Violent Beginnings : A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance

by J. L. Beck

  Is she asking me to make love to her? That’s almost laughable, almost. And I say almost because looking at her face, at the flicker of fear in her eyes, I know that’s exactly what I need to do. I haven’t made love in a very long time.

  All I know how to do is fuck. No kissing, no slow and steady. No passion or sweetness.

  Fucking. Plain and simple.

  “Why?” I stare at her for a long second, and she gazes back at me cautiously, half expecting me to tell her no, I’m sure.

  “I just… it would be nice,” she explains. Nice? Nothing about me is nice.

  I consider her request. She hasn’t asked for much since I brought her here, and she is not asking for much now. Could I do slow? Could I give her this, or am I so far gone? I’m honestly, not sure.

  “Are you asking me to make love to you?” My voice comes out thick.

  Her throat bobs. “No. I don’t think you’re capable of such a thing but slow. Slow, I think you can do.”

  I grin devilishly. “You underestimate me, sweetheart.”

  Giving her no warning, I shove her shirt up to her abdomen and toss them over my shoulder

  Her breath catches in her throat at the swift action. I drop to my stomach in front of her. Shoving my way between her creamy thighs, I lift her by the ass and bring her pussy to my face.

  It’s smooth, velvety even, minus a tuft of hair that resembles a landing strip. My cock twitches in my sweats at the sight. Arousal coats her folds, glistening in the morning light, and I’m ravaged. Completely fucking ravaged.

  Leaning forward, I bury my face between her folds, my fingers digging into her ass, holding her right where I want her as her scent and sweet arousal fuel me.

  Forcing myself to slow, I trace her pussy with my tongue, loving the little gasps and whimpers that elicit from her pretty mouth. I can’t wait to listen to her scream, to tell me exactly who she belongs to. Mine.

  “Who do you belong to?” I growl between her folds, alternating between licking and nipping at her swollen clit.

  Fallon’s hands fist the sheets, and her hips buck upward, seeking pleasure she knows only I can give her.

  “You.” I reward her by moving down to her entrance and tonguing her pussy. I swirl the tip of my tongue around the outside and dip in and out until I know she can’t take it another second.

  She’s so wet now, I can feel her arousal on my face, and I love it, want more of it.

  “Markus… please… oh god, please,” she cries into the quiet room, pleading for her release, and I’m more than grateful to give it to her.

  Parting her folds, I flutter my tongue against her clit and dig my fingers into her ass, holding her in place, so she can’t escape me. Driven by the need to make her come and explode against my tongue, I devour her.

  “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop…”

  I’m merciless in my assault, and all it takes is a few seconds for Fallon to crest. Her tiny hands release the sheet and make their way into my hair. Using her nails, she digs them into my scalp and holds my head in place. Lifting her hips, she literally grinds her pussy against my mouth like she can’t get enough, and I almost chuckle. When I’m between her legs, the world around us falls away. Nothing matters except the joining of our bodies.

  Trembling, she lets out a raspy sound—the noise is like a lightning bolt straight to my cock. Fueled with the need to feel her tight pussy around my cock, I remove her death grip on my head and shove off the bed, pushing my sweatpants down my legs.

  Climbing back on the bed, I hover above Fallon, moving between her still spread legs.

  “Take your shirt off. I want to see your body.”

  Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she leans forward and pulls it off. She tosses it to the floor and looks up at me. Her cheeks are heated, and her chest rises and falls so rapidly you would think she was running a marathon.

  Her dusky pink nipples are hard peaks, begging to be sucked. Leaning forward, I take one into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the bud. There is nothing like the way she tastes—like sweet honey and vanilla. Her scent surrounds me, and all I want to do is bury myself deep inside her, but I tamp down the need, reminding myself that I want to take this slow, show her I’m capable of more than just fucking.

  Releasing her tit with a loud pop, I pepper kisses across her chest and collarbone before taking the other nipple into my mouth. I lap at it, giving it the same amount of attention as the other. Fallon arches her back off the bed, pressing her chest into my face, and I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest.

  My cock is caught between our bodies and slips between her slippery folds. I’m burning with need; the flames of desire threaten to consume me, and I know I can’t hold off any longer. I need to be inside her—now.

  As if she feels the same, Fallon claws at my back while lifting her hips at the same time. It’s such a feeble attempt to guide my cock inside her.

  Fallon lets out an airy plea, “I need you.”

  “You have me,” I growl, easily guiding my cock to her soaked entrance.

  I grit my teeth as I slowly sink the tip into her tightness. My chest heaves, and I swear I’m going to explode at any second. Eyes trained on hers, there is almost an overwhelming need in her depths. Easing her back against the mattress, I fill her with another inch.

  The feel of her hands on me, clinging to my body like she can’t get enough. It’s a shock to my senses, to my resolve. Something, I wasn’t quite sure what it was, squeezed at the organ in my chest—guilt, anger, sadness. It could’ve been any of those things. I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to think about it or feel it, but Fallon had that effect on me, making me feel things I shouldn’t.

  Unable to hold off any longer, I slide home. The head of my cock hits her cervix, and my balls come to rest against her ass. It’s a snug fit, and she squeezes me like a glove. We both let out a sigh of pleasure, and then I start to move.

  My movements are slow at first, but soon I gain speed, thrusting in and out of her. We climb the hill of pleasure together, our breaths mingle, and our hearts clash in our chests, beating to the same rhythm. When Fallon starts to fall apart at the seams, her muscles quivering, her head tipped back into the pillows, and her lips spilling delicious sounds, I allow myself to let go.

  My movements become a little faster, and I can feel it… my release is on the cusp of us.

  “I’m coming,” I grunt, slamming a fist into the mattress beside her head.

  Fallon wraps her arms around my neck, spreading her legs wider. A second later, the pressure becomes too much.

  My toes curl, and I stop moving altogether, becoming as stiff as a board. Warm spurts of cum spill inside of her, and I let my eyes fall closed to bask in the feeling. The sound of my heart thunders like a galloping horse in my ears.

  Out of nowhere, warm lips press against mine. It’s a soft kiss, full of hesitation, but it’s a kiss. I feel the heat of it deep in my bones. A piercing breath fills my lungs, and it’s like I’ve been tossed into an icy pond.

  Why would she do that?

  Anger replaces the blissful feeling in an instant. I blink my eyes open and find Fallon peering up at me, her eyes wide, her cheeks pink, and her forehead sweaty.

  She looks scared and flinches as I pull out of her and climb off the bed. She kissed me. She fucking kissed me. I haven’t kissed a woman since…

  Anger prevails, owning me.

  “I’m sorry… I didn’t… I don’t know why I did that,” she tries to explain.

  “You don’t know why you did it?” I mock and turn around to face her.

  I’m seething. It’s like she’s ripped the fucking rug out from under my feet. I thought I had everything figured out, fucking planned, and then she presses her warm lips against mine, dooming me to an eternity of thoughts I shouldn’t be having.

  Shaking her head, she causes strands of blonde hair to fall across her sweaty forehead.

  “I’m sorry. It didn’t mean anything.
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  A growl lodges itself in my throat. “Of course, it didn’t mean anything.”

  I want to say more, to tell her never to do something so stupid or careless again. I want to say something cruel to push her back down, to keep her in place, but I can’t make the words come. It didn’t mean anything.

  No, it didn’t, because if it did… I didn’t even want to think about the results of such an action. The easiest thing to do was to drop it and move on. I’d make sure it never happened again.

  “Forget it. It’s time for a shower. I’ve got a job to do today. Move it,” I order through my teeth, waiting impatiently for her to start moving.

  Her throat bobs, and her brows pucker together. She’s confused and maybe even a little hurt, but she’s doing a damn good job of hiding it.

  She climbs off the bed and walks over to me slowly, her eyes trained on the floor. I’m half tempted to grab her by the arm and drag her into the shower. I don’t want to talk, and I don’t have the patience to deal with her bullshit.

  Her timid gaze finds mine. “I’m sorry, Markus.”

  Sorry? She is apologizing for kissing me when all I want her to do is drop it. She needs to forget it ever happened, so I can forget about it.

  “I don’t want your apology. I want you to forget it ever happened, and I don’t want you to ever try something so stupid again. Now move before I put you in the shower, and don’t even think I won’t because I will.”

  With big eyes, she squeezes past me and into the bathroom.

  I follow behind her, telling myself that it was nothing, just a kiss, just sex.

  None of it means anything, and especially not with her.

  15

  Fallon

  I’m so stupid. Stupid and careless. I still can’t believe I kissed him yesterday.

  Why did I do that? It was dumb and irrational, and I should’ve thought it through before doing it, but he looked so vulnerable. Drawn into his orbit, I wanted to taste his lips, see if they tasted of the same amount of sin that he spoke. It was a mistake.

  My lips tingle every time I think about our kiss, well, the kiss I gave him. He didn’t react, didn’t even kiss me back. He turned to stone the second my lips touched his, and I knew I made a mistake. I mean, I knew it before, but I really knew it then.

  He pulled away, and any closeness I thought we had gained was gone. He retreated back inside himself, a broody, angry scowl overtaking his features.

  Then I apologized like a fool, and he all but slapped me in the face with his verbal hemorrhage. Now, I’m standing behind him in the shower while he is under the hot spray. I want to protest but press my lips firmly together.

  Ignoring me, he washes his body and hair in record time while I try not to look at him or notice his perfectly sculpted muscles. His body is etched from stone, sharp angles, and ridges—a true Adonis and as cold as one too.

  He’s been ignoring me since yesterday, barely muttering a word unless necessary. It angers me more than I care to admit, even to myself. He’s the only person here, so if he doesn’t talk to me, I talk to no one. The loneliness is enough to make me hurdle myself off the side of a cliff some days.

  When done, he turns to face me, and I almost don’t meet his gaze, but I’m not a coward. Looking up at him, I see his face is a mask of pure indifference. I can’t read him, can’t tell what he’s thinking. All I know is I really shouldn’t have kissed him.

  “Get on your knees. I want to use your mouth,” he demands suddenly, his voice even, deep, and emotionless.

  “No.” I lift my chin in defiance. My voice comes out meeker than I would like, but the word itself does the job. I might not be able to leave this place, but I won’t have him command me like that anymore. I won’t give in this time. If he wants this, he’ll have to force me.

  “No?” He raises his eyebrow. “You don’t get to say no.”

  “That’s where you are wrong. You can force me to do stuff all day long. You can force me to my knees, but you can’t make me want it.”

  In one swift move, his hand is in my hair, fisting it. My scalp burns, and I let out a tiny gasp when he pulls me into his face. I stare into his eyes, and barely controlled chaos reflects back at me. He wants to hurt me. I can see it, taste the danger on the tip of my tongue.

  “You think I wouldn’t force you?” He cocks his head to the side, and I know I’m close to seeing a new side of his evilness. A darker side.

  Before I can answer, he pushes me down to my knees. The impact on my knees vibrates through my entire body, and I grit my teeth to stop from whimpering.

  His free hand wraps around his already hard cock. “Open your mouth.”

  “I’ll bite you,” I hiss through my teeth.

  A predatory grin appeared on his lips. “I’ll pull every single one of your teeth out if you bite my dick.”

  He is lying. He has to be.

  “I guess that’s what it’s going to be then,” I say, calling his bluff.

  His grip on my hair tightens, and I wince at the sting on my scalp. It feels like he’s pulling my hair out. For a split second, I wonder if I was wrong, if he wasn’t bluffing. Would he really hurt me like this?

  The moment passes, and the air in the shower grows tense. If he hurts me, then he does. I can’t stop him. Releasing me with a shove, he growls in anger, curling his hands into tight fists. I let out a startled gasp.

  “Finish up and get dressed,” he snarls and briskly gets out of the shower. “You’re going back to the cell. Maybe a night or two in there will remind you what your place here is. I’ve got to go somewhere, anyway.”

  He has to be mental if he thinks locking me in that cell will get me to bow down to him. For a whole second, I stand there just staring at the tile. I hear him pad out of the bathroom, and I manage to snap out of it. I wash my body then. Rinsing quickly, I start on my hair and hurry through the process.

  I’m just rinsing my hair out when Markus’s voice booms through the space. “You’ve wasted enough of my time this morning. Get out of the shower.”

  I twist the knobs, turning off the water. I stand there for a moment and wring my long hair out. “Just drying off,” I reply, not letting my annoyance mixed with fear show in my voice.

  “You can dry off in your cell. Get the fuck out here.” I can hear him stomping across the room. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was coming to get me.

  I hurry out of the shower and grab a towel. I don’t even have the towel wrapped around my body when his large frame appears in the doorway.

  “Hurry the fuck up,” he growls impatiently, crossing his arms over his broad chest while his eyes are shooting daggers at me.

  I’m shivering and not because I’m cold. I can’t help but think I might have pushed him too far. On shaking legs, I clutch onto the towel with a death grip and scurry across the bathroom naked. The next two seconds happen in slow motion.

  My wet feet touch the cold tiled floor, and in an instant, I lose my footing. Even though time seems to slow down, I’m unable to stop what’s happening.

  It’s like a movie playing right before my eyes, only I’m not watching it. I’m the lead, and Markus has the supporting role, standing a few feet away from me, watching me fall.

  My feet slide out from under me, and my arms flail in the air. I’m looking for anything to reach out to grab on to, but my fingers catch nothing but air.

  Wide-eyed, I see the same shock reflecting back at me in Markus’s eyes. The anger has disappeared altogether, and he looks… scared.

  My body slams to the ground a split second before the back of my head does, and before I can even register any kind of pain, I’m out.

  The next time I open my eyes, I almost forget what happened. I’m a little disoriented when I find myself in bed, untied, and with Markus hovering over me.

  There’s a sharp pain that radiates outward across the back of my head and a throbbing, dull pain right behind my eyes. I’m about to ask what the hell happened, and then I rem
ember how I ungracefully slipped on the floor, hitting my head.

  Ugh, no wonder it feels like someone tried to crack my head open.

  Using my hand, I probe at the back of my head, finding the tender spot easily. A hiss passes my teeth as the pain intensifies.

  “Don’t touch it,” Markus growls, still sounding angry and irritated. “I’ve already cleaned the wound.”

  “I’m sorry,” I murmur, not sure why I’m the one apologizing since this is definitely his fault. Maybe it’s just my basic survival instinct telling me to do everything I can to make him less angry. After all, anger is what got me into this situation to begin with. “I should have been more careful—”

  “Stop. I don’t have the patience for this.” He sighs loudly, and I don’t want to look at him. Don’t want to see any more of his anger, which is burning out of control like a forest fire. “I have somewhere I need to be, and since I don’t want to come home to you dead in the cell, I’m going to have to take you with me. You’re no use to me if you aren’t alive.”

  I drop my hand back down on the bed. “Gee, thanks.”

  “Get up and get dressed. We’ve got to go,” he orders, ignoring my sarcasm.

  Pushing my still very naked body into a sitting position, I let my legs dangle from the side of the bed. My head is already spinning, but I still plant my feet on the floor and stand up.

  I regret that move immediately. Dizziness overcomes me, and the room starts turning around me. My knees go weak, and I reach out my arms to hold on to something. This time, I’m actually able to grab onto something.

  I curl my fingers into the soft fabric of Markus’s shirt just as he grabs my hips to steady me.

  “Fuck. Sit back down,” he commands, pushing me back down.

  I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, forcing the queasiness away. Markus briefly disappears into the walk-in closet, returning with a handful of clothes a moment later. I try to stand up again, but Markus shakes his head warningly.