Devious Vow: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance
Devious Vow: Chapter 16

It’s the way he touches me that does it. Like I’m his to do with what he wants.

If it was literally anyone but Alistair, I’d probably scream or turn violent. With him, it’s different somehow.

Always has been, always will be.

I took one of those cheesy “love language” tests once. Mine is touch, and I want to say some of this insane physical chemistry with Alistair, this need I have for him, comes from me being touch-starved.

But it’s not just pent-up sexual frustration, or being starved for intimacy.

It’s him.

His touch, his scent, his dark energy that swirls around me and consumes me. Even when I was furious with him back then, or told myself I hated him, or we were at each other’s throats, I could never escape the feeling of being utterly safe with him. He’s always felt like home to me.

It’s why, despite our war back in school, what happened in the elevator the night of the blackout…happened.

It’s also why I shut down later, and never let anyone else in.

And it’s why ten years later, despite every iota of logic, reason, and survival instinct screaming how bad an idea this is, I’m still aching to let him in again. It’s why I can’t pull away, why I can’t stop this.

I’m not sure either of us can.

Alistair’s hands slide over my ribs, running down my body to grip my hips and yank them against him. I moan as he tilts my face up to his, his lips crushing against mine hard enough to bruise as he devours my mouth.

He yanks my blouse out of my skirt as my fingers feverishly race to rip the buttons open on his dress shirt. Our clothes drop to the floor in a blur as I whimper and moan into his lips. I shudder with a manic sort of desperation at the feel of hot, warm skin against my own.

Brain synapses that have lain dormant for ten years fire. The touch-starved part of me comes electrically alive as my nipples graze against his bare chest. As his tongue dances with mine. As his hands hold me possessively against him.

I gasp when he suddenly grabs my ass and lifts me up. He swallows my moans as my legs wrap around his muscled hips, my pulse roaring as he storms across the room carrying me. He sets me down on the edge of his desk, and I groan in anticipation when he reaches past me and uses his arm to clear the whole damn thing in one swipe.

Phone, lamp, books, files…they all go cascading to the ground as Alistair groans into my mouth. He fists a hank of my hair, and I gasp when he tugs it back, pulling my mouth from his.

“Why are you stopp⁠—”

“Because we need to get one thing straight first,” he rasps.

“Which is?”

“This doesn’t change a fucking thing between us.”

My brow furrows. “You mean if⁠—”

“Oh, there’s no if.” I jolt as he shoves my skirt up to my waist and slides his hand between my legs. His finger begin to rub my soaking wet pussy through my panties, making my jaw go slack and my eyes roll back.

“I am going to fuck you, Eloise,” he growls, rolling my clit under the pad of his finger. “But nothing changes.”

“Still enemies?”

“That seems…harsh,” he growls, groaning as I reach between us and cup the thick bulge in his pants.

Holy fuck. I remember him being big, but…Jesus. Do dicks not stop growing after a certain age?

“But true,” I gasp, choking out a moan as his finger slips under the edge of my panties to stroke my bare lips.

“I mean it. This doesn’t change us.”

“There is no us,” I fire back, yanking his belt open.

“Exactly.”

“And there won’t be.”

“I think I like the new Eloise more than I was expecting.”

“Don’t go getting all…oh fuck…” I whimper as he sinks two fingers into me, stroking against my g-spot as my core melts. “Sentimental…on me.”

“Coming on you, yes. But you don’t need to worry about sentimentality.”

I whimper as his mouth crushes to mine with a brutality that somehow makes me even wetter.

“You’re still you,” he growls. “And I’m still me.”

“I’m aware of…Alistair—!” I choke as he shoves me down across his desk.

“You’re still my fucking employee, I’m still your goddamn boss, and I still trust you about as far as I can throw you. Is that fucking clear?”

He says all of this with his fingers stroking my g-spot and his muscles rippling in the low light of his office, his eyes piercing into mine.

“Eloise.” He growls savagely, fingering me even harder as I start to moan. “Is. That. Clear.”

“Yes, sir.”

Something dark flickers triumphantly in his eyes, and his jaw grinds as I whimper out the words.

“Good girl.”

He all but rips my panties off my legs, grabs my thighs, shoves my knees up and lewdly apart, and drops between my legs. And suddenly, his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue snaking around my clit.

Merde…

My back arches like he’s touched me with a live wire. My vision goes black at the edges as his mouth hums against my pussy and his tongue dances over my aching clit. He groans into me, shoving my legs back even further and plunging his tongue into me.

I cry out, writhing and squirming on the desk, my thighs desperately trying to clamp around his ears. But he’s too strong, and he keeps them exactly where he wants them as he devours my pussy like I’m his first meal after being stranded on a deserted island for a year.

It’s not just frenzied licking. The man is gifted. Frighteningly so. It’s like he’s inside my freaking head and knows every single place to touch and taste me, and how fast, and how hard, to have me shuddering and trembling and turning into a puddle on his desk.

My whines and moans fill the office, my hands cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples as my head lolls back. I drop one hand, sliding my fingers into his hair. Instantly, he’s grabbing it.

“Greedy girl.”

He snatches both of my hands and plants them on the backs of my thighs.

“Hold your legs apart,” he growls in a demanding tone. “Keep them just like that.”

When I start to open my mouth to protest, he spanks my ass, making me yelp and whimper, before his mouth delves back to my slick, swollen pussy. His tongue drags up my lips, swirling around my clit as he sucks it between his lips. His fingers curl into me again, coaxing me higher and higher, until suddenly, I feel everything start to detonate.

“Alistair…”

I’m coming so hard it’s almost embarrassing. My body arches off his desk, my legs shaking as my fingers dig into the flesh at the backs of my thighs. My moans fill his office as I come on his tongue, spasming from head to toe as he keeps humming and sucking on my clit until it happens all over again.

Suddenly, he pulls away and stands between my legs. My pulse thuds as his abs clench and his forearms ripple as he reaches for his pants. The button pops, the zipper is next, and they drop.

Holy what the fuck.

Alistair is huge. As thick as my wrist, and long, with a swollen, gorgeous head and veins running up the entire length of him. He fists his cock slowly, stroking himself as he steps between my thighs. My eyes drop to the clear bead at the slit in his crown. Then I’m gasping quietly as he pushes my thighs apart and stokes the head over my slick lips.

He pauses for just a second, his eyes sweeping slowly over me as if drinking me in. Something fierce and wild sparks in his eyes as he grabs my hips and centers his swollen cock right at my entrance.

“What a fucking idiot,” he murmurs.

I frown. “Who?”

“Massimo,” he growls quietly. “For never doing this.”

Oh, FUCK.

My breath whooshes out of me, and my whole body ignites with heat as Alistair starts to push into me. He doesn’t just ram inside, thank God, because his dick is honestly gigantic. He guides himself in slowly, easing inch after inch into my tight, soaking pussy, and my entire body begins to melt with pleasure.

“Prends-moi,” I moan softly, gasping wide-eyed as I stare between my legs. He’s so fucking big, and God does it look hot as he stretches me open to fit inside. I whimper over and over, gasping and trembling with pleasure as he slowly pushes more and more of his cock into me.

Finally he’s all the way in, stretching me to my absolute limit and filling me so deep it feels like he’s in my fucking throat.

I choke out a gasping moan, my toes curling as my hands slide down my body to grip my thighs and pull them even wider open.

“There’s a good girl.”

It’s the second time he’s called me that. And same as the first time, it unlocks something inside me. Those two little words push me over the line from eager and turned on to wanton and dick-crazed.

“Fuck me…” I choke.

“Oh, I plan to.”

He slides out, and then sinks right back in, making me whine loudly as I arch my back and the sensations ripple through me.

He’s right: this doesn’t change anything. He’s still him, and I’m still me, and there’s still the bloody battlefield between us littered with the aftermath of our war.

But I want what I want, and despite who he is and all that’s happened between us…

He still fucking feels like home.

I don’t know what the hell that means, or what it says about me, and I don’t care. Right now, all I know is his body and mine melding together, and the pure heat and desire that has ignited inside me.

Alistair groans, his hands sliding up my body to grip me tightly around the waist. His hips roll, the V-line grooves under his abs rippling as he thrusts into me. He starts slowly, but gradually he starts to fuck me harder and deeper, until the wet, slapping sounds of his thick cock plunging into my eager pussy fill the room alongside my moans.

His hands move higher, cupping my breasts and squeezing them. He pinches my nipples mercilessly, bringing a cry of pain mixed with pleasure to my lips that sizzles through my brain. His hips roll faster, his cock ramming into me as he wraps my hair in his fist and roughly pulls me upright into a sitting position on the edge of his desk.

Alistair kisses me fiercely, letting me taste myself on his tongue as my legs wrap around his waist. His gorgeous cock fucks into me over and over, until we momentarily break apart, gasping for air. His forehead drops to mine, our eyes an inch away from each other as we fuck each other raw.

“Fuck…” I choke, shaking. “Me…”

“Such a greedy little thing,” he growls. “And so very desperate for my dick.”

“Arrogant bastard.”

“Princess.”

“Fuck…you.”

“Sorry, I’m far too busy fucking you.”

He plunges into me hard, each thrust punctuating his words, and suddenly my body starts to clench. A ball of heat forms in my core and then explodes outward. It hits all my nerves, rippling through my system and igniting every little bit of me until it hits my extremities, shooting out of my fingers and toes as my eyes go wide and the scream is in my throat.

“Alistair—!”

“No need to yell, I’m right here,” he grunts. “Now why don’t you be a good girl and fucking come all over my big, fat, hard cock.”

Everything goes white as I detonate. My senses blur, and I’m only barely aware of my whole body wrenching and writhing before his mouth crushes to mine, swallowing my cries. Alistair grunts, thrusting his perfect cock deep inside me as I feel him swell and start to pulse.

It pushes me over the edge again, and instantly, I’m coming a second time as his hot, sticky cum spills into me.

As his arms wrap tight around me, and his hands grip me. Like I’m his.

The scariest thing isn’t that I might be.

…It’s that I might never not have been.