Devious Vow: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance

Part of me rebels when it happens—a screaming part of me that seethes with rage and betrayal when I grab Eloise and slam my mouth to hers.

But I swallow that down, along with her moans.

Because even though my initial self-loathing when I kiss her comes from the fact that it feels like I’m giving her what she wants, despite everything she’s done to me, there’s a flip side to it.

I’m not giving her a thing.

I’m taking what I want.

Whatever our past, whatever our sins, at the end of the day, this woman drives me fucking insane in a way no woman ever did before, or ever will. I haven’t been a saint in the ten years since Eloise LeBlanc crashed into me. But there’s not a single face I can remember. Not a single night I can replay. I’d honestly be hard pressed to recall a name.

With Eloise, I remember. Fucking. Everything.

Every gasp. Every kiss. Every touch, every single second that she was mine. I couldn’t burn it out with booze, drugs, sex, or any other poison I could find. So when my lips taste hers, it’s like waking up from a coma.

None of that means I have to feel a goddamn thing for her, of course. This isn’t about emotions. It’s purely chemical and physical. It’s pheromones, nothing more.

Christ, who even fucking knows.

The point is, I don’t have to forgive her to fuck her. I don’t have to care about whatever drama or bullshit she’s got going on in her marriage to Massimo.

When she first walked into Crown and Black, I told her “I fucking own you”.

Now, I’m going to make good on that promise.

So when I kiss her, it’s not just a kiss. It’s punishment, laced with poison. It’s a venomous chemical addiction that I must sate.

It’s revenge, and it tastes fucking sweet.

Eloise moans like she might come apart at the seams when I kiss her. My tongue delves into her mouth, aggressively tasting and devouring her. When I grab her hips and shove her back against my desk, she whimpers and shudders like she hasn’t even been touched in ten goddamn years⁠—

Wait.

I tense and pull away, relishing the way she desperately tries to chase my lips with hers.

“What the fuck did you mean, he doesn’t touch you,” I snarl.

Her face heats as her teeth rake over her bottom lip.

“I…I mean he literally doesn’t touch me.”

“Massimo,” I growl, “your husband, doesn’t fuck you?”

She swallows, shaking her head.

What. The. Fuck.

It could be so many things—that Massimo is gay and closeted, or asexual, or who knows what. I don’t ask.

Because I don’t give a fuck.

Her scent in my nostrils and her taste on my lips are like delicious toxins seeping into my nervous system.

She’s fucking mine.

When that massive explosion went off in Beirut a few years ago, they later said it was the result of highly combustible fertilizer, TNT, and chemicals being kept cramped together in a warehouse for years. Then there was one spark, and half the seaport of a major city was leveled.

That’s basically what this is with Eloise and I.

I’m the TNT. She’s the chemicals slowly breaking down the last safety measure in place.

And then with one touch, one kiss, my whole goddamn world goes up in flames.

I snarl viciously as I kiss her hard, drowning in her moans as I swallow them down. One of my hands wraps around her throat, the other yanking the buttons of my shirt open. We go crashing backward against the wall behind my desk, a writhing, groaning tangle of limbs and lips.

Somehow, my shirt and jacket end up tossed clear across the room. Her blouse gets yanked half open, and my hands rediscover places on her skin I haven’t touched in ten years.

“The fuck do you mean, he doesn’t touch you,” I growl, groaning as she whimpers into my mouth.

“Exactly what I said,” she gasps, her breathing coming in heavy pants, her hands running greedily and eagerly over my chest.

“So that fuck has never touched you here…”

My hand slides from her neck, down her chest.

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head.

“Or here…”

I cup one of her full breasts, squeezing enough to elicit a deep, guttural moan from her throat.

“No…”

“Here…?”

My fingers pinch her nipple, hard, twisting as she cries out in pleasure. Her nails dig into my abs.

“Alistair…”

“Answer me.”

“No! Never…”

I pinch and twist the other nipple until her legs shake and her mouth falls open. My hand slides lower, teasing over her ribs.

“Here.”

“No…”

I move lower, my fingers tracing over her stomach and feeling her tremble at my touch.

“Here.”

“Jamais…” she breathes.

Never.

My fingers slip into the lace of her panties as my pulse howls like a demon in my veins. As my cock turns to pure steel in my slacks. Eloise whimpers softly, trembling as I twist my hand, my palm against her lower stomach before I push deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper, until my fingertips find the slick, hot, eagerly throbbing nub of her clit.

“Oh fuck…” she chokes.

“What about here,” I rasp into her ear, nipping at the lobe as she shudders.

“No one’s touched me there since⁠—”

“Now they have.”

Her breath hitches, her eyes bulging wide and her mouth falling open when I sink two thick fingers deep into her greedy little cunt. She’s fucking soaked. Her messy pussy eagerly sucks my fingers inside and squeezes them tightly.

“Alistair!” she moans, clinging to me as I start to curl and stroke my fingers in and out of her velvet-soft pussy. My thumb presses on her clit, rubbing and rolling in deliciously slow circles as she trembles against me.

I push my fingers deep inside, stroking against her g-spot as I keep rubbing her clit. My teeth rake down the soft skin of her neck, biting and sucking and probably leaving marks and bruises that I honestly don’t give a fuck about.

My other hand slides up to cup and squeeze her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples as I finger her dripping wet pussy until my whole hand is sticky and slick.

Fuck, do I need her. It’s an urgency I’ve never felt before.

…No, that’s a lie. It’s an urgency I’ve felt exactly once before.

One time. One night. One girl.

And now…here we are again.

I’m two seconds away from bending her over my desk and fucking her until she screams the whole goddamn building down when there’s a loud knock at the door.

Mother. Fucker.

Eloise spasms like she’s just been electrocuted, a terrified gasp on her lips as she struggles to pull away.

That’s not happening.

I keep her pinned to me, pinching hard on her nipple as I sink my fingers deep into her greedy, messy pussy.

“Alistair!” she hisses.

But I ignore her, and the second knock. I’m sure it’s Katerina, and she’s smart enough to know that if she’s knocking and I’m not answering, it either means I’m not here, or to fuck off.

Either way, she’d never just walk in.

So I keep fingering Eloise’s hot little cunt, my thumb rolling her throbbing clit as she bites back a moan, her eyes hooded with lust.

Then that fucking knock comes again.

“Alistair! It’s me.”

Son of a⁠—

Not Katerina. Taylor.

“Look, whatever prickly mood you’re in, I know you’re in there.”

The knob starts to turn.

Shit.

I’m shirtless, with my clothes halfway across the room and my hand in Eloise’s panties.

It’s not an elegant solution, but it’s the only one we’ve got time for.

In one move, I pull my hand out of her thong, yank her to my desk and shove her down into my chair behind it.

“What the fuck?!” she hisses, her face white as chalk.

“I’m not here,” I growl. “You’re working in my office, on my orders. Sell it.”

“What?!”

Eloise gasps, looking terrified as I lurch under my own desk and yank the chair close to it.

“Blouse,” I hiss, just as I hear the door start to open.

Eloise scrambles to button it as I go still under the desk.

The door opens.

“Oh! Eloise?” I hear Taylor say.

“Oh, hi!” Eloise chirps back. “Ms. Crown! I’m… Sorry, were you at the door? I had headphones in.”

It’s a shit plan. But come on, I had one-point-three seconds to put it together. With Eloise sitting at my desk, Taylor can’t tell that she’s got nothing on from the waist down except some very wet panties. I can only hope she doesn’t notice my shirt and jacket on the floor.

“I—” Eloise takes a breath, and I see her legs clench as she comports herself. “Sorry, is this okay? Mr. Black wanted me to finish some stuff up involving some confidential files that he didn’t want leaving his office.”

Taylor chuckles. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, I suppose. Including Alistair letting an associate anywhere near his office without him here.” She laughs again. “But, absolutely fine with me.”

I exhale slowly.

“Is that his shirt?”

Fuck.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Black went down to the sub-basement,” Eloise lies. “He said he had to ‘work through’ some things. He…seemed angry?”

Good girl. All of that tracks if you know anything about me.

Taylor snickers. “Sounds about right. Oh, by the way, you can just call me Taylor. Ms. Crown seems so formal.”

I can see Eloise visibly relaxing under the desk. The problem is, I can also see the slick wet spot on her panties, and the way they cling to every little detail of her pussy. And I’m still rock fucking hard.

This is a bad fucking idea. But everything I do when it comes to Eloise is a bad fucking idea.

She jolts when my finger drags up her slit through the sticky lace. But she covers it with a coughing sound, like she’s just swallowed down the wrong pipe or something.

“You okay?” Taylor asks.

My finger drags up and down Eloise’s slick cunt again. She reaches a hand under the desk to try and grab my fingers, but I snatch her hand with my free one and yank it away.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, Ms. Crown.” Eloise laughs nervously. “Uh…Taylor.”

“You’re settling in okay?”

“Yeah!” Eloise says brightly. “Yeah, I’m⁠—”

She chokes back her words when I slip a finger under the edge of her panties and tug the gusset to the side.

“I’m good, yeah. I know Massimo forced you all to hire me⁠—”

“Please,” Taylor says easily, “it wasn’t like that. Well, okay, cards on the table, yes, it was a condition of his deal. But, Eloise, you’re a good attorney. I talked to some people at your old firm in Chicago, and they had nothing but good—” Taylor pauses, and I can almost picture the concerned look on her face. “Sorry, are you sure you’re okay?”

Oh, she’s very okay. I’ve just started dragging my tongue up her thigh as I rub her clit with my fingers.

“Oh…yeah,” Eloise breathes. “Totally okay.”

“Well, again, don’t overthink it. Sometimes in life we get a leg up or an in somewhere, and that’s fine. Take whatever opportunity presents itself to get where you need to⁠—”

She’s cut off by Eloise coughing again to cover the gasp as my mouth presses between her thighs. My tongue drags up her pussy, hungrily tasting her sweetness as her thighs clamp against the sides of my head. Her hand grabs my hair, trying to push me away. But again, I snatch her hand in mine and yank it back to the side. It’s a firm warning.

So is the little slap I give her inner thigh before I start to devour her cunt again.

“Sorry!” Eloise says. “Something’s been stuck in my throat all morning.”

Taylor laughs it off. “Don’t sweat it. Listen, Eloise, there’s not a lot of female talent in this office. And, I mean, if you ever wanted to grab a drink or something, I’d love for us to get to know each other better.”

Under normal circumstances, I’d have a quip or two about Taylor’s abysmally awkward social skills. I mean, she’s an absolute stone-cold killer of an attorney. But her interpersonal skills smack of a robot reading a teleprompter.

But these, obviously, are not normal circumstances. These are circumstances where I am thoroughly distracted, shoving my tongue as deep into Eloise’s pussy as I can.

“I’d love—” Eloise gasps sharply, squirming on the edge of my office chair as her thighs clamp around my head again. “I’d love to, Taylor!”

“Great! Well, I’ll get going.” Taylor chuckles. “Lest the grump king himself comes stomping back up in a mood.”

“Is he ever not in a mood?”

Taylor laughs.

I return fire by sucking Eloise’s clit hard, making her almost jolt right out of the chair.

“We’ll touch base soon. Seriously, though; if you see Alistair, would you tell him I need to talk to him?”

“Will…” Eloise shivers, her thighs quivering. “Will do.”

The door closes with a click. Instantly, I’m pushing the chair back, shoving Eloise’s legs up until her ankles are on the edge of my desk, and diving between her thighs.

This time, we’re alone. There’s no distraction.

And I’m going to fucking devour her.

Eloise moans and squeals into her arm, shuddering and squirming as I tongue her clit and sink two fingers back into her greedy pussy. Her legs shake, her ankles on my desk as I groan into her pussy. Then her whole body starts to jerk, her velvety walls clamping down around my fingers as her back arches and her hips launch off the chair against my mouth.

“Alistair—!”

She chokes, biting down on her hand to muffle her screams as she comes like a neutron bomb.

Unstable explosives and chemicals.

One spark.

And a detonation to level half a city.

Her sweetness floods my tongue, her thighs clamp down against my head, and her moans fill my ears.