Promised to the Killer: A Dark Mafia Romance

“What truth do you think I don’t know?” I ask, panting hard. I’m flushed all over and my ass cheeks burn from the spanking but I’m buzzed on pleasure like a drug.

“You’re not as weak as you think you are. Ready for more, princess?”

“I’m ready,” I whisper, and I don’t know why I do it. I could tell him to stop. I think he’d stop if I really begged. But god, I don’t want this to end. I really, really don’t want this to end.

He spanks me. He licks me. He spanks me again, and again, and laps me and sucks me, and drives me fucking wild. I’m sweating, moaning, biting the couch so hard my teeth hurt, until finally I can’t take it anymore, I finally break down and start pleading with him, god, begging him. “Maxim, please, please, make me come. Please make me come. I can’t stand it anymore. I need it so badly.”

“Tell me you’re strong, Siena. I want to hear it from you.”

“I’m strong. I’m fucking Hercules. Make me come, you asshole.”

“Try again. And mean it this time.”

Another spank. By now, I don’t even need the pleasure aspect. My wires are so crossed that his palm against my bare ass is enough to send my bliss signals into overdrive.

“Fuck, I’m strong, I’m strong. It’s why I helped Tianna. It’s why I keep trying to help Mira, okay? I’m not some weak idiot. I’m not worthless.”

“Yes,” he whispers. “Say that again.”

“I’m not worthless.”

He spanks me hard and licks my clit. He sucks it and does this amazing thing with his tongue and I scream. I throw my head back and scream with delight and frustration and need, white-hot, fire-filled need.

“Fuck me, Maxim,” I gasp, brain a buzzing mess of want. “Fuck me, you bastard. Please, fuck me.”

He growls and his belt unbuckles. His pants come off. His cock is long and thick and he rolls it along my soaking pussy as he spanks me one more time, his tip grinding into my clit, and my back arches and my toes curl as he sinks himself deep inside my tight slit. I say his name and moan as he fucks me in long, hard strokes, and I come in a blinding flash of absolute pleasure, my pussy contracting on his cock, grabbing him and holding him tight, pulling him deeper as I’m thrown into a euphoria I didn’t even know existed, my entire world drilled down to his cock fucking me, fucking me deep and rough.

He growls in my ear and I feel him come inside me. I lean back and kiss him over my shoulder and I’m sweating, drenched in sweat, and all I can taste are his lips and his tongue and everything about him as he stays buried between my legs, both of us panting, breathing hard.

I pull back slightly. He cups my breasts as if he can’t keep his hands off me. I grin at him. “I’m going to be bruised, you know.”

“Good.” He kisses me gently. “I’ll get you a warm towel. It’ll help a bit with the soreness.”

I shake my head. “Later. Just stay here for now, okay?”

He nods and wraps his arms around me. His cock slides out and he lays on the couch. I cuddle up against him, curling into his massive arms and chest. He’s mostly dressed—except for his pants and underwear—and I’m completely naked. And yet I don’t care. I don’t feel exposed.

I feel safe.

Why did he make me say that I’m not worthless? Why those words, exactly? Was it something he came up with in the moment—or something he’d been thinking about?

I’m not sure it matters. The idea buzzes through my orgasm-soaked brain and I chew on my lip, turning it over and over. I’m not powerless. I’m not worthless. I can help people.

So what if I tried and failed? At least I tried. That’s more than so many other people can say.

“I want to ask you something,” I say softly.

He shifts behind me. “If you want to go again, I’m ready.”

“No, asshole.” I’m smiling like a moron. My cheeks are flushed red. “I mean, maybe in a minute.”

He chuckles and kisses my ear. “Go on, ask me.”

“My father’s business.” I stop and take a deep breath. “Why are you getting involved with him? I mean, why my father, exactly? There are other families and gangs that could help you.”

He’s quiet for a moment. I’m afraid I made him angry, but I don’t feel a tension behind me. Instead, he seems like he’s thinking about how to answer.

“The Novalov family is strong,” he says after ten heartbeats of quiet. “We have a lot of influence. But my father believes that the moment we stop growing is the moment we stagnate. That’s what’ll lead to our downfall.”

“He thinks growing into the flesh trade is the only way?”