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

Pulsing need shoots straight to my pussy at his sultry order. I turn around and grab my shorts, shimmying them down my hips and stepping out of them as requested. 

Thiago presses suddenly against my back, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind. His lips find my ear.

“Those shorts, amor,” he growls. “Never wear them out of the house again.” 

I nod wordlessly, my skin burning up, and he takes a step back. My panties come off next as I hear him walk to the door and lock it. When he turns back towards me, I’m already splayed across his desk with my ass on display for him.

He groans loudly as he walks back up to me.

“So pretty and so obedient.” A reverent hand comes down to gently caress my bare skin. “I won’t use my belt today. I need to feel this ass heating beneath my palm.”

And then he pulls back and a vicious slap comes down on my right cheek.

I jerk forward, my hips hitting the edge of the desk and adding to the delicious pain. He bunches my strappy top high on my back and licks a sloppy line from my ass and up my spine as his hand comes down once more, this time on the other cheek. I moan loudly, the cool air brushing against the wet spot on my back and making me shiver.

He yanks my collar and tugs it down, then sinks his teeth into the skin where my neck meets my shoulder, this time slapping my ass three times in sharp succession. Between the attentions of his mouth and the pain of his palm on my skin, I’m near delirious with lust.

“Never mention divorce again,” he warns. “I won’t be so forgiving next time.”

“I didn’t!” I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Thiago cups my nape and pins me against the desk, keeping me from arching upwards every time he spanks me. His hand comes down time and time again, alternating between savage hits and greedy caresses of his fingers digging into my reddened skin. Tears sting the corners of my eyes at the same time as arousal coils tightly in my belly. I’m soaking wet and desperate for him to fuck me.

“If someone held a gun to my head and had me choose between death or divorcing you, I’d reach up and pull the trigger myself,” he replies gutturally.

He flips me over and sits me on his desk. I flinch when my burning ass makes contact with the cold surface but he yanks me mercilessly to the edge, positioning himself between my parted legs. Grabbing my top with both hands, he tears it off me and sends the buttons flying.

I reach for him as his lips come down on my breasts, sucking my hard nipples frenziedly into his mouth. I groan as I arch into him and he fumbles blindly with the button of his trousers like an excited teen. He gets them opened and pushes them past his ass and then his cock is pressing against my entrance and he shoves in to the hilt.

A shocked breath expels from my lungs at the savageness of his thrust. My nails dig into his back as I hold on for dear life. He fucks me dementedly. It’s hard and desperate. Angry and possessive. Rough and uncaring. And totally, completely, soul-destroying. His hands are everywhere as his cock moves in and out of me, claiming my pussy with vicious thrusts. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and when his lips close around my pulse point, I fall apart. I come loudly and liberally, grinding my clit against his pelvis as I hold him against me.

“I love it when you scream for me, amor,” he grunts against my throat. 

He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, lifting me into his arms and walking me around to the other side of the desk. He’s so strong that he bounces me up and down his length as he walks, impaling me so deeply on his cock that he reaches a place he never has before.

He lifts me off his cock and flips me over his desk, driving back inside me from behind with a feverish groan. I hear the sound of a drawer opening followed by rustling around and then my cheeks part and a wet finger presses against my ring of muscles.

“Time for me to claim all of you,” he announces.

I stiffen and a keening cry leaves my lips when he pushes in, sliding his finger in to the hilt. There’s a bite of pain, but the main sensation is fullness. He starts thrusting his finger in tandem with his cock in my pussy. My eyes roll back into my head at the overwhelming feeling of being taken in both holes. I feel the loss when he pulls out but gasp loudly when he pushes his finger in my pussy next to his cock, stretching me beyond my limit.

“Mhmm…you’re soaking wet, amor. Do you like the idea of getting your ass fucked?”

I moan incoherently, unable to provide a more articulate response when he pushes back into my ass with two fingers this time. Meanwhile, his cock continues its furious rhythm. He slams inside me, making my torso move up and down repeatedly and abrading my taut nipples against the rough surface of his desk. He scissors his fingers, stretching me indecently and I almost come again. I didn’t know it was possible to enjoy backdoor action but the combination of pain and pleasure from the way his fingers stroke up against my walls is overwhelming.

“You’re ready, preciosa. You’re squeezing the life out of my fingers.” 

Thiago pulls out of me completely and then I feel his fingers back on my rim, rubbing a wet substance over the ring of muscles. I look over my shoulder and find him fisting his cock and covering it in vaseline.

His gaze lifts to mine, the predatory, ravenous look in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. He stares at me as he pumps up and down his shaft a few times, the obscene act sending fresh arousal pooling between my legs.

Anticipation hums in my veins.

“Stay like that,” he orders, placing the thick head of his cock against my untried hole. My breath catches in my throat. “Look back at me with those wide eyes as I sink into your virgin ass, amor.” 

“Okay, baby,” I answer, right as he pushes in.

He hisses at the affectionate nickname and the way my rim parts to let him in. My back bows and my muscles tighten at the pain of his intrusion, but I keep my eyes on him as requested. White hot heat fires into my ass as it tries to stretch to let him in, but he’s so thick. The girth of his cock splits me open, the sensation nothing like taking his two fingers.

He grabs my hips to keep me in place, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my overheated skin. He pulls me back and pushes forward, forcing my muscles to bend to him and I cry out.

Thiago’s face is a picture of concentration and crumbling control. His brows are furrowed, his eyes intensely focused on where his cock attempts to gain entry, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he tries to hold back. He looks seconds away from losing it.

“I’m almost there, amor. Relax and push out for me. Let me in.”

He thrusts against my resistance and my mouth parts on a silent scream. My eyes turn half lidded and something gives way inside me. His gaze lifts to mine as the head of his cock breaches the tightness of my sphincter and slides into my ass.

“Oh, God,” I scream.

A shiver racks down his whole body. His hands tighten brutally on my hips. His eyes never waver from mine, even as he groans loudly.

“Madre de Dios,” he mutters reverently. He slides in an inch, then another, and I throw my head back. He fists my hair and yanks my head to the side, forcing my gaze back to his. “You keep your eyes on me,” he orders. “You have no idea what you look like right now. If my cock wasn’t already halfway up your ass, I’d be shoving it down your throat for looking at me like that.” He grabs his phone and before I know it, he snaps a picture of me. He stares down at his screen with a savage smile, his other hand still on my hip and guiding his cock further inside me. “I’m going to start a photo album of you bent in all my favorite positions, taking me in all of your holes. This one is my favorite so far. I’m going to fuck my hand staring at this photo of you for years to come.” 

I’m delirious and can’t respond. My body feels like it’s breaking under his assault. Every inch that his cock claims of my ass sends a fresh wave of pain shooting up my spine and tingling into my skull. I feel stretched beyond the limit, one tiny move away from being torn to pieces. But lurking behind that pain lies unbelievable pleasure. It’s a weird sensation, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It feels taboo, but that’s part of what’s adding to it — the fact that we shouldn’t be doing this, that dark desire fuels him to take my ass because he wants to own me entirely and in a way a person should never own another. I love it.

Thiago parts my cheeks and looks down at where his cock is splitting me open. I follow his gaze and feel arousal gush from my pussy at the lewdness of seeing half of his dick buried inside me, the other half still working to gain entry. He stares unflinchingly into my eyes as he dribbles a line of spit directly onto my asshole, using his thumb to rub it into my taut, white rim. I whimper at the erotic sight, goosebumps erupting up the column of my spine.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, voice rendered unrecognizable by thick, forbidden arousal. “Do you like watching my cock take your ass?”

I moan but he wraps a hand around my throat and jaw from behind and arches me further back towards him.

“Answer me. Do you want to see more?” He thrusts another inch savagely inside me and I cry out. “Ask me to give you another inch.”

“Please,” I beg.

“Ask. Say “please push another inch of your cock into my ass, husband”.” 

God, he’s so dirty and obscene. He won’t stop until he owns every single part of me. Every thought, every word, every action.

“Please push another inch of your cock into my ass, husband,” I repeat, voice broken by lust.

Eyes gleam possessively on me and then I watch as he shifts his hips back slightly and powers forward until he buries the entirety of his cock into my ass.

A loud scream rips from my lips and I go limp. His hand on my throat keeps me upright. He pulls me against his chest and his lips find the shell of my ear.

“I gave you three inches for the price of one. Now I’m all the way inside you,” he whispers smugly, ownership ringing loudly in his tone. “Say thank you.”

“T-thank you, baby.”

A territorial growl rumbles in his chest.

“You’re welcome, amor.”

He holds me against him, my back against his chest, and then he starts moving. Fuck, he starts moving. At this angle, he’s so deeply inside me it feels like he’s in my throat. 

“Do you feel me where no man has taken you? Where no other man ever will?” he demands darkly.

“Y-yes.”

He pulls out gently until only the head of his cock remains in my ass. I feel his loss immediately, but not for long. He thrusts back inside brutally, sending me lifting onto my toes at his intrusion.

“Oh my God, Thiago.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, establishing a punishing rhythm as he starts to drill inside me. “Such a good girl for taking me here. You feel so fucking good. I’m going to be living inside this ass from now on, are you ready for that?”

I shake my head and he chuckles darkly against my throat. He presses a claiming kiss to the back of my neck and pounds savagely back inside me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you ready.”

For long minutes, he holds me against him as he fucks my ass, taking his pleasure from my body and giving it back to me in the form of new, extreme sensations.

The sounds he’s making are unbelievable. They heat my skin and turn it electric, making the pain fade completely away as I focus solely on them and the feeling of his ownership of me. They’re primal, animalistic, and so deeply erotic they make me feel like I’m on fire. His mouth is against my ear, his carnal groans falling right against my skin and making me lose my mind. If I thought he was noisy when he was in my pussy, that was nothing compared to this. I fear he’s lost his sanity and he may never find it again.

He fists my hair and yanks my head viciously back against his shoulder, the bite of pain mixing deliciously with every other sensation coursing riotously through my body. I look up into his darkened, feral eyes.

“Say you’re mine, amor.”

Thiago punctuates the order with deep thrusts into my ass. He uses his other hand to pull my cheek to the side, sliding his cock even further inside me than before. My eyes flutter close at the new stretch, unsure how I’m ever going to be able to walk again. I wrap a hand back around him and dig my nails into his ass, using my hold to pull him closer to me so he can bottom all the way inside me.

He releases my cheek and his hand comes to my throat where he squeezes violently. My eyes fly open at the sudden lack of oxygen.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he repeats harshly. 

That’s the easiest thing in the world for me to do. A smile stretches my lips even as my body thrashes from his assault.

“I’m yours.”

The dark satisfaction that erupts across his face should scare me, but it doesn’t. Not anymore, not for a long time now.

His hand leaves my throat and then I feel him push a finger in my ass next to his cock. My eyes widen and I choke out a surprised breath.

“Is this my ass?”

“Y-yes.”

Mercifully, he removes his finger and plunges it into my pussy next. He pumps into it a few times, the obscene, wet noises of his intrusion echoing around the room.

“Is this my pussy?”

“Yes.”

And then his finger is shoving past my lips and into my mouth. I taste myself on his digit and nearly pass out from the lewdness of the act.

“Is this my mouth?”

“Yes.”

A feral growl rumbles in his chest and he bites my lobe.

“Good girl.”

He pushes me down on his desk, grabs my hips with both hands and yanks me back to meet his thrusts. I scream and hold on to the table for dear life.

“Your ass is so fucking tight. No matter how much I pound into it, every time I thrust forward I have to breach your walls and stretch them again.” He takes my arms and bends them behind me, pinning them together at the small of my back with his hand. “But you’re soaking wet for me, little wife. Your thighs are running with your juices. You love getting your ass fucked. I knew you would.”

He reaches around my hips and his other hand finds my needy clit. When he takes three fingers and rubs over it, stars explode behind my eyes and I come with a throat-ripping scream.

I thrash against the desk, arching my back and unwittingly throwing my ass back at him as I ride the waves of the most powerful climax I’ve ever had.

Thiago smacks my ass painfully, extending the orgasm for long seconds that feel like they stretch into minutes.

“Fuck!” he screams, slapping my pussy and driving me wild. “Being inside your ass while you came was unbelievable. Your muscles squeezed me so hard you almost sucked the blood right out of my cock.” His fingers slide down and then three thrust into my soaking pussy. “Do it again,” he orders. 

“Ah, I c-can’t. Oh my— oh, fuck.”

“You can.”

His fingers start pumping loudly inside me alongside his cock in my ass and I feel the need coiling in my stomach once more. I’m so wet that he easily slides a fourth finger inside me, making my entire body shudder at the stretch. I’ve never in my life been so full and the approaching orgasm scares me. It feels like I’m climbing the highest mountain possible and the fall on the other side is going to tear me apart.

He’s uncaring of that, his fingers and his cock edging me blindly towards the cliff. My arms remain pinned at my back as his thrusts in my ass turn completely manic. He’s pounding inside me so hard that my teeth rattle.

I’m barely holding on, barely keeping a hold on my own sanity, barely even conscious at this point.

And then his fingers curl inside me and start rubbing against the special spot in my pussy that’s hyper sensitive.

My entire body locks and I freeze. Black takes over my vision as I go temporarily blind. He drives to the hilt inside my ass until my cheeks are pressed against his pelvis to either side of his cock. My mouth falls on the ghost of a scream and everything breaks.

The scream finally rips from my throat and the muscles of my ass clamp on his cock and juices gush madly from my abused pussy as I come and come and come.

Thiago roars loudly from behind me, bottoming inside me as his own orgasm claims him. Hot cum bursts from his cock and shoots inside my used ass. It feels like it goes on for hours before he slumps over my body, trapping me on the desk beneath him with his cock still inside me.

We lay there catching our breaths for a long time before he pushes back the hair from my face, revealing my eyes to him. He brushes kisses along my jaw and up the side of my face to my ear.

“If you’re going to squirt every time I fuck you in both holes, then that’s the only way I’m going to take you from now on.”

An erotic shiver flutters down my spine and I giggle breathily. Thiago presses gentle kisses along the line of my shoulder and to the back of my neck, his mouth reverent in its devotion to me.

When he’s caught his breath, he turns me over and scoops me into his arms. Mine wrap around his neck with ease and I look up at him from under my lashes.

He stares down at me like I’m an addiction he has no hope of ever getting rid of, his eyes burning with fanatic adoration.

“You torment me, you know that right?” His arms tighten around me. “You plague me. You consume me. You have since that very first day. And now you’re completely mine.” The smile he gives me lights my insides on fire, fueling the flames of my love for him that much higher. “Let’s go home, amor.”