Devious Vow: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance

My mouth falls open as heat explodes in my cheeks.

“Alistair—”

I whimper as he looms over me, his lips brushing mine as his mouth slips to my cheek. I can feel his breath in my ear as his hand slides sensually over my hip, pulling me against his rock-hard body and the obscenely fat bulge in his pants.

“Massimo is setting up a high stakes poker game out there,” he growls quietly. “He wants me at the table, and he’ll be looking for you soon.”

I shudder. “Then I should go⁠—”

My breath catches sharply as Alistair’s hand slips behind me and grabs my ass possessively. Heat throbs in my core as my body trembles.

“There’s a scene in Casino Royale, when Bond tells Vesper to come to the poker game at a certain time, because he wants the table to be distracted by her beauty.”

I swallow. “Is that what you want me to do?”

“No, princess,” he growls. “I want you to walk in at a certain time with my cum filling your panties and drying on your fucking skin, so that when I look at you while I’m sitting across the table from Massimo, I’ll remember that I’ve already beaten him.”

It’s outrageously hot. But at the same time, it gives me pause.

“Is that what this is?” I whisper. “I’m just a prize you get for beating Massimo⁠—”

“You’re not just anything, Eloise,” Alistair hisses as his teeth rake down my neck. He nips at my earlobe, making me moan sharply. “You’re the whole fucking deal.”

He bites down on my ear again, making me yelp as heat and lust gather in my core. He cups my breast and drags his mouth up my jaw to my lips. He kisses me deeply, making me whimper as he pinches my nipple through my dress.

And I come alive.

My hands are suddenly all over him, desperately yanking at his shirt and kissing him eagerly as I melt against him. His shirt opens, and my pulse thuds in my ears as I slide my fingers over his bare skin, my fingertips tracing his muscles and his tattoos.

He suddenly spins me, pinning me to the edge of the desk and yanking my dress up over my hips. He grabs my ass possessively as he reaches up to pull the top of my dress down, letting my breasts spill out. He swats my ass hard with his palm, making me yelp in pleasure and need as I squirm back against him.

“You still think I’m the good guy, Eloise?” he growls as he yanks his pants open. I whimper as I feel him pull his big, thick cock free, letting it slap heavily against my ass.

“Is that what has your greedy little pussy so fucking wet for me?”

I moan as he cups me through my soaked panties, his finger rubbing up and down my seam as my legs start to shake.

“Because you think I’m the good guy?”

“No,” I choke.

“You’re not under some mistaken impression that you’re a good girl, are you?”

“Alistair,” I moan, my back arching as I desperately push back, needing more of his touch. Fuck, it’s like a craving I can’t ever sate. Like an itch that I keep scratching, but it keeps coming back, and he’s the only one who can reach it anyway.

“Because I’m not a good guy, Eloise. And you are definitely not a good girl.”

I yelp again as he spanks my ass with hard, deliberate swats. A moan rips from my throat as he sends electric sparks through one cheek, then the other, then back to the first until my ass is on fire.

My back arches again as he grabs my soaked panties and yanks them down to mid-thigh.

“Because a good girl, Eloise,” he murmurs, bending over me. He grabs my hair in a fist, pulling it to the side so that his lips can brush my ear. “Doesn’t bend over her husband’s desk like a greedy little slut, begging another man to give her the fucking she needs.”

Holy shit.

“Is that what you need, princess?” he rasps into my ear. I shudder when his hand slips up my inner thigh and cups my bare pussy. “To get fucked like you need?”

He strokes a finger through my lips, collecting my wetness before dancing closer to my clit. He rubs it in slow, deliberate circles, and my jaw falls open when he sinks two fingers deep into my pussy.

“Please—”

“Show me how bad you want it, princess.”

His hands slip from between my legs. I turn instantly, sinking to my knees in front of him. I look up at his clenched jaw and piercing blue eyes, my panties down and my dress still hiked up around my waist.

I wrap my small hand around Alistair’s massive, throbbing cock. My pulse skips and my core clenches tightly as I slowly stroke the hot velvety skin over the rock-hard iron underneath.

I wet my lips with my tongue and then raise up and forward to kiss the swollen crown of his cock. Alistair groans. I moan myself when he grabs a fistful of my hair.

“Open your mouth, baby girl.”

Fuck.

I do as he says, opening my mouth as wide as I can as he guides himself over my pouty lips. I drink in the way he hisses in pleasure as they close around him, and the thrill of tonguing his head as he tenses up is like the purest crack cocaine.

Alistair grunts as his grip on my hair tightens. His jaw grinds as he rocks his hips, shallowly fucking my mouth as my pussy starts to leak down my thighs.

“Good girls don’t get on their knees and let their bosses fuck their bratty mouths.”

I slurp wetly and loudly on him before I pull away with a lick.

“What makes you think I’m a good girl?”

“I don’t.”

“You want me to be your bad girl, sir?” I purr, looking at him with big, innocent eyes and pouty lips as I lean up to plant a kiss on the swollen head.

Alistair suddenly snaps, yanking me up off my knees and slamming me against the desk.

“You already fucking are.”

He spins me around and cups my pussy again. His fingers roll my clit as he sinks his thumb into me and drops to his knees. I yelp and moan when he spanks my ass once again, making the tender skin explode with heat before soothing it with his mouth.

His lips and tongue drag all over my ass, moving lower, until suddenly my eyes go wide when his tongue lands on my puckered little hole.

“Oh God…”

“It’s not God’s tongue in your ass that’s going to make you come for me, princess,” he growls. “It’s fucking mine.”

No preamble. He doesn’t “tease” my ass. He plants the tip against my hole and starts to snake it right in.

And my world. Fucking. Melts.

It’s so fucking sinful and dirty—so fucking wrong. But then, all of this is. All of “us”—whatever “we” are—is.

Maybe that’s actually what I’m addicted to. Maybe it’s the filthy, “wrong” thrill that makes me not just forget the past, but also not care about it. What draws me to this man like a moth to a flame.

It’s what has me burning for him, arching my back, and whining for more as he tongues my ass, fingers my pussy, and rolls my clit.

Alistair groans into me, the rumbling sound of his need for me sending me higher and higher as his mouth and his hands move all over me. His tongue swirls, and I choke back a silent scream as I feel my core begin to clench.

“Alistair…”

His palm comes down on my ass with hard spank just as he pinches my clit. I twist my head, biting down hard on my forearm to muffle my screams as the final trigger pulls. I choke, writhing and twisting under his tongue and his fingers as I start to come.

Alistair stands behind me, spreads my thighs with his knee, and centers his huge, swollen dick against my eager slit.

“Fuck me,” I pant, whimpering as I cling to the desk, waiting for him to slide in.

Alistair just chuckles darkly.

“Uh-uh,” he growls quietly. “Bad girls don’t get fucked.”

He leans over me, wrapping my hair around his hand as his lips brush my ear.

“Bad girls do the fucking.”

Holy shit.

“You want this cock, princess?” he growls again. “Then show me how well you can fuck it.”

Every inch of my skin tingles. Every nerve ending throbs. I can feel his thick head spreading my lips, hovering right there at my opening.

I start to push back, moaning as I impale myself on his fat cock. Christ, he’s so fucking big, and I can feel myself stretching open for him as I push back onto inch after thick inch.

Alistair stays perfectly still, gripping my hair with one hand and guiding my hips with the other.

“There we go,” he groans. “Such a pretty, filthy, eager little slut, taking every inch of my fat cock.”

I start to moan louder, whimpering with need as I keep pushing back. Goddamn, there’s still more of him—there’s no end to his cock, even when it feels like he’s filling me to my absolute limit.

For a second, I pause, my breath catching, my pulse thudding, my toes curling as my legs quiver.

“Oh, I know you can take more than that, princess,” Alistair growls darkly.

My teeth grit and a tremor of heat ripples down my spine.

Yes, I can. I’m desperate to.

I push back, shrieking in pleasure as I sink the last inch and a half down onto his huge dick and feel his balls against my clit.

“That’s a good girl,” he groans, gripping my hair and my hip tightly.

I pull forward, feeling my pussy cling to his thickness wetly as I drag back off almost every inch of him. When I can feel his head about to pop out of me, I push back with a cry of pleasure until I can feel my ass against his abs again.

“Fuck yes, more,” he rasps, his cock swelling even thicker in me as I start to ride him. He tugs my hair sharply, sending tiny explosions through my nerve endings that only spur me on. I thrust back harder, choking as I sink down on every fucking inch of him. Then again, and again.

And again.

Alistair grunts, spanking my ass as I squeal in pleasure and bounce on his cock. My whines and moans grow louder and louder, until suddenly he reaches up and clamps his free hand over my mouth as his other one pulls my hair.

That’s when the brakes fall off. That’s when I lose all control, all sense of sanity, and all grip on reality as I start to thrust back onto his cock like I’m a woman possessed.

Over and over, I can feel myself taking every thick inch of him on the back thrust, and then grip every slick, swollen, veined inch of him on the reverse. My ass smacks against his rock-hard abs and chiseled hip V, his heavy balls slapping my clit with every thrust.

“Faster, princess. I want to see how much you need that fucking cock,” he hisses.

My eyes roll back. My mouth goes slack under his clamped hand as I throw my ass back against him over and over, fucking and fucking and fucking his huge, perfect cock until my world begins to shatter at the edges.

With a choked cry, my nipples dragging across the wood of the desk beneath me and my hips bruising against the edge of it, I slam back onto every inch of him as I explode.

I scream into his hand as my pussy clamps down tight around him. My body spasms and jerks, writhing and twisting on his cock as my toes curl in my high heels.

Alistair groans, rocking his hips tight against me. His cock swells thick inside of me and starts to pulse, pumping his hot cum deep inside me as I come around him.

With a grunt, he pulls out, and I whimper as I feel the last hot ropes of his release splatter on my ass, my stretched pussy, and my thighs.

I’m shaking as he pulls me up, slowly turns me, and lifts my chin. His eyes burn into mine as his mouth closes the distance, kissing me and sucking the very air from my lungs as I cling to him.

“We have a small problem.”

I tense, my heart skipping. “Was I too loud?”

He smirks. “No. I can’t go out there and sit at that poker table smelling like your sweet pussy.”

A tremor teases up my spine.

“Oh?” I blush deeper, biting my lip as our eyes lock. “Should I…do something about that?” I purr.

“I think a really good girl would clean her cum off of my cock, just to be safe.”

Fuck, the way this man carves his way into the darkest, dirtiest, sluttiest parts of me and just…lives there, rent-free.

I drop to my knees again. I open my mouth, dragging my tongue up the underside of his still-hard dick. Alistair groans, his muscles flexing and his hand slipping into my hair as I tongue his cock—up one side, then down the other, eagerly tasting myself on him.

I tease my tongue over the slit in the tip, tasting the drop of cum that beads out of it. My lips part, and before I know it, I’m taking his cock into the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hand tightening in my hair. I moan around him, lost in my own need for more as I hum and suck on his swollen dick. My cheeks hollow and my lips tighten around him as I bob up and down, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth.

Alistair’s abs clench. His eyes spark with lust as they lock with mine, watching me inhaling his cock and tonguing the underside.

He chokes out a groan, his muscles clench, and I feel his swollen dick pulse in my mouth. I whimper, swallowing eagerly as his warm cum floods my tongue. I can feel it leaking out the corners of my lips, a single drop trickling down my chin to drip onto my breast.

With a gasp, I pull off him, lost in a haze of desire as I squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.

I suddenly blush as reality catches up to me and I realize how unbelievably slutty I must look. But Alistair just holds my gaze unblinkingly as he shakes his head, smiling, and pulls me to my feet.

“You’re fucking perfection, princess,” he murmurs softly, tilting my chin up as his lips descend. “Such a good girl.”

God, does that make something warm flood through every single part of me. When he kisses me, completely heedless and uncaring of the fact that he just came in my mouth, I moan as I sink against him.

Suddenly, I stiffen. “We need to get back out there.”

His brow furrows. “Shit. Yes.”

We both start to fix our clothes. I make to walk over to the bar cart in the corner, where there’s a stack of cocktail napkins. But Alistair guesses my intention, and stops me with a tug on my wrist.

“Uh-uh,” he growls, reaching down and pulling my panties up for me, tugging them tight against the sticky wet cum coating my thighs and between them. “Remember,” he murmurs into my ear, “when you walk into that poker game, I want to look at you and know my cum is still marking your skin.” His eyes flicker. “I want to look at you and know how fucking mine you are.”

How fucking MINE you are.

Ten minutes later, after Alistair has already rejoined the party, I descend from the second level, having taken a back staircase up to avoid suspicion. The glowy, fluttery feeling in my stomach persists as I start down the stairs into the main living area.

There’s a big poker table set up in the middle of the floor, with a crowd circling the players—including both Massimo and Alistair—sitting at it.

“Ahh, there she is!”

Massimo turns to grin at me as I walk down the stairs. Every eye in the room is on me as well, and I am suddenly hyper aware of the fact that I’ve got Alistair’s cum soaking into my panties and still on my tongue.

It’s both exhilarating and terrifying.

“The game, gentlemen, is Texas Hold ‘Em,” Massimo says.

I come to a stop at the bottom of the staircase, my pulse quick as it thumps in my ears. Massimo turns and nods at the dealer, who starts to shuffle the cards.

“And now we can start playing.”

“Finally!” Carmine Barone, who’s also sitting at the poker table, crows.

“Patience, my friend,” Massimo grins. He clears his throat and takes a sip of his drink, drumming his fingers on the felt table next to his cards. “This will be one hand, winner take all. But,” he adds sharply when some of the players start to look confused, “this particular hand will be worth it, I can assure you.”

“Oh yeah?” Carmine chuckles as Alistair’s brow furrows, his eyes darting to mine. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to sweeten the pot,” Massimo murmurs in strange, slightly edged voice that scares me.

Don Genovisi, also at the table, chuckles. “I have it on good authority that you just picked up a vintage Aston Martin, Massimo.” He smirks. “You sweetening the pot with the keys and title to that?”

There’s a round of chuckles and laughter from the other players and surrounding crowd.

Massimo just smiles chillingly.

“Oh, I can do better than a car, Michael.”

I stiffen, a cold premonition washing over me as his eyes swivel to lock onto me.

“The winner of this hand gets my wife.”