Dark Desires

Grab this morally grey mafia romance if you like...
🔥 Dom/Sub Relationship
🔥 Hidden Identity
🔥 Tortured Hero
🔥 Mafia
🔥Opposites Attract

It took three days, but my brother was finally back in Vegas. Every part of me burned with rage as I watched him limp into the house. My palms twitched with anger as I took in the way his body was battered and bruised—a reminder of how close we came to losing him at the hands of Ivanov. I gently pulled him into an embrace, mindful of the damage inflicted, as soon as he was within reach. I needed to feel he was real and that he wasn't just a figment of my imagination.

“Antonio.” My throat tightened with profound guilt, as a heavy sensation settled in my chest. My eyes stung with unshed tears, and a lump formed in my throat, making it hard to swallow.. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“I’m fine, Brother.” He motioned to the sofa. “ Sit down. I’m sure you have questions. I’ll fill you in on everything the best I can. Some of it is still hazy.”

Over the next several hours, Antonio detailed what he could remember during his captivity with Ivanov. Blistering, fiery anger continued to course through my body as he described how Ivanov managed to take him from the parking lot in front of several uniformed officers, and how the motherfucker was now holding his own daughter, Katya, against her will. In Ivanov’s sick mind, his own flesh and blood was a means to getting what he wanted from Matais Silva and my family, after his plan to use Antonio had failed.

“What are we going to do about the Prizrak? Taking Antonio was stupid, but taking his own flesh and blood, that’s war.” I looked at my older brother seething in anger. Massimo was standing beside the man he’d introduced as Bastian Silva, Matais Silva’s brother. Ivanov might have been Katya’s father, but her heart now belonged to Matais—and we would stop at nothing to bring her home to him.

We owed him that much for saving Antonio.

“We found some information showing he has an estate somewhere outside of Vegas. When we find out where, we will pay him a visit,” Bastian explained, his English pretty spot on for a man who rarely came to the States. “Though it won’t be the kind of visit he’ll appreciate.”

“Let me know when. I want to be there.” I folded my arms across my chest and growled. “This motherfucker is going to pay for resurfacing after all these years. He should have stayed in Russia—better yet, our father should have killed him when he had the chance.” Dimitri Ivanov, known as “the Prizrak” in the underworld, was the head of a Russian syndicate. Years ago, our father struck a deal with him, a barter of peace of sorts, that had him leaving Vegas. But now, it seemed he didn’t care about their past agreement…or that he’d pissed us off.

Antonio took a deep breath and looked at Massimo, who nodded. “There is something else you should know, Vin.”

I glanced between my brothers wondering what could possibly be worse than our enemy using my own brother for a means to gain control over our business. “What?”

“There is evidence that Ivanov is the one who killed the chief of police’s daughter and tried to frame you. We know his attempt at trying to take Catarina was a diversion to get to you—he believed you were the one protecting our sister. I just happened to be that poor schmuck there instead.” Antonio shook his head in disgust. I wasn’t sure if it was over what he’d just shared or if he was still beating himself up for allowing them to get the jump on him.

I paced the floor, trying to tame the noise inside my head. My brother was kidnapped because of me—the demon inside me was screaming for blood. I had to get out of there, or I was going to explode. The darkness I fought was always close to the surface, and hearing Dmitri Ivanov was hurting people around me as a way to get to me, woke the monster inside. I needed to funnel my need to punish elsewhere, or it would only lead to bloodshed.

“I need to go. Call me when you have something.”

“Vincenzo.” Antonio stood slowly and fisted his hands at his sides. “Don’t do anything stupid. We need you, okay? Let Massimo and Donny figure out where he is. Then you can have your revenge—but not until then. Don’t try to handle this alone, Fratello.”

“Fine.” I gave him a brief nod, blew out a breath, and then spoke through a clenched jaw. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

As I hurried from the house, I couldn’t help but be aware of my siblings’ stares. Everyone worried I would succumb to my urges to inflict pain on others. The only problem was I‘d already racked up a body count trying to find someone, anyone, who could tell me where Antonio was. My brothers had no idea what I’d done to try and find Antonio—nor would they. I couldn’t tell my family that I’d used the shadows and killed a dozen people in my wake of vengeance.

I quickly returned to the restaurant, to ensure Riley didn’t need me. Satisfied that she had it under control, I found myself pointing my bike toward Onyx, my brother Massimo’s members-only club. I knew exactly what I needed and it was there I could get it safely. Using the controlled environment the club offered was the only way to satisfy my bloodlust without risking something illegal—like murder.

People were more than willing participants in the pain I wielded…hell, some of them enjoyed it more than I did. It was always a mutually beneficial exchange of power.

Onyx was on the second floor of the Velvet Ace Lounge and Casino. Massimo had added it for people with certain sexual kinks or preferences. Initially, I was worried he would be embarrassed that I took part in what the club offered, but he understood why I needed the outlet and said nothing. None of my family wanted to see me revert to the killer I’d once been, so they kept their judgments to themselves.

Once I stepped into the elevator, I leaned my head against the cool surface of its metal walls. Everything was spiraling out of control, and I feared I was already starting to lose myself to the past I’d tirelessly worked to bury. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the threshold that separated me from becoming La Lama once again. That was the old me— the Blade, master of torture. I used to be the Anastasi men feared in their sleep as much as their waking hours. Now I was just a renowned chef, the wielder of knives in a different way.

The silver doors parted, exposing the sleek interior of the club. The leather scent mixed with the hint of sex filled my senses as I stepped onto the plush carpet and scanned the room. Holly was behind the bar, serving several of the scantily dressed members. She glanced my way and smiled as she held up a glass, silently asking if I needed a drink. Shaking my head, I walked in the opposite direction toward the private office in the back, mostly unnoticed by the patrons. I needed to get out of the clothes I had on and get into character—it was the only way I could utterly lose myself.

After setting my helmet on the desk, I stripped off the leather jacket I wore and tossed it onto the chair. I changed into the leather pants I kept at the club for this very reason. It wasn’t hard to find someone willing to submit to me. Women usually begged to play with me.

Most pretended not to know I was an Anastasi out of respect or maybe even a little fear. That didn’t change the fact that I was one of the most desired Doms in the club.

Finding pussy was as easy as snapping my whip.
“Looking for a submissive tonight?” The timbre voice of Max, another member of the club, grinned as he leaned in and spoke into my ear.

I looked over him and smiled. “Yes. You?”

“Nah. I just fucked the hell out of a pretty little brunette.” He tossed back the drink in his hand, “Calling it a night and heading out.”

I raised a brow, wondering if she would want another round with me. “Was she any good?”

“She could barely handle me. There’s no way she can take what I imagine you want to give tonight.” He gave me a knowing grin. Most of the Doms knew I were borderline sadist, which meant whomever I took to the bed had to be into pain.

“What makes you say that?”

“The look in your eyes says you want to punish someone. The girl I just fucked is too green. Tonight was a first for her.” He chuckled. “You’d scare her off for sure.”

“You’re probably right.”

Max patted me on the back and jerked his head toward the bar. “Try the redhead.”

I looked in the direction he motioned to and saw, hands down, the most stunning woman in the club. It looked like she was probably wearing a wig, but a lot of people came here in disguise, so that didn’t bother me. I didn’t want to know them personally—I only wanted their body for the evening.

“Thanks. I’ll do that.”

After leaving his side, I found myself sliding onto the stool beside her. I first ordered a vodka tonic, then leaned in and whispered into her ear, “You looking for a Dom tonight?”

Her head turned toward me, giving me a glimpse of her piercing green eyes. Like two magnets, they drew me into their depths of mystery. The leather mask did nothing to hide their beauty; it only accentuated them.
“Isn’t that why most come here?” The rasp of her voice caused my dick to harden. She spun on the stool and unabashedly scanned my bare chest. “To be dominated.” She bit her lip as her eyes dilated with desire.

“I like it rough. Can you handle that?”

She ran her palm along the ridge of my muscles and pinched my nipple. Leaning in close, as I had done to her moments ago, she pressed her lips against my ear. The heat of her breath sent a shock wave of desire straight to my cock, making my balls pulse with energy.

“Hard. Rough. Painful.” She spoke the words slowly, pausing between each one as if to make a point. I held back my surprise when she tugged my hand between her legs. “It’s got my pussy wet thinking about it.”

My cock strained harder against my pants, threatening to rip open the metal cage holding him in. I stood and took her hand in mine. “Let’s go.”

She followed me into one of the private rooms and shut the door. I walked to the table, pushed it against the back wall, and flicked on the music. The room filled with ‘Sucker for Pain’, which seemed fitting for what I wanted—no, needed—to do to her body.

“Take off your clothes and kneel.” I watched in amazement as she stripped off the corset top and leather skirt she was wearing without hesitation.

Already bare beneath the fabric, she dropped to the floor, ready to be commanded. My hands twitched with uncontrollable need to touch her. Unlike previous subs, this woman had me enthralled in ways I couldn’t explain. Her body was perfect with clothes—without, she was a vision to behold. Even hidden behind the leather mask, her eyes glinted with intrigue. They were the most captivating green I’d ever seen, locking me in place like a leash had been wrapped around my neck. I had no doubt being this up close and personal, that she was wearing a wig, but the fake red locks gave her a sexy fucking vibe that was hard to ignore.

“Do as you please with me, Sir.” Her soft voice broke me from my trance, snapping me back to the present.

Stepping forward, I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Your body will belong to me tonight. Are you prepared to submit yourself to me and only to me?”

She held my gaze, searching my eyes for what I wasn’t sure. Everything about her had me feeling on edge—which was unusual for me. She might not know it yet, but this woman may very well hold the power that would be my undoing.

My cock pressed against the leather, begging to be let loose of the confines. I needed to know she was willing to belong to me—even if it was only for the night. Like a rubber band being stretched to its breaking point, it snapped when she spoke the one word it took to release the monster, pleading to be let out.

“Yes.”