Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 2)

The hand that was cradling my head moves to my throat. Staring into my eyes, he gives my slender throat a tight squeeze, and I feel lighter—like I’m flying. It’s an adrenaline rush to know he holds all the power, that he could hurt me if he wanted to, but knowing that he won’t.

With that single hand, he pins me to the mattress and fucks me like a savage beast. While his other hand moves beneath my shirt, finding my tit and tweaking the hard peak. Each stroke makes me hotter, and soon I’m ready to combust like a shooting star in the night sky.

All the muscles in my body tighten, and I become as straight as a board.

“I’m…” I sink my nails harder into his skin. “I’m coming.” I finally get the words out just as my orgasm crests, and the world around me fades. My entire channel convulses around Markus’s cock, and he lets out a hiss as I bear down on his length.

Waves of pleasure still lick at my sensitive flesh as he pulls out of me. I whimper and give him a displeasing look because I know he didn’t come yet. Before I can voice my concern, he flips me onto my stomach. The drawer on the nightstand opens, and the sound of a bottle opening meets my ears.

I feel the cold lube between my ass cheeks a moment later and shiver at the contact. Markus climbs back onto the bed and moves, so he’s right behind me.

With two fingers, he spreads my ass cheeks and groans. “Your ass was made to be fucked by me.” Landing a harsh slap on my ass, he slips a finger into my tight puckered hole at the same time.

I whimper into the mattress and claw at the bedsheets at the intrusion. My ass tightens around that digit, and Markus places kisses across my shoulder and neck, helping to loosen the tension. As soon as he can start to move, he does. Very slowly he fucks my ass with his fingers until I’m a writhing mess.

“I-I need you.”

“Now you need me,” Markus replies cockily.

“Markus.” I groan, feeling like I might die if he doesn’t fuck my ass soon.

He chuckles and replaces his fingers with his cock, slowly slipping into my tight hole. I breathe deeply through the transition, and once he’s fully seated, I sigh as delicious pleasure ripples through me. His hand ghosts over my backside, and then he moves, his thrusts shallow at first. Over time, he moves faster and faster, his balls slap against my clit, and like a match being lit, I burn up in the flames of pleasure, my orgasm grabbing me by the throat.

I can’t breathe, can’t see. All I can do is feel. Feel the love Markus has for me. Feel the intense pleasure. Feel our connection, growing, becoming deeper.

Markus lets out a roar that rattles the walls, and I feel him still behind me. I’ve barely just caught my breath when his release floods my asshole. I’m content, joyful, and happier than I’ve ever been. Timothy is dead, my sister is safe, and Markus is mine.

“I love you, Fallon,” Markus whispers before placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“I love you too.” I sigh.

There is nothing that could take the joy I’m feeling away. I’ve got it all. Now, I just have to make sure no one tries to ruin my forever.40MarkusI’ve come to care for Amelie, I really have, but the entire time she’s been staying with us, something has been nagging me about her. She is keeping things from us. I can see it in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking.

The way she flinches at a loud noise. The way she looks over her shoulder like she thinks someone is following her. The way she looks out of the window as if she expects someone to be standing there.

At first, I was convinced it was PTSD from being held captive, but the more I watch her, the more I think there is something else… something deeper going on. No matter how many times Fallon and I have tried to talk to her about her time in captivity, she refuses to talk about it.

She shuts down completely and turns in on herself. I think Amelie has been scared for a long time. A lot longer than the time she spent in that cell.

The fact that she didn’t want to go back to her boyfriend only adds to my suspicions. I just can’t figure out what exactly happened. Was her boyfriend involved in her kidnapping, or was he just an abusive asshole before?

I know it’s bothering Fallon, not knowing what happened, not knowing how to help her.

I wait for Fallon to take a bath before I make my way to Amelie’s room. The door is wide open, so I step in. Her back is turned to me, and she is folding clothes and neatly stacking them into her suitcase, which is propped up on the bed.