A Dangerous and Cruel Love (Dark Mafia Romance Duet, #2)

by Tee, Marian

And it wasn’t right.

  Bennett was a sinner, and so was he. Both of them had sins to pay for in hell.

  But Fawn was different.

  She was a living breathing angel, and it wasn’t goddamn right that the prince had reduced her to begging—-

  “I’m sorry.” The words were torn out of the prince in a harsh groan, remorse burning him alive as he realized that he had practically forced her to suffer almost the same way Grant Bennett had suffered—-

  It wasn’t goddamn right.

  She didn’t deserve this.

  “I’m sorry.” In the next second, the prince’s long-legged stride had him reaching her, and he swept her up in his arms.

  “I’m sorry.”

  And then he was carrying her to bed, laying her down, but when he started to pull away, her arms wound around him in sudden seeming desperation.

  “No!”

  He started, bemused. “Fawn—-”

  Her arms tightened. “I d-don’t want you to go away.”

  Ah. That she was still afraid even now killed him, and his voice was soft and tender as he asked, “Then how will I take off my clothes?”

  Oh. She swallowed, and hiding her face in the crook of his neck, she whispered shakily, “Then you really are going to take my virginity now?”

  When his lips moved to touch her cheek, the tears started to fall, and as the wetness reached down his neck, he knew that she already knew.

  But even so, he answered her because she deserved to hear the words.

  “You didn’t have to ask the second time, parthena mou.” He started to pull away, and this time her arms loosened enough for him to lift his head and their gazes to meet.

  “I’ll take what’s mine—-”

  A ragged sound escaped her.

  “And I’ll make it impossible for you to forget a single second of it.”

  Ooooooooh.

  When he started to move away, her arms fell back, and she watched him obsessively, her gaze clinging to his every movement. The prince stripped himself with methodical and graceful efficiency, and the more skin he exposed, the harder it was for her to breathe.

  By the time he stood completely naked in front of her, she was dizzy with the lack of oxygen, and her body was trembling so hard with aching need.

  So gloriously beautiful, she thought achingly.

  Every inch of his dark, sculpted body—-

  Every inch was perfect—-

  The prince joined her in bed, his powerful form pressing down on hers, and she couldn’t help whimpering as she realized that every perfect inch of his body was now hers to touch—-

  “P-prince.”

  His heat enveloped her, making her feel like she was burning from every direction.

  Inside.

  Outside.

  Everywhere.

  The prince’s green eyes glittered down at hers, telling her without words that he intended to consume her—-

  A moan escaped her, Fawn’s body arching against his instinctively at the earthy promise in his eyes.

  Oh God.

  And then there was completely no way for her to think.

  The prince was sucking hungrily on her neck while he palmed her breasts, and she moaned again. Soon, his mouth moved down to her breasts, nuzzling the valley between them, before latching on to one painfully erect nipple.

  He began to suck, and she found herself gripping his dark hair. He sucked harder, and she gasped, instinctively arching up once more, driving her nipple deeper into his mouth—-

  Eat me more.

  Eat me harder.

  Eat me.

  The words pounded in her brain endlessly as the prince moved to her other nipple, sucking with such ferocious power that it began to hurt oh so beautifully.

  His fingers began to explore the lower part of her body, and even as she shuddered against him, she forced her legs to open wide—-

  His fingers brushed against the curls covering her folds, and she gasped.

  The prince bit her nipple hard, and she gasped again, her head falling back against the pillows. Her head began to toss and turn as his fingers moved to stroke her folds, slowly, gently, and oh, the painfully slow torture just made her so much wetter and hotter—-

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Who knew, oh holy sweet Jesus, but who knew that such gentleness could be so tortuously unbearable?

  When she could no longer take the way he just kept stroking without fucking her with his fingers—-

  Without giving it to her hard—-

  She choked out, “Please.”

  And in the next second, his mouth had left her breast. Another second, and the prince had moved down, eating her pussy, and she screamed.

  His tongue thrust in and out of her just like a cock, and she gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling her mind spinning out of control.

  “P-prince—-” She could feel her pleasure building, simmering, readying itself.

  The prince’s mouth moved up.

  Oh God, oh God—-

  His mouth closed on her clit, sucking hard, and it was like her dream and nightmare coming true in one blinding moment.

  “Priiiiiiiiince!” She came screaming, her body arching against his mouth, and for one moment she almost feared she’d end up throwing him off. But the prince was too strong, his hands locking instead around her thighs, keeping her in place while his mouth didn’t stop tormenting her clit as she came and came.

  She moaned in protest when he stopped kissing her between her legs, but then she felt him positioning himself above her, and a strangled gasp escaped her as she realized what this meant.

  Their eyes collided.

  “May I keep my promise, Fawn?” the prince rasped out.

  Oooooooh.

  That he would even ask—-

  Shakily reaching up for him, her hands curved over his chest until her fingers met behind his neck.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  She had barely finished speaking when his hard, thick, throbbing cock drove inside her, tearing through her hymen with a single, swift, firm stroke.

  It still hurt, enough to make her eyes fly wide open and her lips part in a shocked whimper.

  But it also didn’t hurt as much as she expected, the pain subsiding almost right after, and leaving her to tremble in dazed awe.

  The prince had taken her virginity.

  Her fingers dug into his back at the thought, and the prince’s jaw clenched.

  “May I move now?” Again, his sweetness took her by surprise, and when she could only nod shyly at him, a wicked smile slashed against the prince’s lips as he teased, “You can’t possibly feel shy now...”

  She half wailed, “It’s y-your fault—-oh!”

  The moment she had spoken, the prince had moved at the same time, and the feeling of his cock sliding out of her was indescribable, its thickness grazing against the walls of her pussy in a way that made her gasp and her fingers dig deeper into his back.

  She stared up at him, utterly overwhelmed.

  “That good?” the prince purred.

  Oh!

  How arrogant he sounded, and yet it just made him a hundred times sexier.

  She bit her lip hard instead, refusing to give him an answer that would only make his already huge ego even more inflated.

  The prince chuckled, and bending down, he whispered silkily to her ear, “I’m going to make you say it before this night is over.”

  The words made her jerk against him, and the prince smiled down at her. “That’s my next promise to you.”

  And then he was leaving her no chance to talk, his body moving, and the look in his eyes told her he had no intention of stopping until he had kept his promise.

  Ooooooh myyyyyy Gooooooood——

  Fawn found herself clutching at the prince’s shoulders desperately as he drove relentlessly into her, each stroke just a little harder and deeper than before. It was unbelievably good, and oh, the need to tell him began to build—-

  Th
eir eyes collided mid-thrust, and oh, the taunting gleam in the prince’s green gaze made Fawn bite her lip harder.

  She was not going to tell him, she was not—-

  The prince’s head lowered, and she tensed, her inner muscles contracting around his cock—-

  One of his hands moved under her body, clasping tightly onto one cheek of her ass.

  “P-prince—-” She couldn’t help moaning in protest when she felt him tighten his hold on her even as he pulled his cock out of her.

  Was this how he would make her say it, she wondered dizzily.

  She shook her head up at him.

  The prince grinned.

  And then his head bent back down again, his mouth closing over her nipple, sucking hard just as he started pounding into her.

  A scream slipped out of her mouth, and she found herself holding on to him in every way, her hands clutching his head, her legs tightening around his waist, and still his thrusts didn’t relent in its strength and pace. The prince pounded hard and fast into her, and soon the pleasure inside of her began to rise uncontrollably, taking control of all her senses until everything she could see, hear, smell, touch, and feel was all about the prince.

  When the prince’s mouth ground deeper against her breast just as the head of his cock reached the edge of her womb—-

  It was all over, and the words tumbled past her lips.

  “S-so gooooood.”

  Her eyes rolled back as she started to come for a second time, and oh, it felt so much more powerful than the first, with the prince continuing on to eat her breast while his cock shoved in and out of her, making her pussy tremble with every stroke.

  It was so, so good that she couldn’t stop herself from crying it out over and over, like a chant that had to be said—-

  “So good.”

  “So good.”

  “So good.”

  And then she felt the prince growl, just a second before she felt his orgasm exploding inside her, his cum filling her, and oh God, it became a hundred times better, and she clutched on to him tightly, her eyes squeezing shut.

  If only this moment could last forever.

  ****

  When Fawn woke up, she sleepily stirred, and her hand fell on an empty side of the bed. Panic seized her in an instant, and her eyes flew open.

  But the prince was really gone.

  She sat up and found the prince’s shirt lying discarded on the floor. It was still there, she told herself, and that was a good thing. Right?

  The sight of his shirt taunted her, as if telling her that in a perfect world she would have all the confidence to wear it so the prince could tell her she looked good in it—-

  But this was not a perfect world, and she was terrified at the prospect of discovering that the prince was indeed gone.

  After shrugging into a bathrobe that hung well past her knees, she padded out of the bedroom, and that was when she found the prince on the sofa, in the middle of a conversation with Noah and Igor.

  Oh.

  The two immediately stood up at the sight of her, greeting her with a polite “signorina.” On the other hand, there was nothing respectful at all about the way their eyes were gleaming in knowing amusement, and she turned red.

  It was pretty obvious they knew this was her first night with the prince...but how did they know so?

  The prince released a little sigh at the look of bewildered consternation on Fawn’s face. How innocent she really was, he mused. One look at her, and it was fairly easy for anyone experienced to tell that she had her first time—-

  And that first night was with him.

  The thought was deeply satisfying, but more than that, it also made something inside him...soften. It was a disturbing realization, and for one moment, the prince found himself considering pushing her away just as he had before—-

  Get out.

  Get the fuck out—-

  But then the prince caught sight of Fawn gazing at him searchingly, her uncertainty evident on her pale face, and he heard himself say, “Come here, Fawn.”

  Relief flashed in her eyes, and the sight of it created a curious ache in his chest. He watched her hurry to him just like a young awkward fawn, and when she reached his side, she came to an abrupt clumsy stop, eyes wide, as if unsure of where to place herself.

  Another sigh escaped the prince, but it was more irritated this time. He could feel his men’s interested gazes turning towards him, and he knew exactly what they were thinking.

  What they were talking about was stuff that he didn’t even let his own friends hear of, and yet-—

  What fucking choice did he have?

  He yanked her down, making her sit next to him, and turning to his men, who were openly smirking, he snapped, “Stop looking at me like that if you don’t want to be fired in the next second.”

  Fawn gasped. “Prince!”

  But Noah and Igor didn’t seem to mind. “Yes, sir,” the two said politely, and since they were no longer allowed to smirk, they laughed instead.

  He scowled at Fawn. This was all her fault. Why must she constantly make him do such embarrassing things?

  Seeing the look of irritation on the prince’s gorgeous face, Fawn protested, “What did I do?”

  “Causing trouble,” the prince muttered, “like you always do.” He turned back to his men. “How many girls to teach a lesson to?”

  When Fawn gradually came to understand what they were talking about, worry filled her, and she couldn’t stop herself from gnawing on her lip. She knew she had no right to interfere, and yet—-

  “Because of the number of men we had to leave behind at the compound, we’re a bit shorthanded now,” Noah was saying. “I can take the lead for Girl #1, Igor on the second, but the third...”

  The prince started to speak.

  “Can’t you skip this?” Fawn blurted out.

  The prince slowly turned towards her.

  Uh oh. Had she just butted her head in where it didn’t belong? But if she hadn’t, it would mean the prince getting involved, and she really didn’t think it was right.

  Seeing that the prince was waiting her to speak, she stammered, “Why not d-delegate? You must be tired, after...stuff.”

  The prince glared at Fawn. Did she realize she was practically insinuating he could only do one round of sex?

  Noah and Igor were nodding in sympathy. “That’s right, sir. If signorina thinks you’re tired, then, of course—-”

  “One more word, and I’ll kill you.”

  The two shut up, but they also started smirking silently at the same time.

  Fuck.

  He looked at Fawn again, saying flatly, “I have no choice. I can’t just set this aside—-”

  “I’m not asking you to set it aside for me,” she said in a small voice. “I was just thinking that with your problem with Davos, that should be darkness enough for you to handle. I don’t think you need to be personally involved in another person’s nightmare.”

  Ah.

  The prince murmured to Igor and Noah in Greek, and when the two nodded and turned around to leave, he saw Fawn gaping at him. The door closed behind his men, and he demanded, “What are you looking at me like that for?”

  “D-does that mean you’re not going to leave?” she asked unevenly.

  He looked at her incredulously. “Wasn’t that what you asked for?”

  A nervous laugh escaped her. “I did, I just didn’t expect you to—-oh!” Running out of words to express her shock, relief, and joy, she simply let her instincts take over and threw herself at the prince.

  He caught her with a grunt, but as he pulled her tightly against him, she could feel him smile against her hair even as he muttered, “You’re an idiot.”

  She grinned crazily, and tightening her arms around his neck, she mumbled, “But you like this idiot.”

  The prince chuckled, the dark sound making a sensual shiver run down her spine. Pulling away, he stared into her eyes—-

  She held her bre
ath.

  “Let’s go back to bed.” The prince lifted her up in his arms and began walking back to the bedroom.

  And just like that, the moment was lost.

  Did he think she was that much an idiot, she wondered, or did he simply think she had no right to ask?

  In all the times they had been together, he had never once kissed her on her lips.

  Never.

  When they made it to the bedroom, the prince divested them both of their clothes before laying her down on the bed. Noticing the lines on her forehead, the prince frowned as well, asking, “What are you thinking about?”

  What you shouldn’t wait for me to ask, Fawn thought.

  But because she didn’t have any courage to hear the answer to it, she heard herself say instead, “Y-you can’t call me your virgin anymore.”

  Ah. His eyes gleamed. “Then do you have any suggestions?”

  She shook her head.

  “What about you?” he murmured silkily. As he spoke, he decided to reverse their positions and lay on his back while scooping her up to place Fawn on top of him.

  “Prince!” She tried squirming off him, finding her new position embarrassing, but the prince’s hands tightened around her legs, keeping her in place.

  “You haven’t answered my question,” the prince prodded.

  “Umm...” It was so hard to think, with the prince slowly moving her against his body, causing his already erect cock to rub against her moistening folds.

  “What will you call me?”

  “C-call you?”

  The prince only nodded, all the while rubbing her faster against him.

  “Like an endearment?” Her voice came out choking, and her mind was fast losing its grasp on reality.

  Oh God, he made her want him so, so badly!

  The tip of his cock slid in, and she whimpered.

  “Tell me what you’d like to call me,” the prince whispered, “and then I’ll fuck you.”

  Oh! She stared at him in frustration. “That’s unfair.”

  “But it’s still what I demand of you and—-” The prince’s hands released her hips to cup her breasts. She moaned as he squeezed them hard, murmuring, “—-you will give it to me.”

  The prince began to play with her nipples. “I’m still waiting.”

  She looked down at the way his long brown fingers captured her nipples between them, the erotic sight making her shudder on top of him. “C-can I just call you...R-Reid?”