Until Forever Ends: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Adelaide Forrest

  Until Forever Ends

  Beauty in Lies Book Two

  Adelaide Forrest

  Copyright © 2021 by Adelaide Forrest

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  Contents

  About the Author

  Content & Trigger Warnings

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Also by Adelaide Forrest

  About the Author

  Adelaide lives in her tiny house with her husband and two rambunctious kids. When she's not chasing all three of them and her dog around the house, she spends all her free time writing and adding to the hoard of plots stored on her bookshelf and hard-drive.

  She always wanted to write, and did from the time she was ten and wrote her first full-length fantasy novel. The subject matter has changed over the years, but that passion for writing never went away.

  She has a background in Psychology and working with horses, but Adelaide began her publishing journey in February 2020 and never looked back.

  For more information, please visit Adelaide's website or subscribe to her newsletter.

  Content & Trigger Warnings

  Beauty in Lies is a DARK mafia romance series dealing with topics that some readers may find offensive or triggering. Readers of Adelaide Forrest’s Bellandi Crime Syndicate series should note that this series is much darker.

  Please keep in mind the following list WILL contain specifics about the ENTIRE series and may spoil certain plot elements. Please avoid the next page if you don’t wish to know specifics.

  The following scenarios are all present in the Beauty in Lies series. This list may be added to over time.

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  •Situations involving dubious, questionable, or nonconsent

  •13 Year Age gap, with both characters being of legal age at the time a physical relationship forms.

  •Forced Pregnancy

  •Branding

  •Forced Marriage under threat of death & violence

  •VERY graphic violence, torture, and murder

  •Drug use, attempted date rape, and dubious situations while under the influence

  •Kidnapping/Captive Scenarios

  1

  Rafael

  She'd left me.

  Nothing in our lives would ever change the fact that she'd tried to leave. That she'd chosen her mundane life over the passionate embrace I offered her. I couldn't remember a time something had affected me powerfully enough that rage blazed inside me so fiercely it tempted me to set the world on fire.

  If I couldn't have her, no one would. I'd kill us both before I ever let her walk away.

  I ignored the nervous chatter of the three brothers at my heels, hefting Isa higher into my arms and carrying her down the stairs to the lower level of my yacht where the McLaren waited for us. I didn't dare to look down at her as I went. The sight of her deceptively innocent face would only torture me if I did.

  Joaquin hurried around me and hauled the passenger side door open as I neared it. Despite my best intentions, I caught sight of Isa's beautiful face as I gently rested her in the seat. Even with anger simmering in my veins, I took the moment to study her relaxed and peaceful features.

  When she woke up, she'd hate me. When she woke up, everything would change for her.

  I stroked a thumb over her cheekbone, wishing I could feel her eyes on mine one more time before they hardened with the truth of her new reality.

  I didn't know what was coming. I had no way of predicting how Isa would react when she awoke as my prisoner. But the murky waters ahead of us would probably more closely resemble the Chicago River than the Mediterranean where Isa had fallen in love with me.

  Stepping back with a heavy sigh, I drew my shoulders tight and closed the door to seal her inside. Over an hour had passed since we'd left Ibiza in the early morning. Over an hour where she'd slept next to me, and I was forced to wonder if she dreamt of me.

  If I was still the handsome man she'd met in Ibiza, or if she finally saw the nightmare who would consume her.

  I made my way to the driver's side. My stare was stern on the man who took too long to open the hatch and give me a surface to drive on over the gap between the yacht and the marina dock. As I lowered myself inside, he finally gave me a nervous nod that it was safe to make my exit.

  My home island loomed in front of me, the hilly terrain in the background beckoning me forward. In the distance, the rooftop edges of the main house could be seen. The terracotta Mediterranean style was vastly different from the pine trees that covered the hillside and offered the compound where my people lived in privacy.

  The McLaren started up with a purr; the sound vibrating off the inside of the yacht as I navigated my way onto the dock and took the winding road up the hill to the house. The drive was short, punctuated only by my anger and the knowledge of what came next.

  Of the start of showing Isa exactly what her new life would be.

  A sense of relief lurked beneath my rage, knowing that I wouldn't need to disguise my impulses in the interest of making Isa love me. She'd see the real monster, not just hints of him, and know she'd made the wrong choice.

  She should have loved the man; instead, she would be possessed by her worst nightmare.

  Pulling up in front of the main house, I threw the car into park and hurried out the driver's side. Alejandro and Regina stood on the front step with their faces drawn into tight smiles. I hadn't bothered to inform them of the circumstances of our arrival, beyond ordering Regina to have Dr. Garcia ready with the items he and I had discussed before my departure.

  It'd been meant to be a worst-case scenario, a contingency, but I hadn't known just how much the failure would hurt.

  "Mi hijo," Regina said, stepping forward as if to hug me. I ignored her, opening the passenger side and watching as her eyes dropped to Isa's unconscious form. The smile dropped off her face as I pulled Isa from the vehicle, cradling her limp body in my arms and striding past Regina and Alejandro's gaping faces to carry her to our bedroom.

  To put her exactly where she belonged.

  "Joder," Alejandro cursed at my back.

  "Mi hijo, is she alright?" Regina asked, the concern in her voice making me falter in my steps. "She's bleeding." I glanced down at Isa's torn knees, a moment of something akin to regret filling me before I spun to level Regina with a glare.

  "She made her choice. And I made mine."

/>   Regina touched a hand to her mouth as her bottom lip trembled, but I couldn't be bothered to spare a moment for her delicate sensibilities. They'd both always known what would come to Isa if she didn't choose me.

  They'd just hoped it wouldn't become necessary.

  Turning, I made my way down the hall to the bedroom where Dr. Garcia waited. He took one look at Isa and heaved a disappointed sigh. He'd made himself very clear in our conversations that what I asked of him went against his purpose, that it was unethical in a way he wasn't comfortable with. He'd do it anyway, if he valued having a head on his shoulders.

  I found most men did.

  Moving inside the open door, I gently laid Isa on the bed. Her chocolate hair spread over the white bedding as her head tilted to the side on the pillow.

  "Señor Ibarra, perhaps there's another way," Dr. Garcia said.

  "There's not," I snapped, taking my eyes off Isa's peaceful face to carefully turn her to lie on her stomach. Grabbing the knife from my nightstand, I slit the fabric of the back of her dress to her waist, revealing her smooth skin to the eyes of another man even though I hated every moment of it. I suppressed the urge to murder him for laying eyes on skin that should have been for me, even knowing it was no more than a man would see when mi princesa went for a swim in the pool. The fact that she was unconscious and finally in my bed worsened the natural instinct I felt to lock her away from everyone else.

  But his involvement was a necessary evil that I wouldn't regret should Isa decide to do something stupid when she woke up naked in my bed and remembered who I was.

  When she remembered what I'd done.

  He sighed, nodding his head as he fiddled with the syringe to prepare Isa's first tracker. I unclasped her bra, baring the space between her shoulder blades for him to find the perfect position.

  Somewhere she couldn't cut it out without help.

  She didn't move as he inserted the first tracker. Didn't so much as twitch as he inserted another one into her arm, just above her right elbow.

  "I can convince myself that the trackers might save her life," he said, grabbing the other syringe from his bag. I turned Isa from her stomach to her back, deliberately attempting to ignore the advice that was coming. "But not this, Señor Ibarra. I beg you to reconsider making this choice for her. Señora Adamik is young. She may come around to the idea of children in her own time."

  "I don't know what I ever said to make you think I gave a single fuck about your opinion, Doctor," I said mockingly.

  He bit his lower lip, watching as I carefully cut the fabric away from Isa's stomach. Her dress was nothing but a pile of scraps covering the most intimate parts of her body, but I couldn't force myself to reveal her to another man more than absolutely necessary. If I'd felt comfortable handling the trackers and her fertility shot on my own, I would have.

  He delivered the injection with cool professionalism, then stepped back and gathered his things. A glance to his face showed all the confliction there, the evidence of his horror at being involved in my plans for Isa. Leaving without another word, he closed the door behind him and left me to my privacy with mi princesa.

  I sighed, standing from the bed and making my way into the master bathroom to run a warm bath. I stripped off my clothes while I waited, glancing back at the bed where Isa hadn't moved since I'd left her. Turning off the water, I went back to the bedroom and stripped off her dress with gentler motions than felt natural. In spite of the rage simmering in my blood as though I stood in the pits of Hell itself, my touch on Isa remained gentle. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her while she slept.

  All I wanted was to mark her. To claim her as mine. But she'd be awake when that time came. She'd be aware of everything I did to her and know where she'd gone so terribly wrong.

  Once she was naked, I drew her into my arms again and carefully maneuvered the two of us into the tub. Her back pressed against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder as she slept. I let the water do most of the work for me, cleaning her body of the dirt that she'd collected in her scuffles along the streets of Ibiza as she fled. The water turned a light pink as it washed away the dried blood from her skin, making it so the very essence of her surrounded me in a halo of pain.

  I lost track of how long I sat there with her in my arms, gently working a washcloth over her wounds to finish cleaning them. I thought back to the night when I'd told her I knew how many freckles she had and held her in a similar way. I tormented myself, wondering if all the while she'd rested in my arms, she'd been thinking of the time after she left me.

  If she'd been imagining her life back home, when all I could think about was the fact that she was my home.

  When I finally felt like she'd soaked long enough, I pulled her from the tub and dried the both of us off to the best of my ability. Laying her out on the bed, I examined the wounds on her hands and knees to ensure they'd come clean and would heal properly.

  Her body was pliant beneath me as I crawled into the bed beside her, stroking a hand over her stomach where the fertility shot had pierced her skin. The muscles twitched in reaction, signaling her pending return to reality.

  I nudged her legs apart with my hand, staring down at the pink flesh between her thighs in a moment where her insecurity with her body couldn’t hinder my observations of her body. I touched a finger to the freckle just below her belly button, gliding my hand lower slowly and watching her face for any reaction.

  She didn’t stir, her eyelashes remaining fully closed as my finger slid through her lips and bumped against her clit. I cupped her sex in my hand, staring down at her in awe and wondering how she ever took me inside her.

  A glance back to her face confirmed she still hadn’t awoken from the last clinging embrace of the sedative, slumbering peacefully as I violated her in a way I knew she would condemn when she discovered the truth.

  And I had every intention of making sure she knew I’d touched her while she slept.

  That she was mine to do with as I pleased, and the boundaries that would have existed in a normal relationship would never apply to us.

  I maneuvered my body over her leg, placing my face at eye level with her pussy and lifting her knees up to spread her open wider. Running my tongue between her folds, I licked her from her entrance to her clit and back again.

  Compelled with the need to ensure she dreamt of me, my fingers dug into her hip bones. Even in sleep, Isa wouldn’t be free of me. Not ever again.

  My touch turned bruising as my rage consumed me. With the reminder that mi princesa tried to leave me. That she’d tried to walk away from me.

  Never again to know my mouth on her. Never again to know what it was to have my cock inside her.

  I dragged my lips over her pussy and to her thigh, sinking my teeth into the flesh of her leg and reveling in the tiny whimper she released in her sleep. The sight of my bite mark on her skin appeased me slightly. I stared at it and blew a breath against her clit as I watched her, leaning forward to press the flat of my tongue to her firmly. I worked her over without mercy in a way that would have made her scream had she been awake.

  Her leg twitched beside my head, the sensation working to draw her from the haze. Sealing my mouth around her clit, I sucked gently until her stomach trembled with her need to come.

  Her eyelashes fluttered, her lids remaining closed despite the pull of my mouth on her pussy, trying to draw her from her slumber. I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking on it with steady and rhythmic pulses until her stomach caved in.

  The breath caught in her lungs and her legs tried to tighten around my head involuntarily as she came on my tongue. I watched as her lashes fluttered one last time and her legs relaxed around me, positioning myself to kneel between her legs as I took my cock in hand.

  Staring at the wet and swollen flesh between her legs, I stroked myself furiously. Anger that she hadn’t woken up yet consumed me, driving me forward with the need to be inside her.

  But I wanted to look her in the eyes t
he first time her nightmare fucked her. I wanted her to know exactly who owned her for the first time. The thought of the shock in her pretty multicolored eyes drove me over the edge, and I shot my release all over her pussy and lower stomach with a ragged groan.

  I bit my lip as I looked down at the cum staining her skin, glistening on her and marking me as hers. I wanted to stare at it while I waited for her to wake up, but the goosebumps on her arms compelled me to pull the sheet over her and hide her body from my view.

  I grabbed a pair of shorts from the closet, tugging them on and settling into the chair beside the bed to watch her until she woke up and remembered where she was.

  My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, uncaring about the release I’d just painted on her skin.

  I'd waited sixteen months to have her. I could wait another hour to truly make her mine.

  2

  Isa

  My head throbbed, a dull ache that pulled me from the depths of a vague memory. The feel of a man's hand in mine, the rough skin of his palm wrapped around me, tugged at me from the past. It tried to pull me under, tried to take me back to the last place I ever wanted to remember.

  But the pain in my head pushed the demons back, forcing me to open my eyes with a quiet groan that rattled in my dry throat. I touched a hand to my forehead as I blinked up at the white linen fabric hanging like a canopy from the bed frame above me. Forcing myself to sit up slowly, I licked my lips as I tried to remember where I'd fallen asleep.