Monster: A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance

by Vanessa Waltz

  My thighs straddled his muscled legs. Then he yanked me against his hair-roughened chest, the contact teasing my nipples into hardness. He lifted himself, easing his pants off to free his throbbing erection. His swollen head glided along my pussy, pushing at the aching entrance.

  The contact jolted my clit. A ray of pleasure touched me like sunlight, and then Tony pulled me onto him. He rammed his cock inside me.

  Too big. Too fast.

  He was too much to take.

  He was hot and thick, wedging me open. I winced as he reached the barrier inside me, but he didn’t hesitate. He pushed against it, growling as he ripped through it.

  Oh God.

  I was stretched to the limit, biting my lip to kill a scream.

  Tony’s mouth crushed mine, smothering my whimper. His demanding hips punched forward.

  Deep inside, I felt myself break.

  My back arched with his anchoring thrust. The full length of him was buried. I raked his back as he retreated and the agony returned.

  Pain.

  Swift and brutal.

  I released a choked gasp.

  Tony silenced me, kissing me hard. His hands curled over my shoulders. He dug in, forcing me to meet his upward thrusts. It was warm and very wet, the slick pressure ramming me. Pain ricocheted in my stomach, yet I didn’t want it to stop.

  Passion radiated from Tony’s body into mine. I’d surrendered completely, abandoned myself to sensation. It clouded my brain the way it seemed to consume Tony, ordering me to stay still and let him drill me.

  Electricity arced through me as his arm banded my waist, shoving my breasts into his stubbled cheek. My nipple pebbled as he took it in his mouth. Ecstasy lashed me, stroking a line from my tits to my aching pussy. I eased into his slow but deep rhythm. When he pushed himself as far as my body would allow, he uttered a satisfied sound. His stabbing cock almost made me beg for mercy, but I clung to his back.

  I reveled in the agony. Loved it.

  The warmth spreading across my thighs was ominous. I knew what I’d see but it failed to horrify me. I felt slashed open. Filled. Gloriously fucked. Taken.

  A second thought grabbed my throat.

  A stranger would’ve done this to me. If not for Tony, my first time would’ve been just as rough. Tears of relief stung my eyes. Only Tony could fuck me like this. Only he had my trust and affection. Because I’d fallen for him.

  And I already loved the monster.

  My heart swelled.

  His feral grunts blasted my ear as he fucked me with ruthless precision. The sharp pang faded to a dull ache as he lavished attention on my breasts. He dipped his head, latching onto my nipple. He suckled as he drove inside me.

  A shockwave of heat rippled through me. Pain disappeared to a dim murmur as Tony lapped my nipples. He tantalized the buds, swelling them into points. His hands slid down, squeezing before finding the swell of my hips. He seemed to be searching for pleasure. His thumb brushed my clit.

  I screamed.

  The combination of tongue and cock—so hot. I was delirious with the wave of ecstasy. His perfect mouth worked magic on my tits, gliding from breast to breast to suck and bite. His tongue blazed my collarbone and neck before smothering my lips.

  He pressed on my clit. Sparks engulfed my pussy. My torso moved up and down, and he paused, letting me take the lead. I grabbed his shoulders for leverage and ground against his erection.

  We both exhaled.

  God, he felt good.

  Tony fisted my hair. His glare pinned me as he resumed thrusting. His cock rammed into me, the friction dragging a moan from my clenched lips.

  “You’re mine.” Tony kissed me again, roughly. “I’m going to show you what that means.”

  He hovered above me, his athletic frame tensed and his expression strained. Tony lowered himself until his chest brushed my nipples. His teeth sank into my breasts, leaving shining marks. Not content with that, he nipped the other globe, his bites punctuated with his savage thrusts. Tony glared at my curves, as though resenting them for bringing out the monster. Then he unleashed his frustration on me. He gripped my hair and wrenched. He smashed his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue inside as he gave me the violent fuck my cousin had warned me about.

  All I could do was take his pivoting hips.

  I was bound to him.

  Completely submitted.

  He took his pleasure, and I loved it. He marked me like prey, and I melted. He’d taken my virginity with violence, and gratitude swelled in my throat. He tore me with his giant cock, and I widened my legs. I let him devour me. I would do anything he wanted. I was a willing vessel for his lust.

  Tony seized my face, his eyes wild. “You’ll never leave me again.”

  “Never.”

  “Tell me you belong to me.”

  The yearning in his voice clutched my heart.

  “I do. I belong to you.”

  He kissed me until tears welled in my eyes. Then his tongue lashed my lips, flooding my thoughts with sin. He rammed me, filling me to the hilt. He bit my ear as his fingers massaged my clit, building my climax to a lightning storm. My orgasm ramped up as he nipped my neck, the pounding of his slick cock the only noise in my head.

  His deep grunts softened as he drove his hips forward. He thrust harder, the pain almost blinding, and then he sighed. His back arched and a groan burst from him. Warm jets coated my insides with ecstasy. Tony furiously pumped, the thumb on my clit flicking hard.

  A tremor worked through my body. Joy swept me in glowing clouds as I succumbed to the need clenching my thighs. A wave of peace washed over me as Tony lowered himself. He breathed kisses into my throat, panting. I held him, in awe of the sensations running through me.

  Physically, I felt amazing. Sore as hell but satisfied.

  Immensely satisfying. I liked the sticky, hot feeling, the primal nature of it, and that I had no desire to separate from him. Especially when he rained sweet kisses on my cheek and temple. His tenderness invaded my soul, healing broken patches, awakening dormant needs.

  Tony’s beautiful features flickered with apprehension. He pulled away and glanced at the mess between our legs. His raw gaze clashed with mine.

  “Tony, I’m fine.” I rubbed his bicep. “Don’t be sorry for this. I’m not.”

  “Evie, I am so sorry. If I weren’t such a bastard—”

  “You made up for it by saving my ass.”

  “You didn’t need saving until I made you run.”

  “Couples fight. I never expected this would happen. And if you weren’t in my life…I’d be raped or dead.” I cupped his face, smoothing the frown creasing his forehead. “Thanks for being there for me. And for not giving up.”

  “Never, Evie.”

  He balled me in his arms and dragged me into his chest, and I nestled in his warmth. He kissed the top of my head and whispered into my hair.

  “Evie, I’m grateful you’re okay.”

  My heart clenched. “You need four more.”

  “That’s the only one I care about right now.”

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  Evie’s hot mouth lulled me out of an exhausted sleep. Warmth wrapped my cock as she sucked me into hardness, her tongue gliding up and down my shaft. My balls tightened with the need for release as I lay back, sinking into bliss.

  Quite the wake-up call.

  I glanced at the clock. Three a.m. “I’m surprised you’re awake. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken it so easy on you.”

  I hadn’t been remotely gentle.

  Still, she’d enjoyed it, and she was at it again. She stared at me, the challenge in her eye stroking my cock as much as her blowjob. Her tongue swirled. Liquid heat lashed the underside, and I bit my lip to kill the sigh.

  This woman was fearless. Was that given to her by her ruthless father, or did she learn it growing up in that hell hole?

  Evie’s mouth made a wet pop as she lift
ed her head. Eyes blazing, she climbed onto my lap. She grabbed my face and kissed me. Long and hard. Passionate. The sort of kiss that pulled at the center of me.

  My mouth moved down her cheek, to her jawline, to the breasts crushing my chest. I nipped her skin until I brushed her nipple. I circled it with my tongue before closing on her, sucking.

  She shuddered, fisting my hair.

  “Please, Tony.”

  Yes.

  I was addicted to that sound. Her sighs. Her full tits budded with pink as I gave the other nipple the same attention. I licked across her collarbone, teasing the marks I’d made last night up her graceful neck, and smothered her pleas.

  My body was on autopilot as I settled between her legs. I pushed inside her.

  Too perfect.

  The warmth gripping my shaft chased away all doubt. She was too fucking good wrapped around me. Nothing that felt this amazing could be bad. None of this was wrong, even if I was wrong for her. When she gasped like that, as though surprised that we fit together, it resonated in my soul—made me hopeful.

  “Tell me how you want it, Evie. I was too selfish with you last night.”

  “Make love to me.”

  I slowed down, our lips never parting as I fucked her. She rewarded me with hitched breaths that throbbed ecstasy through me. I made love to her until her breathing quickened, and she begged me with her dark eyes.

  “Harder. Faster.”

  I made one quick jerk that ripped a groan from her throat. She raked the scars on my back, gliding down to grip my ass. She yanked, desperate for more friction. I gave it to her, shoving myself as far I could go. I nuzzled her sweat-streaked neck, tonguing her skin before sucking hard.

  My hips punched forward.

  She moaned. “More.”

  Greedy woman.

  I pulled her in a tight embrace and pounded her. Her tits smashed my chest as she arched, letting out a strangled noise as I pumped in and out of her. Her face screwed up, and then a soft gasp escaped her. Her orgasm made her pussy grip my dick with convulsions, the tension knotting her body.

  Two thrusts. That was all I needed before I came. The details I’d blocked out—her sweet taste, her curves pressing into me, her surrendering breaths—heated my thighs and cock. The fire consumed me as I filled her with cum. A flood of joy drowned me, and I stilled, relishing the moment. I lay on top of her, spent and breathless, using her breasts as a pillow.

  She buried her fingers in my hair, stroking.

  “Jesus. I feel like I’m high.”

  Pleasure tingled every patch of skin, even my lips. Suddenly, I had to reassure myself that this was real. I unstuck my face from her perfect tits and dragged my gaze to her sleepy smile. Then I kissed her. A jolt shot into me like a lightning strike. I was still inside her, hard as steel, and thickening fast.

  Minutes later, I came with her riding my lap and her nipple in my mouth. We collapsed together, the buzz already fading from my ecstasy-soaked brain.

  I had things to do.

  “Evie.” I rubbed her back, and her eyes flew open. “Evie, we need to talk.”

  “Can’t it wait?”

  I wish.

  I had no desire to leave this bed. I wanted to stay, but I’d killed four men. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen.

  “Let’s get washed.”

  I coaxed her to a seated position, but she groaned and rolled over.

  I slid the sheets off our bodies and switched on the lamp. Orange light flared across Evie’s soft curves. I helped her off the bed. Then I cupped her ass and nudged her into the bathroom.

  “Come on, baby. I’ll give you a massage. It’ll be nice.”

  She grunted.

  Our feet slapped the cool tile, and I flipped on the lights.

  Under the harsh lighting, Evie’s facade crumbled. She turned ashen. She crossed her arms, shivering. Tendons stood out on her neck as she stared into the mirror.

  Shit. “Evie?”

  “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Evie wiped her face, her eyes widening at her tear-streaked palm. “All of a sudden, I feel bad. I have this intense dread.”

  “You’ll be like that for a while.”

  “I will?”

  Nausea pitted my stomach as I curled my arm around her. I recognized the signs. The fear would worsen as the drugs faded from her system.

  What did that bastard do to my wife?

  I opened the shower door and wrenched the knob. She startled at the loud hiss, but the tension rippling her brow melted as water pelted her body, stroking her in tantalizing rivulets. “God, that’s amazing. He made me shower in cold water…” She trailed off, wearing that haunted look.

  “We’ll talk about it later. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  I soaped up her shoulders and massaged her back, my thumbs sinking into the tight muscles that refused to loosen. I washed her breasts, sliding down her taut abdomen to her womb.

  How many times did I come inside her?

  I hadn’t made that mistake in decades. A miracle, considering I used to dive into a mountain of cocaine every weekend. Somehow, I’d always held it together long enough to wear a condom. One night with Evie, and my brain cells seemed to spontaneously combust.

  A box of condoms sat in the nightstand. Hundreds of them. I hadn’t reached for them. It didn’t occur to me once. I got caught in the moment.

  How did that happen?

  “How are you feeling?”

  She squirted shampoo into her hands and lathered her hair. “I’m great. Just sore.”

  Avoiding the subject.

  Honestly, I couldn’t blame her.

  “I’ll get you Advil.”

  “No.”

  She sounded tense, if a bit on guard. My stomach hardened as I put together incomplete images. I’d probably never know what happened in those twenty-four hours we were apart. I wouldn’t force her to tell me, but it ate at me to watch her suffer.

  I rinsed myself and turned off the shower.

  I pulled her into a fierce hug and kissed her head, hating the devastation on her face when I disengaged. I grabbed a towel from the rack and cocooned her in cotton. “From now on, things will be different between us.”

  “Tony…you don’t need to placate me.”

  “Do I strike you as a people-pleaser?” I pinched her chin, dragging her wounded gaze to mine. “You need to understand something, Evie. Yesterday was the worst day of my life. Losing you to a trafficker, not knowing if you were hurt...it nearly killed me. Once I found out where you were, I had to wait. I spent that time obsessing over what I would’ve done differently to keep you from running off.”

  “Tony. You don’t have to—”

  “Let me finish. I never said I didn’t want to build a life with you. I don’t blame you for thinking that because I’ve been such an asshole, but I haven’t been stable in so long. Marrying a woman and starting a family...it’s like a fantasy. It was hard for me to accept this. I resisted you. I pushed you away, but it didn’t work because the truth is…You’re everything I’ve always wanted.”

  Tears squeezed from her shut lids. She swiped them away, choking out an apology. Then she threw her arms around me.

  I’d been such a moron.

  In the beginning, I’d suspected her business was connected. That she knew what her father was up to, but of course she didn’t. She had no idea. Like most of the women in the club, she was trapped in the system.

  Exploited.

  “I have to go.” A pang needled my stomach as she clung tighter to me. “When I’m back, I’ll cook you breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever you like. I’m yours for the rest of the day, but I have to do this first.”

  “Which is?”

  “Some miscellaneous errands.”

  “Tony, I’m not an idiot. What aren’t you telling me?”

  Everything.

  “We’ll talk later. I’m also sending over a doctor and my mom. She’ll keep you company while I’m gone. It’s not up
for fucking discussion, so don’t bother arguing.”

  Evie let out a heavy sigh.

  “Why do you have to leave?”

  “Because,” I said tightly, reminded of the four bodies. “I was very clear to Jett. I did not want you involved in club business, and what did he do the second my back was turned? I need to send a message. Crossing me will not be tolerated.”

  “What does that mean?”

  I didn’t know yet.

  My body heated as I pictured my retribution. I cataloged all their crimes. Dragging her into a dangerous situation. Getting her kidnapped. Drugged. Stripped. The theft of her ring, clothes, her dignity and safety. K might’ve sold her to be raped, but he wasn’t the only lowlife on my list.

  Ghost.

  Her worthless father.

  Basically, every man in her life.

  I toweled myself dry and left her in the bathroom. I was itching to leave, and her broken pleas didn’t make that easier. I strolled into the walk-in closet.

  Evie hung in the doorway, naked. Her soaking hair steadily dripped on her chest, rolling downward, temping me to catch them all with my tongue. “They were robbed. What happened to me isn’t the MC’s fault.”

  She had to believe that, didn’t she?

  “Agree to disagree.”

  “I was there. You weren’t.”

  I pulled on black slacks and a shirt, unlocking the gun from my safe, not trusting myself to speak.

  “This is your idea of justice? Maybe you’ll shoot me for running away!”

  “I’d rather spank your ass bright red.”

  “God forbid you’re nice to me for longer than five minutes. Tony, you can’t attack the clubhouse because of one stupid mistake!”

  That word infuriated me. It implied innocence. Wrong place and the wrong time. Bullshit. Legion had made their bed. She still failed to grasp the enormity of the situation, and I was sick of handling her with kid gloves.

  “I’m not shooting up anything, all right? And I won’t be at the MC.” I grabbed her chin and kissed her mouth roughly. “Promise.”