Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 2)

Her body stiffens beneath me. Her ass grabs onto my cock so tightly, my balls draw up, and I know my own release is about to come.

I let her ride out her orgasm before withdrawing my hand. Now that she’s come, I can seek out my own release without worrying about hurting her.

Digging my fingers into her skin, I grab her hips and hold her in place while I fuck her roughly. She whimpers beneath me but doesn’t ask me to stop. I’m delirious with need, using her, seeking out my release, and nothing else.

Driving into her over and over, I feel the rush. My heart thunders in my chest and my toes curl.

“Fuck. I’m coming… I’m going to fill your ass with my cum.” I slap her ass hard, and she tightens further around my cock. Shitfuckinghell. A second later, I explode deep in her hole. I come so hard and long, my vision blurs, and I stop breathing.

Wave after wave of pleasure rushes over me until I’m completely spent.

I collapsed on top of her and catch my breath. I can still feel her ass pulsing around my cock, and I wonder if she came again. She’s squeezing my cock like she did.

When I realize she’s not moving at all, my thoughts take a nosedive.

Did I hurt her? Is she okay?

Worried I might be crushing her with my weight, I push myself up and off her. I make quick work of the ropes, so I can turn her around and inspect her. Her eyes are closed, but her cheeks are flush, and her eyes are dry. She didn’t cry. Still, I’m worried that I was too rough?

“Fallon?” She stirs, but her eyes remain shut.

Maybe I fucked her right to sleep? Lying down next to her, I slide my arms behind her head and turn her toward me. She sighs deeply and inches toward me. Maybe she is cold and seeking out my body heat. I pull her closer and tuck the blanket over us both.

“Go to sleep,” I tell her and place a gentle kiss on her forehead. My heart expands in my fucking chest as the soft sigh she expels. That was good, too fucking good.

I can’t believe this is how the night ended. I was sure it would be a disaster with Fallon crying her eyes out in the cell, and me drinking myself half to death.

Closing my own eyes, I’m about to drift to sleep when I hear her murmur something. At first, I can’t make out what she is saying at all. It’s a mumble jumble of words that make little sense. Then I hear them loud and clear, the words that will not let me sleep a single minute tonight.

“I’m sorry I have to betray you…”23FallonAnother three days pass. Things feel different and yet the same. I’m still nowhere closer to getting to a phone to call those people. I’ve thought about telling Markus the truth more than once, but the instructions were clear. I’m not to tell anyone, especially not Markus.

If I do, my sister will die…

Pressure forms behind my eyes just thinking about her. She’s been held captive as long as I have now, but I don’t know under what conditions. Somehow, I doubt it’s in a cozy cabin like I am, and that makes me feel so incredibly guilty.

Markus has scared me more than once, threatened to hurt me even, but I’m sure he’s done nothing compared to all my sister must have endured.

Switching gears, I think back to that night three days ago. He didn’t get the information he wanted, but he still didn’t hurt me.

His touch was gentle, possessive. He worshiped my body and drove out feelings I had no right feeling. He bought me, paid a million dollars so that he could fuck me however he pleased. The last thing I should be doing is giving in to these tantalizing feelings.

Captive falling for her captor. It was stupid and would surely end in either heartache or death. Markus wasn’t the type to love or even care for another human, so why was he showing me compassion when he showed no one else it.

He hasn’t asked me again who I was trying to call, which makes me wonder if he has something else planned or if he’s simply given up.

I mull over my thoughts while eating breakfast, which Markus made. Homemade oatmeal with fresh fruit. Each bite I take lands in my belly like a brick. Across from me, Markus sits, watching me, his eyes glued to my spoon as I shovel food into my mouth.

As if he realizes what he’s doing, he shakes his head and snaps out of it.

“Hurry and finish. We’re going on a little trip.”

Newfound excitement fizzles in my belly. “Where are we going?”

I try not to sound as eager as I feel but getting out of the house is just what I need today. I feel like a bird in a cage, never free, always longing for more. I need to feel the air beneath my wings just for a while.