Page 18 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“And the rest,” growled asshole number two, his voice thick with arousal. I closed my eyes, reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor, followed by my thong. I kept my socks on. The room fell silent, but I could hear their twisted thoughts louder than any words.

“Has he touched you?”

The question made me look up from behind my hair. Sean ran his eyes over my body and settled it between my legs, making me want to crawl out of my skin. He repeated the question slowly, as if I were stupid.

“Monster. Has he fucked you?”

I shook my head, pressing my lips together.

“We need confirmation,” asshole one said, and my heart plummeted.

“Donal.”

My head whipped around to the high-ranking soldier storming towards me, a sadistic grin on his face. I began backing away towards the fireplace.

“Be my pleasure, Boss.”

My back hit the wall, and as he reached for me, my hand shot out and grabbed a vase from the mantelpiece, smashing it into his head before I tried to run. Unfortunately, it didn’t break, but the impact sent him to his knees. He grabbed my ankle and yanked me down hard, and in seconds I wrestled with him, swinging at him with my fists and kicking and thrashing beneath him until he drew his gun and pressed it to my temple.

I froze as the room came back into view. The men were lounging on the sofas like kings, watching the whole thing with sick amusement and raging boners.

“She may be simple, but she has spirit.”

“Maybe I should add another zero to the price,” Sean laughed, bringing his cigar to his lips. “Get on with it.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed as Donal’s fingers plunged between my legs. I cried out in pain. It didn’t feel anything like Monster’s touch. I clamped up, clawing at his face as he chuckled, pushing his fingers deeper.

“Enough,” Sean ordered. Donal withdrew his fingers with a disappointed groan. “So? Is she still a virgin?”

“After seein’ the size of Monster’s cock, I’d say she’s definitely still a virgin. Her perfect cunt is so fuckin’ tight it’s beggin’ for a cock to destroy it. I suppose it’s up to you all to decide who wants it more.”

Donal grinned down at me, and fury ignited beneath my skin. I smashed my forehead into his nose with all the force I could muster. Blood spurted from his nostrils as he sat back, clutching his nose, and I tried to scramble out from under him. The blow to my cheek and lip sent me flying face-first into the rug.

“I said enough,” Sean snarled, standing from his chair. Donal climbed off me, pinching the bridge of his nose as he called me a feckin’ bitch under his breath. A hand grabbed my bicep and hauled me to my feet. I tasted blood in my mouth, so I knew he’d split my lip.

“Get dressed,” Sean demanded, shoving a pair of pale-pink tracksuit bottoms and a matching hoodie into my hands. “Donal, stop bleedin’ all over the carpet. Get the fuck outta here.”

I put on the oversized clothes, my whole body shaking from the assault, yet relieved that it seemed to be over. For now, anyway. The soldier called Nolan, who always brought Monster his meals, came in, marched me out of the room, and back towards the car. When I was taken back down to Monster’s bunker, I exhaled with relief. The guard outside Monster’s cell gave my handler a look.

“He’s on edge. He hasn’t stopped pacin’ since they took her. I think we should call for backup before we open that door.”

“It’s alright,” Nolan said. “I’ll handle it.” He stepped up to the door and opened the peephole. “Monster. I’m goin’ to open the door and let her back in. I need you to go and stand in the bathroom, yeah? You hearin’ me, mate?”

I pulled the hood up over my head and stared at my wet socks. The side of my face was throbbing. My lip was still bleeding. My pussy felt as if it had been through a car crash. I was vibrating with anger.

“That’s it. Good man. Stay there, alright?”

The door opened, and I was pushed through before it slammed shut behind me. The bolt’s click made me jump, even though I’d heard it so many times before. I lifted my head slightly, out of habit, to check where he was. He was dressed in his fighting clothes, a black T-shirt and cargo trousers, with his arms spread as he gripped the bathroom doorframe. He was deathly still, as always, but his eyes were impossibly dark and fixed on me.

I dropped my gaze, hiding beneath my hood and hair, and shuffled to the chair. I propped my feet beneath me and pulled the blanket over my head. I thought of Sani. I pretended we were kids again, hiding under the duvet from imaginary monsters. Sani would always leap up and attack, pretending to kill them all with his finger guns. But my brave brother wasn’t here, and my monsters were very real.

When I felt a tug on the blanket, I kept my eyes screwed shut. It slid off my head and settled on my chest. I stayed still, retreating into myself as I always did when things became too much. He carefully brushed my curls from my face, his movements so slow and oddly tender that they forced my eyes open. He was crouching in front of me, his obsidian eyes fixed on my red, swollen cheek and the cut on my lip. His nostrils widened, and his lips tightened into that deep scowl. I shrugged him off, turning my face away. My body was still in survival mode; my throat was constricted, preventing me from forming a word, even if I wanted to.

He stood up abruptly and stormed to his side of the bunker. He sat on the edge of his bed, clenched his fists and dropped his head to his chest. I tugged off the ruined socks that were making my toes numb, then threw the blanket back over my head.

What felt like an eternity later, a knock on the steel door made my whole body tense. Had they decided who was willing to pay the highest price for my virginity?

“Monster!” Nolan called. “Let’s go.”