Monster: Made & Broken (A Mafia Bad Boy Romance)

by Nora Ash

  “Ooh, God,” I moaned, slumping back on my elbows so I could arc my pelvis up against his talented tongue. Each flick of it against my tight bundle of nerves sent me higher and higher, and when he closed his lips around it and sucked, I couldn’t hold back a sharp cry.

  “I’m gonna come,” I moaned in between breathless pants. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to—!”

  Marcus gripped my thighs tighter so he could pull my pussy even closer, and I screamed. It only made him intensify his efforts tenfold. He suckled my clit so hard it was nearly too much, almost painful, but he held on to my thighs and arse so tight all my bucking and thrashing couldn’t dislodge him.

  I grasped wildly for his hair with both hands, but as my fingers wove into the black strands he let up on my poor clit for just a second, and I used my grip to yank him harder against me instead of pushing him away.

  His next onslaught sent me flying over the edge, screaming like a woman possessed.

  It took several minutes for the aftershocks to release my mind and body enough that I could let go of his hair, endorphins swathing my mind in the most ecstatic bliss I’d ever experienced.

  “Wow,” I mumbled groggily as I collapsed down on the counter, my overheated body relishing the cool marble.

  When I found the will to open my eyes again, I saw Marcus standing between my thighs, leaning on the counter with both hands and breathing heavily as if he’d just run ten miles. The wildness in his eyes blazed, no longer restrained.

  “Come here,” I said, reaching a hand out for him.

  He took it and pulled me upright, one arm snaking behind my body to haul me closer. The other he used to tip my chin up, but I was the one to stretch up and brush my lips against his.

  My own flavor filled my mouth as he parted his lips and took me in, the hand on my chin moving around the back of my head to tangle in my hair.

  I moaned into his mouth as he deepened our kiss, sparks of raw pleasure bursting through my well-prepared body.

  “Take me,” I gasped when he pulled back to let us both breathe. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  He growled low in his throat, hands constricting around my body for a moment before he pushed me back so he could kick off the remainders of his clothes. He stepped away, fisting his thick cock in one hand. Poised and ready to fill me.

  The glorious sight made me shiver with anticipation, my pelvis lifting up in an involuntary invitation, but when he put his free hand on my thigh to open me up wider for his hips, I remembered something vital.

  “Hang on,” I croaked, reaching blindly behind me with one hand until it connected with my purse. I fumbled to get it open and quickly found what I was looking for.

  “Condom,” I said as I held out the little foil packet for him.

  He stared at it for several breaths, and for a moment I thought he was going to refuse. Then he snatched it from me and slid the condom on with practiced ease, despite the obviousness of the tight fit, before returning his focus to me. He brushed both hands up along my inner thighs and then down again, spreading me open with his thumbs as if to test my readiness.

  Not that there should be any reason to doubt if I was ready for him—I could feel my own slickness dripping from my entrance and pooling on the counter underneath me, and every cell in my body ached to be united with his.

  “Please,” I rasped.

  Marcus fisted his cock again, pushing it gently against my already spread labia.

  I groaned at the contact and lifted my hips to guide him in.

  But despite my eagerness, Marcus went slow. He pressed against my entrance with agonizing care, letting my body adjust to being opened as his head drove slowly into my heat until finally, it popped in fully, seating itself just inside.

  My whimper mingled with his sharp hiss. It was a tight fit, but his gradual entry made sure the sensation of being stretched wide was nothing but pleasurable.

  “More.”

  He met my demand with more pressure, and I fell back on my elbows as he slowly drove in, spreading my channel all the way up until finally, his hips were completely flush with mine.

  The rush of electricity that burst through me at finally being one with him was nearly as overwhelming as his heavy cock pulsing at the entrance to my womb, filling me up like nothing before it.

  “Evelyn.”

  The guttural sound of my name made me look up into his eyes, and the swirl of emotion overwhelmed me. There was raw pleasure there, and the feral glint that had been present from the very beginning, but the fear and restraint was back now. He was fighting against the connection between us, I realized, but for the life of me I couldn’t understand why.

  Nothing had ever felt as good as his cock lodged to the hilt inside of me, my very core opening up wide to take everything he had to give. I didn’t want him to hold back—I wanted him to lose himself with me.

  “Don’t fight it,” I said, my voice hoarse but soft.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he ground out, surprising me with the raw plea in his darkened gaze.

  “You won’t.” I knew he had the capability to—his body was so big compared to mine, and that barely-contained ferocity in his eyes was impossible to ignore. But somehow, I knew he wouldn’t. “Move with me.”

  Marcus moaned when I rolled my hips slowly against him and grabbed my waist. And then he moved.

  I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood to stop myself from crying out, not wanting him to think he was hurting me, but oh, sweet Jesus, the feel of his overwhelming girth dragging against my inner walls was nearly more than I could bear.

  His thrusts were slow but fully executed, and we gasped together each time he bottomed out in me. He hit every single delicious spot inside me, and it wasn’t long before I wanted more, even though my body was still struggling with his size.

  “God, yes, like that. Give me more. Please, I need more.”

  He responded by wrapping his arms around my torso and lifting me up against him, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss as he rolled his hips up.

  “Mm-oh!” I cried out, tipping my head back as gravity pulled me down on his cock just as he pushed up, reaching new depths in my unaccustomed pussy.

  “God!”

  It was too much, he filled me too deeply, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to keep taking me until we were one, melted together by flesh and ecstasy. His next thrust was another slow, full roll of his hips, and I cried out and dug my nails deep into his shoulders.

  A deep warning growl rumbled from Marcus’ chest, but I was too lost in the sex to pay it much mind. When he drove into me again, I met him with a roll of my own hips, ripping his skin with my nails from the sheer intensity of taking him so deeply.

  Marcus froze mid-movement, his arms locking tight around my body. I looked up, confused—and swallowed hard.

  His eyes were blazing and so, so dark it looked like his pupils filled the irises completely. There was no restraint left, no fear. For the first time, I saw what Marcus Steel looked like when the beast inside him got unleashed, and it made every hair on my body stand on end.

  “I—omph!” Before I managed to get so much of the beginning of an apology out, his lips crashed against mine, forcing them apart.

  I moaned as his tongue lashed against my own, and again when he pulled halfway out of my pussy—but when he drove back in, there was no trace left of his prior gentleness.

  I tried to scream when he rammed into me with all the force his powerful body contained, but Marcus snuffed my voice with his savage kiss. When he pounded into me again I finally ripped my lips from his and threw my head back to give sound to the desperate cry clawing its way out of my throat. He didn’t afford me any respite, fucking into me hard and fast. His lips and teeth found my neck, pressing bruising kisses to it while he ravaged me against the counter.

  He was like a beast possessed, and I—I lost myself in him.

  I came for him as I clung to his shoulders, the size of him forcing my pussy to s
ubmit with aching spasms that made my toes curl. I dug my nails into his skin as my climax rolled through my helpless body, prolonged by his continued pounding into me. He didn’t stop, not even when I collapsed in a pile of melted bone and muscle on the counter in front of him. He simply shifted his grip to my hips so I could lay down on the marble while he kept pulling me onto his cock in hard thrusts.

  I looked up at him from underneath hooded lids, too tired to begin another climb despite the delicious friction tantalizing the hypersensitive spots deep inside me. He was beautiful in his wildness, so strong and unbelievably male that it spoke to every primitive instinct within me. His breath came out in harsh gasps and growls as he drove into me much harder than I should have wanted. Yet despite the pain—or maybe because of it—it felt so good I could hardly bear it.

  My pussy tightened around his pounding girth, and I reached down to rub my clit. Sharp shocks of pleasure thrilled through my body and I mewled with want, canting my hips up for more, but before I could move he pulled out.

  I frowned at the sudden sensation of being empty—incomplete—and opened my mouth to protest, but never got the chance. Marcus grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over, pulling my arse out and up before he plunged back into me.

  “Ooh!” I cried out and arched up as high as I could go. He seized both my wrists in reply, trapping my arms behind my back as he pushed me down flat against the counter.

  “You come for me,” he growled against my nape, sending goosebumps down my spine. “Only me.”

  The next forty minutes were a blur of pleasure mixed with just the right kind of pain. As he’d demanded, I did come for him, multiple times, and when he finally joined me in climax I’d lost count.

  His thrusts, rough and merciless for the entire session, became frantic, and he relinquished his hold on my arms to grab my hips and pull me onto him as hard as he could while I yelped and cried out with my own release.

  My pussy spasmed around him, desperately clamping down on his meaty cock to stem the onslaught while wave after powerful wave of pleasure washed through me once more. But this time, it finally succeeded. Marcus froze behind me, groaning as his cock seized. Then he rocked gently a few more times before finally stilling, his hands coming down on the marble next to my face as he dragged in big gulps of air.

  It took me a few minutes before I came down enough from my orgasm high to notice he was still inside of me, silent but shaking ever so slightly.

  “That was incredible,” I sighed, rubbing my sweaty face against his arm in a loving caress. Everything felt blissful, like I was floating, even though Marcus’ softening cock had me solidly anchored. “Don’t think I’ll be walking for the next couple of hours, though. Damn.”

  A moment’s silence, and then…

  “Did I hurt you?”

  His voice sounded odd—almost broken.

  I laughed, giddy after being fucked senseless and pumped full of endorphins, and planted a quick peck on his skin. “ ‘Course not. It was lovely. Ten-ten, would do again. Just not right now. Mind pulling out? I want to check if my legs still work.”

  He obeyed without hesitation, and I moaned softly at the sensation of being left empty and without the warmth of his body pressing against my backside. Gingerly, I straightened back up. Immediately my legs wobbled, and I grasped at the counter for support. Strong arms closed around me, and I squealed as I was hoisted up off the ground.

  Marcus held me against his body, bridal style, and I relaxed in his embrace with a happy mewl. He smelled like sex and cologne, and the warmth of him made my already jellified body turn into a liquid puddle. I smiled up at him, and was caught off guard by the look in his eyes. There was so much wonder, as if looking at me was akin to watching the sun rise for the very first time, but also something else. Something that spoke of possession and other dark desires that made my heart thump faster in my chest.

  Without a word he carried me into the bedroom and put me down in a luxurious pile of soft sheets and duvets before he curled up behind me.

  I fell asleep shortly after, feeling safer and happier than I had in a very long time.

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  Chapter 5

  Evelyn

  It was still dark when I woke up with a start, heart pounding.

  I blinked to regain my bearings, disoriented from being ripped out of the deepest sleep I’d managed in a long time.

  A low whimper from my side pulled my attention.

  “Marcus?” I whispered, squinting into the darkness in an attempt to see his face.

  Another whimper, louder this time, made me fumble for the light on the nightstand next to me. Just as the soft light bloomed in Marcus’ bedroom, another pained moan sounded from the bed.

  I turned and found the large man curled into a fetal position, clutching the sheets in both hands. His face was drawn into a tight mask, but he was obviously still asleep.

  “Marcus, you’re having a bad dream,” I called as I rolled all the way over to him.

  He didn’t respond, and I grabbed his shoulder and shook it gently. “Come on, baby. It’s just a nightmare.”

  His lips parted and relief flooded me. Thank God. Seeing the powerful man so distraught filled me with unease.

  But instead of waking, a soft wail escaped his throat. I’d never heard a sound like that from a human being, and it made my heart ache as if someone had closed a fist around it and squeezed. Whatever he was dreaming, it had to be bad. Really bad.

  “Marcus.” This time, I put all my strength into shaking him, rolling him onto his back in the process. Not a small feat, considering his sheer size. “Wake up!”

  His eyelids fluttered for a moment before finally, he opened them with a start. He stared up at me, a mixture of fear and confusion on his face.

  “Shh, it’s okay. You were having a nightmare,” I said, curving my hand around his cheek in a soothing caress. Only when I touched his skin did I notice the wetness. He’d been crying.

  Slowly, awareness slipped back across his features, and he frowned and lifted his hands to scrub them across his face, erasing the traces of his vulnerability.

  “Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

  It was easy to see through his gruff tone—he had not meant for me to see him like this.

  But I had. And even though I’d known Marcus for less than twelve hours, I couldn’t bear the thought of him hurting.

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “No.”

  I rolled up over on one elbow and let my other hand rest against his chest. His heart was still beating much faster than it should. “Okay. It sounded like it was a really awful dream, though.”

  No answer.

  I bit the inside of my cheek. It was no surprise that Marcus Steel had issues expressing his emotions. A man didn’t develop the kind of terrifying presence he possessed by being all warm and open about what haunted him at night.

  “Come here,” I said, and when he lowered his hands to look at me, I lay back down and opened my arms.

  To my surprise, he moved without objection, slipping into my embrace. The soft exhale of his breath as he rested his face on my shoulder blew across my right breast, raising the nipple.

  His response was to stroke the underside of that breast and let a thumb graze the erect nipple up top. I shuddered in response, well-used muscles clenching weakly. I suppressed a wince. Yeah, I wasn’t ready for that kind of comfort just yet.

  Instead, I remembered how my mother used to comfort me when I’d had a bad dream, and stroking his naked back, I began humming. It was an old nursery rhyme, and for a moment I felt a bit silly soothing a grown man like this—but Marcus simply sighed, muscles relaxing and his hand on my breast stilling. So when the first melody was done, I started a new one, this time singing along.

  I sang for what felt like the better part of half an hour until Marcus’ breathing turned deep and steady, his body going limp against mine.

  I looked down at the sleeping man in my arms as m
y voice died down. It wasn’t until then that I realized I’d lost my fear for him somewhere between orgasms last night. Instead of someone inherently dangerous, I saw a man who’d locked away all his emotions until they exploded like they had when I’d accidentally hurt him. The darkness in him wasn’t his—it was whatever he had locked up inside, whatever had made him withdraw into himself to the point he’d become completely unapproachable. Frightening in his solitude.

  But beneath the surface, beneath the iron locks, I could sense the real Marcus Steel. And what lay underneath was a man I could see myself falling for all too easily. There had only been glimmers, but right from the start my body had recognized what my mind was finally coming to accept.

  I wanted more of him than just one night. A lot more.

  I stroked my fingers through his black strands, relishing the pressure of his body against mine as I breathed in the scent of Marcus and our sex.

  Too bad I was here on a job, and that if and when he found out, I better hope he never saw me again.

  I had no idea what Marcus did for a living, but based on his luxurious flat and that he was in any way mixed up with Gerald Brigs, he was obviously very capable of inflicting pain if he needed to.

  And the thief who seduced him to steal from him…? I had a distinct sense I’d fall into the category of “needed to.”

  Suppressing the ache in my heart, I eased out from underneath Marcus’ heavy body, doing my best not to wake him.

  He groaned in protest when I slipped free, and I gave his face a quick glance to ensure he wasn’t waking before I rolled all the way out of bed and let myself out of the bedroom.

  I walked naked through the apartment to fetch my purse from the kitchen counter and then went hunting for wherever he kept his safe.

  It didn’t take me long. The first door I opened turned out to be his office, and on the wall nearest his desk a safe was built into the concrete. It wasn’t even hidden behind a painting, as I’d somewhat expected it to be. Perhaps I watched too many detective shows.