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

My nerves short circuit, my breathing turning ragged until it’s nothing more than desperate, shallow inhales and sandpapery exhales. Thiago controls my body like a switchboard, making me squirm until it feels like my skin is on fire. He leans over and kisses me, cinnamon exploding on my tongue once again, the taste I’ve come to know as his.

His hand stays wrapped around my throat as his hips rock back and forth, burying himself inside me, the pace increasing and increasing until I’m a whimpering, sobbing mess. Thiago is equally affected, loud moans slipping through our joint lips and into my mouth. He doesn’t hold back his noises as he pumps inside me. He’s vocal, completely shameless in the way he announces his pleasure, just like he promised.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes against my mouth. Shivers rack his body as his hips move. “You’re taking me so well.”

I whine in response and he moves from my lips down to the line of my jaw, alternating between kisses and nips, until his mouth is pressed against my ear.

“Let it out, amor,” he rasps, hot breath on my skin. “Feel the way my cock is claiming this pussy. Feel how you’re taking every inch of me. All that attitude and sass but underneath it you’re such a good girl for me.”

The way he talks me through it, praising every moan, every flutter of my muscles has me spiraling towards a blinding pleasure I’m not sure I can handle. When rough hands grip my waist and a hot mouth closes around my needy nipple, I freeze, right on the edge. Thiago rips his mouth off me and meets my gaze.

“Don’t come without asking me,” he growls.

Reaching down, he starts furiously rubbing my clit and I shriek. “Oh, god! Can I come?” 

“No.”

My eyes fly to his, wide and panicked. I’m no more in control of the looming, explosive climax as I would be an approaching tornado.

“Pl–”

“Hold it,” he orders.

“I can’t,” I cry.

“You haven’t begged enough.”

“Thiago,” I gasp, clenching around his length in my desperation to keep my orgasm at bay. He groans loudly, throwing his head back. “Please. Please let me come. I really need to come.”

He squeezes my throat once more, leisurely strokes pushing in and out of me. “Will you let me fuck this pussy whenever I want?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck,” he curses when I squeeze him again. “You’re choking my dick.”

The effort of holding my climax back starts to turn the pleasure into pain. I beg one final time, my voice threadbare.

“Please…”

His hips pull back and then he powers inside me with one devastating stroke. “Come for me, amor.”

White-hot heat pulses behind my eyes as I let go. My orgasm rolls destructively through me until I shatter with a loud scream, my muscles spasming almost violently around Thiago’s cock. He keeps pumping roughly inside me, talking to me and praising me the entire way through.

When I open my eyes, I find him smiling smugly down at me, a darkly pleased look on his face.

“I told you you’d beg.”

The satisfaction in his eyes wraps around me. My earlier confession had been a long time in the making. It hadn’t felt dirty at all, like I was giving up a part of myself by giving in. Like I thought it would.

Thiago slides his arms under my knees and scoops me into his arms. My hands come around his neck with a shocked gasp when he stands. It quickly morphs into a low moan when I settle into his embrace. At this angle, seated on him with my legs spread to the sides, I’m so deeply impaled on his length that I’m stretched to the limit. My head drops onto his shoulder, my face burying into his neck as he pins me against the bedroom wall.

“I’m not done,” he breathes, rocking his hips up and driving inside me to the hilt. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Our first time isn’t going the way I thought it would. I expected the violent madman to completely take over. And yes, he’s rough and he’s crude, making me blush to the roots of my hair, but he’s also tender, almost reverently so. He looks at me like he can’t believe he’s fucking me. Unblinkingly, as if he’s afraid that if he closes his eyes, I’ll disappear.

I lick tentatively at his neck, aiming to mark him like he marked me. When he moans encouragingly, I suck him into my mouth, suctioning the sensitive skin between my lips.

Maybe it’s because he’s been celibate like me for the last couple of years. I’d prioritized my job, wanting to prove that I was deserving to take over from my father, so romantic and sexual relationships had been deprioritized and ultimately had faded to the background.

But I’d assumed Thiago was a manwhore, that he’d at least slept with other people while I was on the run. Women throw themselves at him constantly, you only have to look at tonight to know that for the truth it is, and still he never gave in.

“My body will fail me before my mind does,” he grunts, thrusting up inside me. “If it was up to me, I’d fuck you uninterrupted into next week. Until you can’t walk, until you can’t remember what it feels like to not have me between your legs. You’ll never know that feeling again.”

Thiago wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my head back, pulling my mouth off his neck and opening my throat to him. He starts pumping into me so roughly, my teeth rattle. He watches my face, taking in every flutter of my eyelids, every blush of my cheeks. One arm holds me up by my ass, grabbing fistfuls of my cheeks with greedy fingers and making me moan dementedly in the process.

The heat builds inside me, the intimacy of being pinned between his body and the wall, of feeling his heartbeat through his chest, making me delirious. Leaning forward, I claim his lips in a burning kiss as oblivion takes me and I come loudly once again. He makes a pained sound against my mouth and pulls away. The expression on his face is tormented, like he’s trying to hold his own climax back.

“Look how easily you come for me,” he grits out, still fucking me. “I barely have to do anything and look at you. Coming apart again, your juices dripping every fucking where.”

I reach for him with one hand, cupping his nape and bringing him closer to me. With the other, I wrap around his body and grip his ass, my fingers digging eagerly into his flesh. His eyes flash hotly, his muscles tensing.

“I can’t help it,” I breathe. “I love the way your cock feels.”

Thiago grits his teeth, his eyes closing. Then he throws his head back and he roars, thrusting his cock all the way inside me and staying there. His abdomen works, flexing and constricting against my belly as he comes, shooting his load into my pussy.

He slumps forward, the hand in my hair slapping against the wall next to my head. He holds me tightly against him as his forehead comes down on my shoulder this time. Frantic breaths rip from his chest as he works to calm his breathing. I drag my nails up his back on both sides, the gentle caress making him shiver.

Finally, he turns his face and presses an open mouthed kiss against my throat.

“Do you understand what you do to me now? Why I had to chase you halfway around the world to have you?” Softer, he mumbles, “I knew I was supposed to wait for you, amor.”