until she’s meeting me stroke for stroke.

My cock is pressed against her lower stomach and I know she can feel it throbbing, desperate for his own introduction to my addiction.

Pulling back, I give her a dark, possessive look and palm the blade at my ankle.

“Remember the night we officially met, when I caught you snooping on cartel business?”

“I wasn’t snooping.”

Her eyes widen when they land on the silver blade that I bring up between us. Fear dilates her pupils, drowning out the clear blue I’m obsessed with. Frowning, I realize she thinks I’m going to hurt her with it. Haven’t I made it clear how deep this obsession runs?

“Remember what I told you? The fantasies I have about you?”

She swallows thickly, nodding almost imperceptibly as her eyes remain trained on my knife.

“I think it’s about time we make a couple of those a reality.”

I bring the knife down to the neckline of her dress and cut it off her with one precise, lethal swipe. Her bra gets shredded next, both items falling off her chest and revealing a perfect pair of plump tits and dusky pink nipples.

Pink.