Savage Beast: A Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Romance (Sinfully Savage) Page 16

  I work my fingers harder and faster, flicking her clit at the same time. She clenches tight around them, a sharp yelp tumbling from her lips. I silence any other sounds by feasting on her puckered mouth and letting her sounds of pleasure infuse my entire being.

  I back away slightly, pulling off my boxer briefs. My cock springs to attention, precum pooling at the tip. But it’s gonna have to wait a little longer.

  I haven’t finished my appetizer yet.

  I slide my tongue down the front of her abdomen as her legs fall open, beckoning me. I sweep my tongue down her slit before slipping it into her, stroking her velvety walls with every push deeper into her heat.

  She grips my hair, tangling her fingers into it as I nip at her clit, flicking it with my tongue. Her legs tighten around my head and she grabs a pillow and presses it over her face to muffle the screams that urge me to rocket her into oblivion.

  Not that I need an invitation to do that.

  It’s a given with me.

  Suddenly, she throws off the pillow, pulling my head away from her pussy. “I need you inside of me now!” she rasps through gritted teeth, panting like she’s choked for oxygen.

  My lips curl upward as I reach into my night table drawer and grab a condom. I tear it open with my teeth and slip it out of the packet, but she takes it from me before I can roll it on. I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, but when she leans forward and teases my slit with her tongue before taking in the entire length of my throbbing shaft, I know I’m in serious danger of erupting. My hands grip the back of her head as it bobs up and down, stroking me with her lips and tongue. Tiny sparks in my groin make my skin prickle under her touch and I clench my teeth to hold back the groan that threatens to escape.

  She pulls her mouth away from me minutes later, rolling the condom onto my shaft, slowly, maddeningly, tormentingly. And when she leans back onto the mattress, pulling me against her, all thoughts of what is horribly bad about this situation fade into the deep corners of my mind where I don’t judge my actions and I don’t worry about consequences.

  Two things that are definitely going to bubble to the surface once I’m no longer drunk on my longing for Marchella Amante.

  I’ll consider them later…much later, when I’m sufficiently hungover from my carnal binge.

  I position my cock at her entrance, my gaze tussling with hers as I thrust deep inside of her with a muffled groan. Christ, I wasn’t prepared for this…her. Liquid heat drowns me upon entrance, suffocating me in the most sensuous possible way. I could die a happy death knowing I’d be rooted here for eternity.

  I collapse on top of her, sliding my dick against her clit with every push and pull. I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, my tongue delving into her mouth, wanton lust coursing through me and kindling every nerve ending.

  If I were a forest fire….well, fuck.

  I’d be ash by now.

  Marchella’s nails lance the skin of my back, digging into my flesh, deeper and more frenzied as I lunge forward. Her body thrashes beneath me, soft cries slipping from her mouth.

  And, my God, I love the fucking music drifting into the air around us.

  Our bodies slap together, pebbled with sweat. Our limbs entwine, connected in a way that was never intended, but one in which our bodies were destined to find. I wrap my arms around her, smothering her cries with my hungry mouth. She clenches, dragging me deeper, farther into her, and I suddenly…and blissfully…become her prisoner.

  And I don’t ever want to be released.

  Though, I wouldn’t be opposed to handcuffs…

  I thrust hard into her carnal abyss…once, twice, three times, and as she whimpers against my lips, I let go…of everything.

  What I’m supposed to do, what I’m instructed to control, what I’m responsible for managing…I let it all go.

  In this second, I don’t give a flying fuck about any of it.

  I don’t want to think.

  I only want to feel.

  So I let the blaze rage through me, incinerating all of the objections and the criticisms.

  Sparks ignite deep within my groin and I explode inside of her with a loud roar that I don’t bother to mask.

  This is me, not giving a fuck about anything but the beauty writhing against my lust-soaked body.

  My God, I’d wanted this so badly years ago.

  And what I imagined doesn’t even come close to the salacious reality.

  I’ll pay for it later, but right now?

  I’m actually…good. Better than good.

  I’m amazing, in a way I’ve never been before.

  In a way I don’t ever want to lose.

  I let out a deep breath, settling myself against her flushed skin. “Damn…”

  She flings an arm over me, her dark hair tickling my chest as she shifts herself closer. “Wow.”

  “Yeah.” I can say other words but they’re stuck in the back of my throat, along with all of the conflict.

  Marchella rolls herself onto her elbow, her breaths short and sharp and her cheeks bright pink. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful, or alive, for that matter. “So, is this Stockholm Syndrome, but like, on steroids?”

  I snicker. “I guess in some twisted way, it could be.”

  “How does one cure themselves of this syndrome?” she whispers, trailing a finger down the front of my chest. A shiver zips through me and she giggles. “You’re ticklish?”

  “Maybe…” I say, shuddering again as the tingles ripple across my skin.

  That’s all she needs to hear. Suddenly, those devious fingers are digging around into every possible crevice they can find and I wiggle and twist to get out of their path.

  “S-stop!” I croak, clutching myself. This really isn’t a good look for me, I know. But dammit, tickles are kind of my kryptonite.

  Well, tickles and ego, if I’m being honest.

  And I’d never willingly admit to either.

  Marchella tilts her head back and chuckles, but she gives her hands…and me…a rest. “Wow, that’s something I never expected you to admit.”

  “How can I lie? I can barely breathe,” I grumble, still shielding myself because I don’t fully trust that she won’t try to wield her weapons over me again.

  She lets out a sigh and leans back into the mattress. “You keep surprising me,” she murmurs. “I don’t know what to expect next.”

  “I like to keep people on their toes,” I say, throwing caution to the wind and rolling onto my side. I’m exposed right now but hoping she will reserve her next attack. “In your case, on your back works well.” I wink at her and she smiles up at me. I smooth a strand of her hair away from her face, her eyes now more blue than green. I’ve noticed that when she’s happy, they tend to favor that sapphire hue.

  I could watch them change color all day, every day.

  I could allow myself to slip away into the pools of expressive color.

  But I know my big, fat ego would just sling a line around my neck and pull me back out.

  Because I have no business being with this girl. She shines brighter than a sky full of stars when she’s content, and I’m the kind of guy who would only stomp out all of the sparkle.

  I’m no knight in shining armor, and he’s the kind of guy Marchella needs — someone she can trust, someone she can rely on, and someone she can respect.

  I’m none of those things.

  I wasn’t ever those things.

  Sure, I have my moments, but she shouldn’t have to deal with all of the in-between bullshit. Sounds to me like her father was the same way, if I’m even the slightest bit like him.

  She needs something more…something better.

  Work is my life.

  I don’t have room for romance.

  But even as my mind repeats the words, a nagging feeling deep in my gut reminds me about Bella, and I know I’m full of crap.

  Not that I can do anything about it when I’m so close to dangling her brother ove
r an open flame to get back what he stole.

  That’s not exactly white knight behavior.

  That’s the demon inside, the only role I can ever really play well.

  So this thing between us?

  This rush of electricity?

  This all-consuming passion?

  It can never be more than a blip on my radar.

  No matter how much I want it…us…to be more.

  And lying to myself about all the reasons why it can’t happen will only make it harder to walk away.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Marchella

  It was a distraction. Plain and simple.

  That’s the story I’m selling.

  Sleeping with Roman was just a way to keep me from letting my nightmares grab hold of me once more.

  I needed a reprieve.

  Period.

  What I got, though?

  Oh my God….

  It was nothing short of the most sensuously blissful experience I’ve ever encountered.

  I’m talking toe-curling, light my insides on fire, can’t see anything but stars and glitter blissful.

  When I used to daydream about his body pressed against me, he was just a boy. Now, he’s all man — strong, sexy, and sensual.

  And he just completely ruined me for any other guy who crosses my path in the future.

  Well, if there is a future.

  But like I said, it was just a distraction.

  And the orgasms that rocketed my body into oblivion also damn-near melted my brain.

  That will help when my head hits the pillow.

  I don’t think I can even conjure up the energy to dream after that.

  It’s like my brain short-circuited…in the best possible way.

  But I can’t stay here. I can’t feed these insane feelings swirling through my insides. It’s nuts! He’s a criminal!

  Assault!

  Kidnapping!

  And that’s only what I’ve witnessed.

  Lord only knows what else he’s done.

  I don’t even want to try to imagine it because I’d really love for these body tingles to last a little longer. The aftershocks ripple over me like gentle waves, and I want to sing out with glee because he’s made me feel lighter, brighter, and unexpectedly more peaceful than I have in months.

  I can’t stop smiling either.

  And he definitely noticed that fact.

  “You look…relaxed,” he says, flipping onto his side and slinging an arm over me.

  I think he might be doing that to make sure I don’t launch a tickle attack on him.

  But really, I’d much rather have his shredded muscles plastered against me.

  I nod. “Yes. I feel kind of amazing, actually.”

  He grins. “That’s good feedback. Thanks.”

  I reach around him, running my hand down the slope of his spine. He stiffens slightly because he doesn’t know what I’m about to do next.

  I can’t blame him.

  I swallow a chuckle.

  Nice to have some of the power for once.

  My mind flickers back to the nightmare that woke us both, the one that brought him to me, the one that led me to his bed.

  And suddenly, the clouds of euphoria part and an icy hand clenches my heart.

  I should have known the feelings of bliss would fizzle out sooner than later.

  “You look like you wanna say something.” His forehead creases.

  Damn, he’s perceptive.

  When you look at him, you don’t think he’s going to be firing on all cylinders. He’s just too gorgeous to have it all.

  Another shocker.

  His eyes blaze with longing, and while I want to flip him over and ride him until the sun comes up, he asked me something before and I need to give him an answer. I want him to know why what he did for me by bringing Bella here was so special.

  I also need him to understand why she can’t stay.

  “When you came into my room before, you asked me if I was okay.” I take a deep breath. “I’m not, for a lot of reasons. The past couple of days have turned me into a tangled mess of anxiety and panic and sadness. Oddly enough, even though you caused some of it, you did more than you know to relieve a lot of it.”

  He wraps his arm around me, obviously sensing that I need to be held.

  Like I said, very perceptive.

  I stare up into his face, a face that over the past couple of days I’ve wanted to both punch and kiss at varying intervals. He’s gone from sexy to menacing to downright villainous. I get those transitions. It’s who he is that drives them.

  But maybe it’s who he wants to be that morphs his expression into concern right now.

  “It’s a little weird for me to hear that I’ve helped more than I’ve hurt.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t get that often.”

  “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

  “This is a first I never thought I’d experience.”

  Tears sting my eyes. “When I was younger, we had a dog. She was a Boston, just like Bella. Such a good dog,” I muse.

  “What happened?”

  “Mama loved to visit me at school when I was at NYU. She’d take a car downtown and we’d walk in the park. Just the three of us. It was great. Those were the best days…” My voice trails off and an ache in my chest makes my voice quiver. “But then things got worse. The visits started to get more and more sporadic. Until the last time she came down to see me.”

  Roman just waits. He doesn’t speak, just gives me a moment to breathe. It’s like he can sense what I’m going to say next, and that it really needs no prompting at all.

  “We went for a walk in the park, like always. Frankie came with her because she wasn’t in great shape but desperately wanted to have one of our days. It was a beautiful one, too. The sky was clear, the air was crisp and fresh, the grass so green. But Mama was really tired and weak,” I whisper. “And at one point, she collapsed onto a bench. I panicked and dropped the leash to help her. I blinked my eyes and she was gone, Roman. Forever.”

  He brushes his lips against my forehead as the tears roll down my cheeks. “I lost her. I lost my Princess.”

  “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “That’s really horrible.”

  “The worst part is, we chipped her but something went wrong with the microchip registration. Her chip was registered to another family, who also had a Boston Terrier. It was a crazy mix-up, but we never were able to find her. And then not long afterward, Mom passed. I lost Princess, my mom, my dad…” I sniffle. “And now Frankie…” I shake my head as the tears slide down my cheeks, forcing a dry laugh. “Wow, talk about post-coital bliss, huh? I just wrecked that completely, didn’t I?”

  He shrugs. “Eh, bliss is overrated. I like to keep things real. They may suck and they may hurt but they make you stronger.”

  “I don’t feel very strong right now,” I whisper.

  “You are. More than you know. You may have resisted being a mob enforcer’s daughter, but that blood still flows through you. And you have that strength, Marchella. I can see it. I can feel it.”

  “Chella,” I murmur.

  He furrows his brow and I smile.

  “Because we’re friends.”

  He dips his head lower and takes my lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging it. “I think I like being friends with you.”

  “Same.”

  He brushes his fingertips down the side of my face, leaving a trail of kisses where the tears streamed down my cheeks. “Listen, I don’t want you to worry about Frankie,” he says. “I’m gonna take care of it, okay?”

  I nod, another sob threatening to choke me. “Thank you.”

  I sit up, swiping my eyes and flashing him a watery smile. “I, um, guess I should go. I don’t want Bella to wake up and get scared. She’s been through enough.” I grab the t-shirt that landed next to the bed and slide it on, running my hand through my sexed-up hair before I throw my legs over the side of the bed and
stand up.

  “You don’t have to go back alone.”

  I can’t see his face at this point because my back is to him. I did that on purpose because I knew he’d see it on my face and in my gaze…how much I want to stay.

  How much I don’t want to leave him.

  I slowly turn in his direction, the irony of the situation not lost on me.

  The guy who kidnapped me and stole my freedom now wants me to spend the night with him.

  I tilt my head to the side. “Oh? And do you want to join me?”

  His full lips lift and the dimple in his cheek appears.

  Oh boy. The tingles are back in full force now.

  “I do. Is that okay?”

  I nod, a rush of heat flowing into my cheeks. “Yes,” I whisper.

  He gets up, pulls on his boxer briefs, and laces his fingers with mine, leading me back to me room.

  This has got to be some kind of alternate reality because in what lifetime would I even consider doing all of that with a guy like Roman Villani? A man who holds a hell of a lot of power right now — over me, over my brother.

  I needed a distraction.

  Yes, Chella. Keep reminding yourself of that! See how far it gets you!

  It may have started as a distraction, but it’s quickly become more.

  More.

  But really, how much more can it possibly become?

  This little fantasy bubble we’re living in right now is just that! He’s going to manipulate my brother to get what he wants and then he’ll let me go. We’ll both go our separate ways, in worlds which are galaxies apart. Neither one of us would have any clue how to exist in each other’s lives now.

  Still…

  It feels so nice to have his muscular arms snaked around my front, my body spooning with his and Bella cuddled against my neck.

  I haven’t felt this safe or comforted in a long time.

  Maybe ever.

  When I drift off to sleep almost seconds after my head hits the pillow, one final thought floats into my mind.

  The mafia thug actually brings me peace.

  Who the hell would have ever guessed that?

  Chapter Fifteen

  Roman