Page 131 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

I groaned; nothing could undo me more than her begging with my name on her pretty lips. I’d pull the stars from the fucking sky just to hear it again and again. “What d’ya want, Little Monster?”

“You. All of you.” She kissed me, her tongue claiming me with possessive strokes that drove me to madness. I grabbed her thighs, hoisting her higher, and slammed her against the wall, knocking some cleaning supplies onto the floor beside us. My jeans were an unwanted barrier between us, but that didn’t stop the gasp that tore from her when I ground myself against her.

“It’s like you’re beneath my fuckin’ skin,” I groaned, and she whimpered. “I didn’t sleep last night thinkin’ of you. Has it always been like this between us?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she shifted her hips, grinding against me. “We don’t exist without each other.”

“But I hurt you,” I hissed, pressing my forehead against hers and closing my eyes.

Her hands cupped my face as she whispered, “You won’t hurt me. I trust you, Maddox. I trust you with my life.”

I shook my head, my jaw pulsing. That was idiotic. I didn’t trust myself with her life, so how could she?

“You can control it. Let me prove it to you,” she husked against my lips. She pushed against my chest, forcing me to let her go, then spun us around and shoved me hard against the wall.

I growled, arousal so intense I didn’t feel triggered by her sudden aggression. It only made me want to fuck the attitude out of her. She licked the column of my throat as she reached for my belt and tugged it free. My eyes widened as she fastened the leather around her neck and dropped to her knees.

“What are you—”

“Showing you I trust you,” she panted, reaching up and undoing my jeans. My rapid breaths were nothing compared to the desire and relentless possessiveness pounding through my veins as she rubbed her palm over the length of my cock. “Fuck my mouth, Maddox. Use me. Strangle me. Be as rough as we both crave it. Your darkness is my darkness. If you’re a monster, so am I.”

A flare of need surged within me, so strong it made me dizzy, my body vibrating with the physical urge to ruin her. To fuck her rough and deep until she couldn’t breathe because she was so full of me. Her body, her mind, her pleasure, I wanted it all. I wanted to consume her, leaving nothing but the pieces I owned, the parts of herself she’d given willingly. Seeing her submit and give herself to me without fear or hesitation drove the worry away.

“Shall I spit on your dick again?” she whispered, a naughty glint in her eyes. Again? For fuck’s sake. Fucking amnesia.

I grabbed her jaw and tilted her head up by the chin. She stared up at me, eyes sparkling with desire and devotion.

“Open,” I growled, giving in to the beast within. She obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, waiting eagerly for anything I’d give her.

I leaned down and spat into her mouth. She moaned, and her eyes fluttered as her fingers moved between her legs, touching herself. I brushed my thumb along her lips, fighting against the last of my restraint.

Fuck.

I ripped my boxers down, panting hard and took my throbbing cock in my hand, guiding it inside her eager mouth. She held herself still, keeping her pleading eyes on mine as I rubbed the tip and my pre-cum all over her tongue.

Slowly, watching every stroke, I glided my dick into her mouth. My hand caressed her curls before fisting them at the back of her head. I picked up the pace. When she wrapped her lips around me, I saw fucking stars. She licked along my slit and swirled around my tip every time I dragged myself back out before plunging back into her mouth, and the feeling was unbelievable.

I’d never enjoyed sex, not with any of the women McKenna forced on me. It was always a release of frustration, nothing more. There was never a desire like this. Like my body had been taken over by an alien, insatiable force.

Soon, I was losing my composure, feeling the darkness crawling across my skin and needing to unleash. The possessive monster in me, which I’d barely kept under control since I saw her standing on the lawn, was demanding I let him play with her. I grabbed the end of the belt, choking her and forcing her to take me deeper all at once. She gasped for a quick breath, then moaned around my cock, her fingers working faster between her thighs.

I watched her, mesmerised by her eyes watering and saliva running down her chin. She was perfect. The sight of her on her knees, taking me so far down her throat that she couldn’t breathe, wanting more, trusting me with more, was too much. That she wanted me more than fucking oxygen… Jesus fucking Christ.

“Fuck, Raya,” I groaned, gritting my teeth to hold back from shooting my load down her narrow throat. I wanted to have sex with her. I needed to know what it felt like to be inside her. What noises I could tear from her soul. I needed to hear her whimper my name as she came on my cock.

But in a cleaning closet? Was I that desperate to take any piece of her I could get?

Yes. Yes, I bloody was.

I released the belt, forcing her back on her feet and picked her up.

“I need to fuck you. Now.”

Our mouths collided, messy and fast, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. With one arm around her waist and the other on her arse, I lifted her until the head of my cock was in line with her pussy. We broke the kiss to stare at each other as I let her sink down on my length, the feel of her vice-like grip on my dick better than anything I’d ever imagined.

“Maddox, oh my God. I’ve missed the way you fuck me,” she gasped against my lips, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as I lifted her again, pressing her back against the wall. I thrust my hips into her, my dick sliding deeper into her tight pussy, and she moaned loudly.

“How do I fuck you?” I growled, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her arse as I eased my dick in and out, filling her up a little more each time until she was taking all of me.