Page 45 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“Surely it’s better to see me in the crowd than wonder if I’m safe here alone?”

He considered it. “I don’t like either option.”

“I’ll be your biggest cheerleader.”

His eyes met mine. “You’ll have to watch me kill again.”

“That doesn’t bother me as much as you think.” I shrugged. “It’s you or him. So you better win.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, and my breathing changed instantly. The dark, alluring intensity that seeped beneath my skin had the power to make the rest of the world fade away.

“I’ll win. To come back to you, I’ll always win.” His voice sent a ripple of pleasure down my spine.

I grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled his lips to mine. As soon as our tongues tangled together, I became a flame of desire, burning hotter and hotter. My back arched, pressing myself into him, arms locked around his neck, fingers threaded through his hair. He kissed me back with just as much enthusiasm and need. He wrapped his arms around my body, one hand gripping my ass and pushing me against his growing erection while the other tangled into my hair.

Rolling my hips, I chased the friction, the closeness, the need for so much more of him. In seconds, my clothes were gone, and he’d yanked his joggers down to his thighs and impaled me on his dick.

The moment he was inside me, his lips on my skin, biting, licking, devouring, and his hands roaming my body, I prayed it would go on forever. This feeling… the warmth flooding my veins, the connection and desire… I’d chase it to the ends of the Earth. Was sex like this with everyone? Or was it just with him? I didn’t even care to find out. He was all I wanted.

“Fuck, Soraya,” he groaned, his voice raw, almost painful. It made me feral when he moaned my name like that, as if he could barely believe I was real.

“Yes!” I gasped as I clutched him tighter, our bodies moving together as if it were instinctive. He fucked me as if it were the sole purpose of his existence.

He suddenly stood up, lifting me with him and pressed my back against the wall. He could thrust harder and faster in this position, tearing cries and moans from the most depraved part of me. It was getting harder not to scream when he fucked me like this, so rough and animalistic. I loved to see this wild side of him, but it made me wild too.

The bubbling inferno was threatening to erupt as he slammed into me, moaning my name against my ear while his hand fisted my hair, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it back. As soon as the orgasm hit, harder than ever before, I followed my impulse and sank my teeth into his neck, sucking and biting hard enough to break skin. I wanted to tear a piece of him into me and keep him all to myself.

He threw his head back, his hand digging into my ass, leaving his own marks on my body as he roared and released inside me. My eyes widened. He’d just come inside me without a condom. Cazzo. We’d been so careful until now.

I released his neck, licking his blood from my lips. He grabbed my jaw roughly, his eyes tracking the movement and then joined in, swiping his tongue along my lower lip. He let go of me, allowing me to slide down his body slowly. He braced his clenched fists against the wall, dropping his head with his eyes closed and breathing hard.

As I felt his cum dripping down my thighs, I opened my mouth to curse him for not pulling out when a single knock came on the door. The deadbolt shifted, and the door swung open. Monster’s eyes snapped open, filled with lethal darkness as he realised we were both about to be seen naked. He spun around, shielding me from the soldier’s view.

“Get the fuck out!”

The soldier’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, but as he did, he made one fatal mistake. He glanced toward me. Just briefly. He couldn’t have seen much with Monster’s gigantic frame blocking his view, but that was all it took. Monster was no longer in front of me but barrelling across the bunker before the soldier could scurry away and close the door.

I stayed frozen in place, naked against the wall, as Monster tossed the man to the floor by his shirt, as if he weighed nothing. There was no stopping him, so I didn’t even try. One more Irish soldier dead was one less we had to escape from.

I watched him unleash savage blows to the man’s face until he was just a bloody, broken shell. Monster lifted the man’s head by his neck and smashed his skull against the ground. Again. And again, until blood soaked through the ancient stone.

My eyes flicked past the brutality to the open, unguarded door. My heart raced. We had never had a better opportunity than this. We could run. Escape before anyone realised we were gone.

Monster stood up, heaving and glaring down at the unrecognisable body at his feet. He grabbed the soldier’s ankle and dragged him towards the door. I leapt into action, pulling on my joggers and hoodie in a frantic rush as I stumbled after them. I paused when Monster slammed the door shut, leaving the mangled corpse outside and locking us back in with no way out.

My jaw dropped. My eyes bulged. “What are you doing?”

He stared at me for a beat, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, then stormed past me into the bathroom without a word.

“Why did you do that?” I tried not to shout, but I couldn’t hide the anger in my tone.

“I don’t like other men’s eyes on you,” he growled, turning on the taps to rinse the blood from his hands.

“No. Not that! Why did you shut the door? We could have escaped!”

His inked back tensed for a moment, then he continued rubbing his hands together. “I told you. I can’t leave.”

He had ruined our first real chance of freedom. Of getting out of here together.