Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 2)

Tears form in my eyes, and when I blink, they fall, sliding down the apples of my cheeks.

I feel… whole and full of love. I knew he felt different, could feel it in the way he cared for me. He made love to me, pampered me, and made me his equal. Not once did I feel like I was his captive, not since the day we rescued Amelie.

“You mean it?” My voice cracks.

“Yes, every fucking word. I want you, Fallon. To be mine. Forever. As my other half. We didn’t start things out in the most conventional of ways, and I’m an asshole on even my best days, but I want you. All of you.”

“Yes!” My lips are trembling, my thoughts swirling. “I want to stay. I want you too.”

Pressing his firm lips against mine, he steals the air from my lungs. Fire and passion encompass us. I part my lips, and his tongue slides inside, tangling with my own. He tastes like sin and mint. I crave his kisses, his touch, every single thing about him.

I run my hands through his dark hair, tugging on the strands. If we don’t end this, we’ll end up fucking right here on the couch, where Amelie could come out at any second. As if he’s thinking the same thing, he pulls back, his nose grazing mine, and his chest rises and falls at a rapid rate, matching the tempo of my own.

Our breaths are ragged, our lips aching.

“We’re doing this?” he finally says, his voice thick.

Does he not believe me or think I am serious? I’ve already fallen for him. There is no undoing what’s already done.

“Yes?”

“Just making sure because after today, I’m never letting you go. I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me and tie you to the damn bed if you try and escape on your own. This is your only chance to leave for the next however many years we have together.”

I smirk, feeling like I’ve won the lottery. “Then so be it because I’m not going anywhere.”

Markus grins and grabs me by the back of my legs, hiking me up his firm body. I let out a small squeal that he silences with his lips. He kisses me with so much passion, he steals the air from my lungs.

Caught up in his touch and the fire he stirs in my belly, I don’t even realize we’ve made it to the bedroom until he places me down on the mattress. He releases me and goes to the door, closing us inside.

Those full lips of his turn up at the sides, and it’s such a seductive grin that my nipples harden at the sight of him. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the floor. By the time I’ve gotten my leggings off, he’s already naked and stalking back toward the bed.

“I can’t even describe how much I need you right now.” His lips brush against mine, and his hand snakes beneath my back. He lifts me, cradling me to his chest while his thick cock swings like a sword between our bodies.

“I need you too, so shut up and fuck me,” I order, wrapping my legs around his middle and digging my heels into his ass cheeks.

I’m wearing a thin cotton T-shirt and no bra since I’ve spent the entire day lounging around waiting for him to return home. Of course, I’m bare from the waist down, and Markus uses that to his advantage, brushing the head of his cock against my entrance.

“Are you ordering me around?” His lips trail down my throat and over my throbbing pulse. My blood hums in my veins, and I lift my hips, seeking the pleasure I know only he can bring me. One of his hands moves beneath my head, and it’s like he’s cradling me in his arms. His fingers move through my hair, and he fists the strands tightly, causing a sting of pain to radiate across my scalp. “Are you?” A deep growl emits from his chest.

My core tightens at the deepness. I want him to fuck me already, to show me who is in control.

“Yes.” I curl my lip and lift my head, pressing my nose against his. “Now fuck me like you claim to love me.”

Without warning, he slams into me, all the way to the hilt, his hips kissing mine. Our bodies connect, bringing a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain.

He fucks me brutally, and not like he loves me but hates me. It’s raw, powerful, and consuming.

The air in my lungs wheezes out past my lips, and my toes curl with each thrust. I dig my nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his back.

“Fuck, yes. Make me bleed,” Markus grunts and bares his teeth, the corded muscles in his neck tighten, and he looks like a wild animal about to dig into his prey.