Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 2)

It’s a carnal need, a want, and fascination.

He doesn’t want to hurt me; he wants to possess me, to own me, and that’s just as scary of a thought. His nostrils flare, and his eyes dilate while impatience fills the rest of his rugged features. I drag my gaze back down his body, trying not to check him out in the process—chiseled muscles and an eight pack. He’s obviously committed to a rigorous workout schedule. I can’t deny that he is attractive, but he’s dangerous too.

“Are you going to remove the shirt, or would you like me to rip it from your body? When I tell you to do something, I want it done immediately.” The deep growl he admits makes me shiver. My nipples harden at the sound, becoming tight little peaks.

I hate that even as I tremble with fear swirling in my belly, my body is still attracted to him. Clearly, the body doesn’t understand the fear that the mind does.

I tug the material off and over my head without a word and toss it to the floor. Letting my arms hang down at my sides, I do the one thing I shouldn’t. I turn my back on the enemy and face the door. I can only pray he doesn’t beat me or hurt me in any way.

A breath passes, and then another. I wonder what he’s going to do next. What will happen? The anticipation is killing me.

Finally, Markus moves. I can hear his feet shuffling over the floor, and then he’s directly behind me, the heat of his body laps against mine like waves against the shore.

Grabbing both my wrists, he pulls them together, twisting my arms at an angle as he ties them behind my back with the rope all over again. It feels like a knife is being plunged into my stomach, and I cannot stop myself from asking the most important question of all,

“What are you going to do to me?”

With the rope digging into my skin, and my hands bound behind my back, he grabs me by the shoulder and leads me over to the bed.

“I bought you for a purpose, so don’t you think I should use you?”

Use me. That’s what he’s going to do. Use my body.

“Yes, I suppose.” I gulp, trying not to sound as worried as I feel.

A man like him will take my fears and twist them, turning them into the truest of nightmares. Spinning me around, so I’m facing him again, he lifts me by the hips and places me on the edge of the bed. My throat tightens when his hands remain at my hips and trail down my sides slowly.

His hot breath caresses my cheek, and the smell of soap and cinnamon clings to my nostrils. Clean, intoxicating. I stare at a spot on the floor, waiting for the inevitable to happen, for him to take me and use me as he sees fit. I brace myself for the pain that I know will come.

“Are you scared of me?” His voice is gentle, like a soft breeze.

I look up and directly into his eyes. “Should I be?”

There is a pregnant pause as if he is unsure as well. His gaze catches on something behind me before returning. “Yes, you probably should, and you should definitely fear the things I want to do to you. The things I will do to you.”

“Will you hurt me?”

“That depends on you. Are you really a virgin?” He grabs me by the chin, forcing me to look at him.

The lie sits heavy on the tip of my tongue. I could lie and tell him yes since it’s been a while, and I’ve only been with two guys. I’m sure I could pull it off. Maybe then he would be gentle with me? Take his time?

Somehow, I doubt it, but there is a sliver of hope.

I’m afraid to speak the truth but know the truth will get me closer to him. A man like him will see through my lie, so even as afraid as I am of him knowing I’m not, I’m more afraid of what lying will bring me.

“No,” I tell him, feeling defeated.

He gives me a smirk that looks more devious than happy. “Good. Because there’s no way I can be gentle with you. I want your mouth around my cock. Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

All I can do is nod my head as I’m left completely speechless when he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants and shoves them down his legs.

My gaze widens and travels down his torso and over two thighs of steel, stopping on his hardening cock. It’s impressive in size and girth, and I worry if I’m going to be able to fit it in my mouth.

Before I can get lost in that sea of worry, I feel his hand trailing down over my thigh.