Sold: Dark Mafia Romance

Marcello tilts his head. “We’ll see about that.”

His fingers wrap around my throat, pushing me against the wall until my lungs release all the air they kept inside. His cock pushes right up against me as though he wants me to know how much this excites him.

His other hand dives right back into my bikini bottoms again. This time, he’s all in, completely overwhelming me with his swiveling and circling fingers until I’m a hotheaded mess of complicated emotions and needs.

All I want is to yell and come as my body aches for release.

The two are intertwined like devils dancing on my shoulders as I fight for a breath, fight to stop this inevitable plunge into the depths of darkness.

But I can’t, no matter how hard I try.

He’s got me under his spell.

“Yes, that’s it, kitten. Let go. Come for me,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss on my neck that undoes me. “Let me feel you come on my hand.”

He plunges two fingers into me once again and reaches for the spot, the one he already knows how to find so well. And within seconds, I explode with delicious orgasmic ripples flowing through my weakened body.

A treacherous moan slips over my parted lips.

One moan slipping out is all it takes to make his cock jerk against my bikini.

But I felt it. I felt it … and god help me… I liked it.

He grunts like an animal as his fingers slip out of me, and he turns me around, forcing me to my knees. Within seconds, he’s unbuckled his belt, ripped down his zipper, and pulled his dick out. The sheer size of it makes me swallow and focus on it, despite knowing full well he’s a fucking monster and that I shouldn’t want any of this.

But I do. Deep down in the darkest parts of me I wasn’t aware existed until now, I want every inch of him.

He jerks himself off right in front of me in one, two, three strokes. He groans out loud, and a warm jet of seed squirts onto my breasts, covering me in it. Nothing is left spared as it drips down onto my bikini and thighs. There are even a few drops on my lips.

Violent breaths emanate from his muscled chest. His broad shoulders rise and fall, and at that moment, all I can think of is that this man is a beast … one I cannot possibly hope to tame.

The next moment, he shoves his dick back into his pants and zips up as though nothing happened. Then he grabs my face, brushing his thumb across my lips to wipe up that cum only to push it into my mouth.

“Good, kitten …” he murmurs.

I make a promise to myself, right then and there. I’ll make him regret ever giving me that nickname.

He turns around to face away from me, probably to gather himself. “Put on the bikini top.”

“You cut it,” I reply.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “Do not talk back to me.” His voice is menacing.

I scowl at him before reaching for the skimpy fabric.

“I won’t have any of those swine look at you like they ever had a chance,” he adds possessively under his breath.

It makes me pause. Maybe Marcello cares more than he lets on if he doesn’t want to share me. He certainly doesn’t look like the type of man who plays well with others, and it’s something I can use against him.

“Where will you take me?” I ask.

He stares at me blankly and says nothing.

Suddenly, men burst into the door with a syringe. I scream as one of them grabs me and holds me down as the other one plunges the needle into my arm. Within seconds, everything around me starts to spin, and my vision blurs. My body caves underneath me, and my eyes drift close as I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Harper

When I wake up, my head feels like it’s exploding, and my body is weak to the core. It’s as if I slept for weeks without any of the rejuvenation. I’m sick to my stomach, and as I struggle to get up, I heave and throw up next to the bed.

Bed. Wait, what?

I blink a couple of times and look around. I’m on a soft bed with a velvety duvet in a spacious room. A white couch sits near the edge of the bed, and there’s a huge wardrobe against the wall on the right. To the left are three floor-to-ceiling windows, and next to it is a door.

Where the hell am I?

I rub my eyes and sink down on the edge of the bed. My bare feet touch the marbled floor. It’s cold, but then I notice a pair of slippers sitting right beside the bed.

Someone’s thought this through.

After rubbing my bruised arm where the needle went in, I pause. I’m wearing a full satin nightgown. Oh my god, someone dressed me up like a doll.