Page 37 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

I nodded, grateful he was talking me through this. He slowly eased his hand from my mouth and covered my lips with his. He kissed me roughly, lapping his tongue against mine and driving desire back to the surface.

I’d never felt so full as he kept himself buried inside me, letting me adjust to the sensation. A deep ache built in my lower stomach; my body was desperate for him to move, and I shifted a little beneath him. He took the hint and slowly dragged his dick all the way out, only to slide back. It still burned. It still felt sore. But the pain wasn’t as sharp. And the more he moved, the nicer it felt.

He grabbed my hands and entwined them, pinning them to the mattress with his as he picked up his pace. A needy moan slipped between our lips as we kissed, and he smirked, looking so fucking sexy that all the tension melted from my muscles.

“Feeling better now?” he mumbled against my lips before biting my bottom one between his teeth and tugging on it. I moaned like a bloody pornstar in response. It felt fantastic. “Fuck, you’re going to be the end of me,” he growled, glancing down between us where he was sliding in and out of me. “You’re so tight, it’s driving me insane.”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” A little white lie. There was still pain, but I think it was more to do with how big his cock was than the virginity factor. Mostly, it felt unbelievable. And I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted to see how insane I truly made him. “Give me more. I can take it.”

“You want me to make you cry again, Little Monster?” he growled, quickening his pace. I moaned and gasped, nodding.

“Yes. More, please.”

He unleashed. He started pounding into my pussy, pushing my leg up over his shoulder and biting my lower lip between his teeth as I gasped. He fucked like an animal. Ruthless, hard and fast. The pain and pleasure mixed into a blend of intense sensations I felt all the way to my toes. Tears streamed down my face as I held onto his back, burying my screams into his neck so they were muffled.

There was something consuming and dangerous building inside me. Something I couldn’t describe. It felt like the start of an avalanche, spreading through me, seeking an outlet. But I couldn’t let it go. It was too terrifying.

Monster’s feral groans and growls only intensified the feelings. I started shaking my head, not knowing what to do. His hand slid between us, and his fingers rolled over my clit, and then I was coming. Too hard and too fast. With his hand over my mouth, silencing the scream, my whole body violently shook beneath him.

“Holy fuck,” he gritted, and then he came too, thrusting into me and losing his rhythm. His hips jolted, and then he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. After a few seconds, he lifted himself and brushed my hair from my face. “You good?”

“I think so. Yeah,” I breathed, feeling oddly emotional. Was it meant to feel like this? Somehow, despite where we were, that felt like the closest thing to freedom I’d ever known. He ruined me. Completely, deliberately and without apology.

He kissed me without any tongue. Just his lips bruising mine, devouring me with passion and hunger that still burned in my belly.

An unexpected sob tore from me, along with a small, nervous laugh, and he stared at me in alarm. He probably thought I’d lost the plot. Which only made me want to cry and laugh even harder.

“Sorry,” I choked as he wiped away a tear with his thumb. “This just feels like a moment, you know? A life-changing one.”

He gave me a crooked smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Were you saving yourself for someone else?”

“No.” I shook my head. Now definitely wasn’t the time to mention M. Or the Russian heir I might or might not be expected to marry if I ever got out of this alive. But honestly, the thought of doing that with anyone other than Monster now felt… unwanted.

He frowned when I winced and wriggled, feeling a little uncomfortable that he was still inside me.

“Shite,” he grumbled when he realised. “I’ll pull out. Might hurt. Ready?”

“Yes.”

I sucked in a breath as he slid all the way out, leaving me feeling horribly empty. I glanced down at my body as he took off the condom and was relieved to see there wasn’t much blood. He moved to my side and lay down, pulling me into him and burying his face in my hair. I hadn’t expected him to hold me afterwards. I was so pleasantly surprised; I lay like an ice sculpture in his arms. I didn’t want to do anything that might make him pull away.

“Are you cold?” he asked, sensing my stiffness. I nodded. He leaned over and picked up my hoodie from the floor. I pulled it on as quickly as I could and lay back down, hoping I hadn’t ruined the affectionate moment. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto his chest.

“Put your feet under my legs,” he ordered.

“Why?”

“Because your feet are always cold.”

I smiled as he lifted my hood and pulled the drawstring tight around my face, leaving a few of my curls peeking out. I made an awkward, silly face. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was nervous energy I didn’t know what to do with.

His lips slowly spread into a genuine smile. It was the first time I’d ever seen him smile properly, and it was devastating. His eyes sparkled, and a single dimple appeared in his left cheek. That dimple was too much for my heart to handle. He was so handsome.

“What?” he asked, dropping it immediately at whatever expression I wore.

“Nothing. You just smiled. You looked… happy.”

He swallowed. He tugged a curl peeking out from under the hood and watched it bounce back into place.