Devil’s Lily: A Dark Mafia Romance (Nightshades Book 1)

That fucking chin. She tilts it high, defiantly, those hazel eyes flashing with anger and, just beneath, a hint of unease she can’t hide. She’s wound up tight, her whole body stiff as a board. Red splotches burst across her cheeks, spread over her forehead—a telling sign of her inner turmoil. My gaze holds steady on her face as I close the distance between us, catching every splotch of that delicious redness. I need to see how far it goes.

When I finally let my eyes travel downward, I’m rewarded. That flush isn’t just on her face—it spills down her neck, her sternum, and below her tits. My hand reaches out, wrapping around her throat, craving the warmth of her skin. The second I touch her, her breath hitches, lips parting slightly, and she releases this shaky exhale that gives away everything she tries to hide.

With my hand anchored around her neck, I take in the pale flesh of her perky tits crowned by strawberry-colored nipples. My mouth waters at the sight. I need to taste them, mark them.

I raise my left hand and move my thumb over one nipple, over and over, until the flesh tightens and puckers. Beneath my palm on her throat, her heartbeat picks up, hammering erratically. I glance up, curious if it’s arousal or fear I’m sensing, and my lips curl into a smirk when I see it’s definitely the former.

She might hate me, but her body certainly doesn’t. Her eyes narrow on me, but she remains still—such a good girl, even in her defiance.

Reluctantly, I let go of her tit and trail my hand down the slight swell of her belly, teasingly dipping my thumb into her belly button. She jolts, letting out a soft squeak, so I do it again and again, until a shudder rolls through her. Satisfied I drift even lower, but just as my hand inches towards its destination, her thighs snap together, shutting me out.

My eyes flick up. The look on her face stops me cold. A shade of trepidation mingles with something deeper. No fucking way. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” I ask, half-mockingly, expecting her to scoff, to deny it outright. But the color on her face deepens, and she tilts her head down, breaking eye contact. That’s answer enough.

A fierce, primal roar fills my head as blood flows south in a dizzying rush until my semi-erect cock is rock hard. Fuck me. She’s untouched. Pure. I’m the first to see her totally naked. The first to touch her like this. The first one who will sink between those thighs and lose himself in that sweet cunt of hers.

The only one who ever will.

Unconsciously, my hand tightens around her throat as an unholy possession consumes me. She’s mine, mine, mine. Her panicked scrabbling at my wrist breaks through my haze. I ease up immediately, forcing myself to breathe as I close my eyes to wrestle my demons back into their cage. When I open my eyes again, her wary observation tells me she saw too much in that moment of lost control.

But fuck, I can’t help myself. The hunger to taste her mouth is overwhelming. I move in, my lips barely brushing hers before she twists her head away. A flash of irritation snaps through me. How dare she try to deny me again? I tighten my grip on her neck and firmly guide her face back to mine.

“No.” The word comes out breathless but firm when I try to forcefully kiss her. “No kissing.”

“This again? What the hell, Elira. In case you don’t remember, you’ve already kissed me once before. I’m looking at your naked body, and I’m going to fuck you before this night ends.” The crude words reflect my growing anger. “You’ll give me your mouth, goddamnit.”

“No, Maximo. That kiss happened before you threatened to kill my family. I’ll have sex with you to save them, but nowhere in your precious contract does it demand my kisses.”

“You’ll have sex with me because your body begs for it.”

“My body’s an idiot.”

“Aren’t they all.”

I lean forward, ready to steal another kiss, when an odd sensation flickers inside me. Usually, I couldn’t care less about kissing, but after that soft, tentative kiss she gave me at the museum, she’s whetted my appetite. It took everything in me not to stare at her lips the whole flight here. Her refusal, infuriating as it is, only stokes my desire for her even more.

“No,” she says, one more time.e

“Fine. Keep your kisses to yourself.” The words scrape out through clenched teeth. “But I’ll have everything else, you hear me? Everything else. Every. Fucking. Thing.” I back her towards the bed, my hand firm at her throat. Then, with a strong flick of my wrist, I send her sprawling onto the mattress.

She scrambles up, trying to retreat, but I grab her ankle to pull her back. “Christ, Elira, I won’t kiss you,” I remind her, holding her gaze until she finally stills and just watches me carefully as I climb up her body.

“Tell me what I already know,” I growl. “Tell me that you want this, me, and not just because of any threat.”

“You are the threat…”

Then I bury my nose into her warm neck, enjoying the citrus and vanilla scent that wafts up my nostrils. My tongue flicks out, eager to consume her essence.

As I lick, bite, and suck at her neck, my right hand lands on her tit, palming the soft flesh and rolling it slowly between my fingers.

“Say it.”

A low noise slips from her throat before she bites it back. Oh no, dolcezza. That won’t do. It won’t do at all. I want all your noises. Every raw reaction.

“I want you to fuck…”

“Fuck you?” I smirk, moving down her body, lifting her tit to my waiting mouth.

“To fuck off.”

My eyes lock onto hers as I drag my tongue over the pale flesh, teasing and tasting. Her pupils dilate, and the back of her head digs into the mattress as her breath quivers. I lick it again, then give a gentle bite before soothing the sting with my tongue. By the time I graze her nipple, the flesh is already so stiff, I wonder if she’s feeling that sweet ache as intensely as I want her to. I blow a warm breath over it and goosebumps ripple across her skin, her reaction a delicious reminder of how her body responds to me.

Then, I pull away–only for a teasing, mocking moment—but before I can get too far, her fingers are in my hair. Forming a tangled knot, she pulls me back down into her body.

Victory.

“For somebody who hates me so much, your body sure is responsive. Whether you like it or not, you want me,” I say with satisfaction.

“Fuck you,” she pants, the words barely audible. Her fingers snap back, releasing my head. But I don’t give her any relief. Not this time.

“You’re about to, dolcezza.” I roll my tongue over her nipple, then take it fully into my mouth, suctioning. She goes wild underneath me, her back arching off the bed as a low keening sound escapes her lips. Yes. Give me everything.

The sound goes directly to my cock, making it throb painfully. But I ignore it. She needs to come first—at least twice—so her virgin cunt is wet and ready to ease my way inside.

My left hand kneads one tit while I suck the other, my free hand snaking down to the fiery red curls at the apex of her thighs. Her legs snap shut again, and when I glance up at her, she’s staring at me, her gaze a complicated mixture of desire, misgiving, and a little bit of…softness?

Shit. Alarm bells ring in my head, reminding me why I always avoid virgins. That hint of softness is dangerous—more dangerous than any weapon she could wield against me. The last thing I need is for her to develop a tender spot for me, even if a small part of me wants that. But that’s not what this is.

Her family and I are on opposite sides of a war. My threat to kill them was a bluff to force her into marrying me, but hell, there might come a time when I actually have to hurt or even kill them. So, no matter how much I want to, I’m not taking her virginity with my cock.

With slow intent, I trace my fingers along her inner thigh, feeling her shiver as I suck her nipple again. Her eyes flutter shut with a breathy cry, and her thighs part almost involuntarily. It’s like magic, watching her resistance melt away beneath my touch, her body surrendering even if her mind is fighting. Not wasting a second, I wedge my leg between hers, making damn sure she doesn’t attempt to close them again.

Then I glide my fingers through her wet folds, the first touch nearly undoing my careful control. When I find her swollen clit, I time my movements with a sharp bite to her nipple and a firm squeeze of her tit. And Christ, she detonates beneath me, almost bucking me off her as she arches off the bed with a wild scream. I keep the rhythm steady, my hands and mouth working in sync, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible.

Only when she finally floats back down from her high do I release her tits and slide down her body, eager to drink up every drop of her arousal. I lift my glistening fingers and lick them clean as I watch her face. The way she blushes at the show, her eyes growing heavy-lidded—perfection.

“Delicious,” I murmur, making her blush deepen into a charming tomato red. Fuck. I groan, shoving my hand into my pants to adjust my steel-hard cock, squeezing the head tight at the base in a desperate bid for control. I need to hold on just a little longer.

Settling down between her thighs, I hook one leg over my shoulder, which makes her gasp. My gaze hones in on the pretty pink flesh of her tiny hole, and I’m unable to resist running my nose through her wetness until I’m drowning in her tangy, citrus scent. The moment my mouth tastes her, she shudders beneath me, her whole body reacting to each lick as I feast on her sweet and tart cum.

A low, breathy groan spills from her lips, and when her hands dive back into my hair, my control nearly snaps—the rush of victory leaves me dizzy with arousal. Holy hell, she’s touching me. Participating. I swirl my tongue around her clit, taking my time, teasing her just right. Then, I lash at the bundle of nerves, again and again, until I’m rewarded with another full-body shudder. I want more—more of her reactions, more of that delicious sound she makes when pleasure overtakes her.

“This might hurt a little,” I warn as I sink my index finger into her tight sheath. Her gasp is music to my ears, and the way her grip tightens on my hair almost makes me lose my damn mind right there. She’s too hot, too tight.

Another dizzy rush washes over me as I imagine her strangling my cock. Pre-cum gushes out of me, and I grind my hip against the bed for a little relief as I stir my fingers inside her until I feel it—that thin barrier that marks her as untouched.

“This needs to go.” My voice is thicker than ever as I roll the tip of my finger against her hymen. Another finger slides in alongside the first, and with a forceful thrust, I break through.

“Maximo!” she yells, clamping her legs around my head like a vise. “Ouch, that hurts, that hurts. Stop. Please stop.”

“Shhh,” I soothe, pressing her back down with a steadying hand on her belly. “It will only hurt for a few moments, relax.” I return my attention to her clit, using my tongue to distract from the discomfort as I work my fingers in and out, gradually stretching her virgin tightness.

Slowly, her tensed thighs relax, and she loosens her grip on my hair. “Better?” I murmur, glancing up at her. She hesitates, then nods, and I smirk. “It’s better my fingers than my cock. That would have hurt way worse.”

My gaze drifts back between her thighs, and I lick my lips at the sight of her virgin blood slowly dripping out. She tenses again when I lean in. “Maximo, no. You can’t do that, the blood—” Her horrified protests fizzle out into a moan as I lap her up, enjoying the metallic taste of her blood mixed with her sweet cum.

Fucking hell. I need to be inside her. Now.

But I force myself to remain still, fighting the insistent urge riding me.

She needs to come again. She’s still too tight. I lap at her cunt until all traces of her virgin blood are gone before I thrust two fingers inside her while nibbling on her clit like I’m starved. When she starts rocking her hips against me, meeting my thrusts—fuck.

That’s it. That’s fucking it.

I shift back slightly to see her expression, rubbing my thumb on her clit as I curl the fingers inside her upward, moving around slowly, seeking the subtly ridged nerves of her g-spot.

When I find it, I tap it gently—once, twice—until it swells against my fingers, just like her clit did. Then I drag my fingers over it, tickling it.

“MAXIMO!” She screams my name to the ceiling. Her eyes roll back, and her pretty face scrunches up in ecstasy as her cunt tightens around me, gushing out her orgasm.

My chest swells with pride as I lean down to drink up her nectar, still working that g-spot to prolong her pleasure. I’m lost in her, in the moment, in everything she gives me.

One final shudder rips through her before her hands drop from my hair and she collapses limply into the bed, spent and glowing.

I get up from the bed, quickly toeing off my shoes, my body buzzing with anticipation. Just as I’m about to undo my belt buckle, a loud ringing pierces the heated atmosphere. It’s my phone. I freeze, heart pounding as I watch her spread out on the bed for me like a delectable offering. An offering no one is going to distract me from having.

I take the phone out of my pocket, ready to silence it—but Rafael’s name stops me cold. For fuck’s sake. It has to be important as hell if he’s calling me right now.

Squeezing my eyes shut with pain and frustration warring in my chest, I answer the call. “What?!”