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

I walk into the library to find Tess curled up on one of the velvet couches, snuggled up under a cover and reading a book about the evolution of math and its role throughout history. A ball of warmth moves from my stomach up to my chest watching her be completely at ease in our home, especially knowing it wasn’t always that way. We’ve settled well into our life together the last few weeks and I have a hard time remembering what my life was like without her in it. Smaller, that’s for sure. Much, much smaller. 

Her mother’s hospital visit has been weighing on her. Even though Tristan came home and convinced her to move out, the remnants of that whole ordeal still hang like a stormy cloud over Tess. And I wasn’t kidding – I fucking hate it when she’s sad.

She’s in need of a good distraction.

Over the pages of her book, she spots me hanging in the doorway. A slow but heartfelt smile stretches across her lips and punches me right in the gut.

“Hey, handsome.”

I quirk a brow, coming in and sitting next to her, setting my palm on the other side of her bent legs. “Handsome?”

She blushes adorably. I love that I can make her react that way. “You have a few names for me. I thought I’d try out a couple for you.”

“Mhmm,” I answer, nuzzling her hip. “I look forward to all the little pet names you’re going to give me.”

Even through the blanket covering her, I can still smell her addictive scent. I’m even more dependent on it than when I first smelled it all those months ago, time having done nothing to dull my obsession as I once hoped.

Her hand comes down to my face and she rakes her fingers through my hair in a gentle caress. Goosebumps erupt down my neck in response and I shudder. Setting my chin on her hip, I look up to find her attention back on her book, her hand still stroking my hair. This simple picture of domesticity squeezes my heart in a vice.

“We’re going out tonight,” I announce.

She shuts her book, her eyes shining as they meet mine.

“Really?” she asks excitedly, sitting up and crossing her legs. “Where?”

“Excess. It’s Cillian Tellier’s club, Callum’s brother.” My face darkens. “You remember him.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She smiles, reaching for my neck and hooking a leg over my lap to straddle me.

“I don’t think I do. What I do remember from that night is my husband taking me upstairs for the first time.”

My smirk is smug. I smack the side of her ass sharply before grabbing a cheek in each hand and she yelps.

“Good answer.”

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Tess stalks out of her walk-in wardrobe in nothing but a pink bra, matching underwear, and a black pair of heels. She places her fists on her hips and narrows her eyes on me where I’m sitting on the edge of our bed.

“I have nothing appropriate to wear. None of the options are going to cover these up,” she says, pulling her hair up into a ponytail with one hand and pointing at her chest and the column of her neck with the other. Half a dozen bruises stain her skin, all of them made by my mouth over the past couple of days.

“Why would you want to cover them up?”

She releases her hair, her mouth dropping open along with it. I think she forgets that she’s standing almost naked in front of me and that I’m about thirty seconds away from adding another trophy on her skin next to the others.

I suck on the cinnamon candy in my mouth to keep myself from pouncing on her.

“I can’t go out in public looking like this.”

“You can and you will. Quite a few other cartel members will be at Excess with us. I want everyone to see that I’ve claimed my queen.”

She flushes. “I’ll look like a slut.”

“You’ll look like your husband is obsessed with marking you, and he is,” I counter. “That’s not the only thing I’m obsessed with. Come here,” I say, spreading my legs and motioning for her to come stand between them.

Desire blooms in her gaze but she shakes her head.

“Not right now, I have to get ready.”

“Come here, amor.”

She does as I ask, her breaths deepening as she approaches me. When she’s between my legs, I cup the back of her thigh, rubbing up and down the soft skin in a claiming motion.

“You can’t walk out in pretty little lingerie that’s just begging to be ripped off your body and ask me not to react.”

She moans at the contact, her hand coming up to the back of my neck. “We’re never going to make it out,” she answers breathlessly.

“We are. I have plans for us.” I reach for the small box I placed on the bed beside me and pop it open, revealing what’s inside. “And they include this.”

My hand trails up to her ass, pushing under the fabric of her panties to grab her cheek. She looks at the small pink toy and swallows thickly.

“Do you know what this is?”

She nods. “Yes. It’s a plug.”

My hand tightens on her ass and her eyes move from the plug over to me. “There’s one more hole left for me to claim, amor. Then you’ll be completely mine.” 

Her breath hitches when one of my fingers slips into the crack of her ass. Her pupils dilate when it trails down the valley of her cheeks until it finds the tight ring of muscles.

“Has anyone ever taken you here?”

I circle her opening and her mouth parts. She stares unseeingly into my eyes as she takes in the reactions coursing through her body. The longer she waits to answer my question, the tighter the band of possessiveness squeezes my chest. The jealousy nearly blinds me, the thought of someone else taking her ass making me want to put my fist through a wall.

When she shakes her head again, a poisonous breath expels from my lips, clearing my lungs.

“What about a plug? Fingers?”

“Never.”

A territorial rumble rips from my throat. “Good. It’s mine.” I add a bit of pressure, not enough to press in but enough to give her a taste of what it could feel like. I remove my hand and flick a finger under the lace of her panties. “Take these off.”

Tess does as instructed and I love how docile she’s become, how she takes orders and does them without questioning me. She straightens, showing me her pretty little pussy. Standing in front of me in heels, it’s perfectly in line with my face. I lean forward and flick my tongue once across her slit. She gasps, hand coming to my shoulder.

“Get on the bed,” I say, looking up at her.

I stand and turn, watching her sit on the bed and lay back on her elbows. I grab her by the ankles and flip her in one swift move so that she’s on her stomach. She yelps when I grab her hips and pull them back, leaving her chest splayed on the bed.

“You’re going to show me this ass when I play with it for the first time,” I say, smacking her cheek. She bucks forward but I hold her back with a hand on her hip.

Her pussy glistens between her legs, beckoning to me. I fall to my knees and bury my face in her warm heat. She moans loudly when she feels my tongue lap at her folds. I eat her out like a man possessed, licking lines, circles, and a dozen other shapes into her wet flesh as she writhes beneath me. Her legs shake so hard that it takes me wrapping my arms around her thighs to keep her upright.

I suck her clit into my mouth, pulling it between my lips and grazing over it roughly with sharp teeth.

“Oh, my god, yes. Yes,” she gasps. “That feels so good.”

Moving higher, I find her entrance, circling it over and over until she’s mewling loudly. Taking the cinnamon candy I’d stored in my cheek, I place it on my tongue and push it into her tight pussy. It’s not large but she feels it going in anyway, her eyes widening and finding mine over the cheeks of her ass. I press it further into her channel until it completely disappears.

“Push it out for me.”

A blush explodes across her cheeks even as arousal blows her pupils wide.

“Use your muscles and push it back out onto my tongue,” I order, placing my tongue right beneath her opening, waiting to receive the candy like I asked.

A look of concentration crosses her face and then she tightens her pussy. I watch, transfixed, as the candy reappears, dropping from her hole back onto my tongue.

“Thiago,” she gasps.

I suck it into my mouth, closing my eyes and concentrating on lapping at the juices coating the hard edges. My candy has never tasted this fucking good. My eyes flutter open, dark and aroused as they find hers.

“Delicious,” I rasp. “Do it again.”

And then I force the candy back into her tight passage. Again and again until her pussy tastes like cinnamon and the candy is completely gone. She’s so sopping wet it’s dripping down the side of her thighs. I drag my tongue up the inside of her leg, taking all those juices into my mouth.

“I knew you liked it dirty, amor,” I grunt gutturally. “You’re going to love having your ass played with.”

Parting her cheeks with both hands, I expose that tight, winking hole to my eyes. Pink, just like the rest of her. I can’t resist licking around those curves for a few demented seconds. She moans when I dip two fingers in her pussy and bring them up to her ring of muscles. I circle the pretty whorl, loosening the outer muscles and getting her comfortable with being touched there. Little by little, the muscles of her low back slacken, revealing just how much she’s enjoying my caresses. I go back into her pussy and bring additional lube up to her hole.

“You’re so wet, I think you’ll take me easily.”

Tess tightens again when she feels me adding pressure. I smack her cheeks sharply, twice. She yelps, relaxing, and I press a finger past the tight ring of muscles and into her ass.

“Holy–” Her words cut off on a swift inhale. Her shoulder planes come together at the top of her back, but her hole offers very little resistance to my penetration and I slide in easily all the way to the webbing.

“Fuck, look at that,” I breathe, rocked by how firmly her walls clutch my digit. “I was right. Look how easily you took my finger in your ass.”

When I pull almost all the way out and push right back in, she keens loudly.

“How does it feel?” The tenor of my voice scares me, the obsession sounding almost like mania.

“Strange. Tight.” She pauses. “Good.”

When I press a second finger next to the first, she stills.

“Relax. You can take it.”

“No, that’s too much.”

I spit on her hole, using my second finger to rub it in at her entrance, and she shudders in response. “Oh god, Thiago.”

“I love it when you moan my name like that.”

Both fingers press forward, stretching her ass. They break through the ring of muscles with more difficulty, but when they do, Tess screams.

“Oh!” Her eyes are wild and frantic, but delirious with lust.

Pushing them further into her passage, I try not to come in my trousers staring at how her ass stretches for me. The thought of putting my cock there one day sends a shiver down my spine. I pump them a few times inside her until she’s breathing laboriously and squirming all over the bed, her hands desperately clutching the sheets. Then I pop them out and grab the toy.

“Look at me, amor.” When she does, I keep my gaze on hers and dribble thick saliva onto the rounded end. Her eyes glaze over, her teeth coming out to bite her lower lip. “This plug is only a little wider than my fingers, but you can take it.”

When it’s sufficiently wet, I place it against her entrance and start pressing it in. She whimpers loudly but keeps her hole relaxed like a good girl. Her sphincter doesn’t immediately give in, so I push the plug against her resistance, repeatedly moving back and forth until she’s muttering unintelligibly.

My thumb comes down to find and press down on her clit. I rub it roughly, adding another dimension to her pleasure until she’s nearly bucking off the bed. When I pinch the throbbing nub between two fingers, she comes with an explosive orgasm that has her toppling down to the bed and her ass finally gives in, swallowing the plug entirely into its depth.

“Fuck,” she moans, legs shaking wildly. I love it when she curses.

I part her ass while she lays on her stomach, taking a second to admire the pink plug snuggled deeply in there and the glistening jewel that crowns the tip. Tess shrieks when I push on the jewel with my thumb, shoving it deeper inside her. I smack both cheeks and stand, admiring how pretty my wife looks laid out and spent beneath me.

“Go finish getting ready.”

She turns her head and looks up at me, confused.

“T-That’s it?”

“That’s it,” I confirm as she stands. She winces when the plug moves with her and I wish I could put a camera on her to capture every reaction she has to it. “Go get cleaned up.”

“What about… what you just put inside me?”

“The plug?” I cup her cheek and kiss her lips, softer than I’d like. If I don’t restrain myself, we’ll never leave our rooms. Pulling away, I add. “I want you to wear it all night, the discomfort and the pleasure and the stretch making you think of the day I’ll replace it with my cock.”

Her eyes flash but with interest, not distaste. I was so right about her and the dark fantasies she has. “You want me to wear this to the club?”

“Mhmm,” I hum. “I want to watch you taking a sip of your drink, I want to watch you talking to people, I want to watch you dancing, all the while knowing you have a plug in your ass and that I put it there.”