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

The next day

“We killed two more Italians this morning, jefe. Both of them were Leone cousins,” Marco says. 

I’m in my home office, in a meeting with my top lieutenants across all the branches of the business. The producers, smugglers, distributors, suppliers, sales reps, accountants, money launderers, and enforcers are all giving me status updates. I’ve had to rely on them more over the last couple of weeks as my main focus has been getting Tess back.

My phone rings on the desk, distracting me from answering Marco. It’s an unknown number, likely one of the ground level operatives checking in, so I pick up.

“Speak,” I answer gruffly.

An irate voice shouts through the line. “You shot my best friend?”

My eyes close as a violent jolt electrifies my body. I breathe in for the first time in what feels like weeks, almost as if I’d spent the last month holding my breath underwater and am only now erupting past the surface and able to pull in a massive inhale.

“Get out,” I order, moving the phone away from my mouth. When nobody immediately moves, I roar. “Get the fuck out.” 

Understanding passes over Marco’s face and he grins at me, grabbing Arturo by the collar and yanking him out. The others quickly follow suit after them, leaving me alone with the woman on the other end of the line.

My fiancée.

Leaning forward, my hand gripping the phone so tightly I’m afraid it’ll crack under the pressure, I speak my first words to Tess in over a month.

“Amor,” I say, unable to stop the rumble in my voice caused by the intensity of my reaction. I can’t believe she’s calling, that I’m this excited by the prospect of a phone call, like I’m some seventies middle schooler.  NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I hear the way her breath catches between her lips at my rough tone before she masks it away.

“Don’t call me that, you psychopath. You shot Dagny. Are you clinically insane? If you haven’t been diagnosed yet, I’ll gladly be a character witness to your madness.”

Fuck, just the sound of her voice is enough to get me rock hard. Excitement painfully stiffens every muscle in my body. I can’t focus on anything but my need for immediate relief. I won’t be able to access a single rational thought until I come.

I yank my zipper down, reach into my trousers and pull out my cock.

“It was a means to an end.”

“A means to an end? She’s a person.”

I spit into my hand and wrap it around my dick, imagining her electrified by her own anger, shoulders back and cheeks splashed red with emotion. Glaring daggers into me, that fuckable mouth of hers parted as she yells at me.

Groaning, I pump up and down my length with vicious strokes as I picture her irate and within arms reach.

“Shooting her accomplished exactly what I wanted,” I breathe. “Getting your attention. You shouldn’t have run away from me.”

“You absolutely got my attention, you nutjob–” she abruptly cuts herself off when I groan once more. I’m not subtle. This isn’t how I imagined making contact with her again would go, but I’m so dizzy with pent-up lust I can’t think. “What are you doing?” she asks cautiously.

My grip on my cock turns almost violent in response to the cutely inquisitive tone of her voice. My hips roll, thrusting into my hand mindlessly as I search for that peak of pleasure.

“I’m getting myself off to the sound of your voice,” I purr, my own voice thick with arousal.

My head falls against the back of my chair, my throat bobbing as I pleasure myself to thoughts of her.

“Thiago,” she gasps, shocked.

“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck yes, say my name like that.”

She stays quiet and there’s no amount of money in the world I wouldn’t give to see her face right now. To know if she’s silent because she refuses to help me get off or if she’s truly at a loss for words. If I’ve surprised her with the primal, near animalistic need I have for her.

“Keep talking for me, amor,” I encourage, my thrusts picking up in speed and force. “Tell me how much you hate me.”

If only she knew how much I’ve touched myself to thoughts of her, so much so that I wouldn’t be surprised if I develop calluses on my cock from manual overuse.

“I wish I could taste you right now,” I grunt feverishly, thinking back to the way I’d sucked her juices off my finger.

“I’m going to hang up,” she finally says, flushing.

“Don’t,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “I’m close.”

“Find someone to take care of that for you,” she bites.

“I’m trying,” I gasp, my cock jerking at the angry undertone of her voice. “But she keeps running from me.” My toes curl and my muscles tighten as a storm of pleasure gathers in my belly, growing and growing until it’s almost blinding. “So all I’m left with is imagining what it’ll be like when I finally get my hands on her…how I’ll bite her lips and lick her throat and suck on her tight nipples…how I’ll kiss my way down her belly towards that place between her thighs I’ve dreamed of. Fuck, that’s good.”

“Stop.”

I’m panting, muscles coiled as I inch close to a release I’ve been needing for months.

My breath comes faster, my heart galloping in my chest as I approach that elusive climax. “How I’ll part her legs and bury my face deep in that sweet pussy of hers, inhaling her scent and getting drunk off those intoxicating juices. How I’ll fuck her with my fingers, rake my teeth over that needy clit and finally, finally, slide my cock all the way home. I won’t go easy on her,” I growl. “I’m going to make her pay for the weeks of torture. I’m going to fuck her until I fucking break her.”

“Oh, god.”

That one breathy, needy, hardly audible little moan that barely squeaks out past Tess’s lips is all it takes.

I throw my head back and come with an unhinged roar, continuing to pump furiously up and down my cock as cum erupts from my tip and lands on my stomach, my trousers, and my desk, making a mess.

“This is what you do to me,” I pant, breathless. “This is why I need you back.”