Page 164 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

I smiled.

“I reckon Da would want me to send you back to hell in pieces. What d’ya think, Sean?”

Incoherent sounds vibrated from behind his sealed mouth. I turned and dragged six wooden trunks into place, leaving them open in front of him. Whenever I’d take a life, I’d try to make it as swift as possible, but not today. Today, I was going to take my motherfucking time.

“First, I’ll skin you alive and put it all in here,” I said, pointing to a trunk with my knife. “Then muscles.” I pointed to the next and continued along the row. “Organs. Bones. Cartilage.” I stopped behind the last one and looked at him. “And this one is for your head. You always liked a good beheadin’.”

His single eye stretched wide. The stench of fear from a panicked man filled the air.

I closed my eyes and breathed in. It smelled fucking fantastic.

Found Us In The Dark

Something wet and heavy clamped over my mouth, jolting me from an already restless sleep. My violent gasp was muffled by a hand as I blinked against the darkness of my room. My heart lurched into my throat at the sight of a shadowy figure looming over me. The sharp scent of iron hit me next. Blood. So much blood.

My body bucked beneath him, ready to fight, but then I heard him breathe. A slow, ragged sound I knew better than my own. I stilled, sinking into the mattress as he dragged his hand off my mouth and down to my chin, smearing my skin with sticky, thick blood.

“Maddox…”

His black eyes found mine in the dark. I expected to stare into his usual empty, hollow black holes, knowing he’d be lost to his darkness after spending the entire day and night in that cell with Sean. But they weren’t empty. They burned.

The darkness that had always lived within them had caught fire. He looked intoxicated by freedom and violence. And by me.

Blood dripped from his hair onto my face and pillow. My eyes roamed over his blood-streaked face and down to his shirtless, ripped torso that was painted with even more of it. I was searching for a wound, checking this wasn’t his, but in my gut, I knew it wasn’t. It was Sean McKenna’s.

His fingers found my jaw with unbearable slowness, as though he were exploring me in a whole new way. They travelled down my throat and over my chest, decorating me like some kind of satanic ritual.

“I killed him.”

His hand slid over the silk fabric covering my tits, the deep red staining my ivory slip dress and leaving fingerprints as he gently squeezed my breast. My breathing hitched, heat spreading south between my legs.

“I broke him, piece by piece,” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “Until there was nothing left.”

His hand curled into the delicate fabric and tore it with a soft rip. It fell apart down the middle until it dropped to the mattress at my sides. Maddox’s wild eyes admired my naked body, his hand following their trail over my tits, down my stomach and across my thighs.

A moan slipped past my lips as I fell into a sinkhole of unholy desire. I knew I shouldn’t be so turned on by the sight of him like this. But I was.

Maddox, in that moment, was both man and monster. Sean didn’t own him anymore. The moment he took his last breath, the chains around Maddox’s soul shattered. And he’d come to me. He’d craved me before he’d even processed it.

I sat up, moving onto my knees on the mattress in front of him. He stood straight, his hand still caressing and claiming, needing to touch me to ground himself in something real. Placing my hands on his hips, I searched his face.

Then I leaned in, holding his gaze, and pressed a kiss to his blood-soaked abs. His lips parted. I dragged my tongue across them. A deep groan rumbled from his chest. His fingers disappeared into my curls, fisting them at the back of my head as if he were afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t hold on tight.

The taste of Sean’s blood on his inked and scarred skin drove me into a frenzy of need and relief. The bastard was gone. The man who murdered my brother, kidnapped me, and tried to destroy the man I love finally got what he deserved. We’d celebrate his death the way we needed to.

Maddox dropped his head back and closed his eyes, his breathing uneven as I dipped my hand beneath his waistband and wrapped it around his hardening dick. With slow, grounding strokes, I brought him back to me as I continued to lick him clean, sharing in his darkest sins.

The beast inside him snapped, and he yanked me up to his mouth by my hair. His tongue claimed every inch of my mouth as I moaned into the desperate kiss. He grabbed a handful of my ass and hoisted me off the bed and into his body. My legs circled his hips as we became possessed with devouring each other, needing more than we could physically get.

My back slammed against my bedroom wall, caging me between a hard surface and even harder muscles. With one hand, he ripped his jeans down his thighs, leaving them there as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me. We both moaned with a painful kind of pleasure, our lips still attached and tongues chasing.

I couldn’t think or even breathe when he drove into me, deeper and deeper, until there was nowhere left to go.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked with desperation as his body trembled against mine. “You are my fuckin’ salvation.”

He drew in a sharp breath as his hand circled my throat, firm enough to lift my chin until our eyes met. His teeth grazed my lower lip, sending a shiver through me that made me clench around his cock. He groaned as if it were nearly the end of him.

“I don’t deserve you,” he husked, dragging himself out of me to the tip and then thrust back in. My eyes fluttered at the pressure on my throat and inside my pussy. “But I’m keepin’ you, anyway. Forever, Little Monster.”