Page 113 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“It’s okay,” she rushed, sitting up. “I’m fine. Look, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.”

That wasn’t the point. I could have. Too easily.

“Get. Out,” I growled between laboured breaths, leaning my back against the mirrored wall. “I need you to leave me alone.”

She got on her hands and knees and crawled toward me.

“That’s not what you need,” she whispered, her voice calm and steady, with not an ounce of fear in her expression.

“I could kill you. Get away from me.” I tried to scoot back from her, but there was nowhere left to go. She knelt between my spread legs and cautiously lifted her hand to the side of my face, cupping my cheek with a tenderness I’d never felt since I was a child.

“This is what you need,” she breathed, lowering her forehead to mine and staring into my eyes. “Just keep looking at me. And breathe.”

The rage gradually melted as I stared into those whiskey eyes. But my heart didn’t slow. It only beat harder as the fury dissolved into a burning need when our breaths mingled. Her fingers lightly traced down the side of my face as she held my gaze.

“That’s it,” she soothed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Come back to me.”

Her fingers travelled down the side of my throat and then along my arm. Her touch left pleasant tingles in its wake. She lifted my bloodstained knuckles between us and whispered, “You’re bleeding.”

Frozen in place, I held her gaze as she kissed each knuckle, licking away the blood and making the wounds sting in a way that made my dick instantly hard. When she was done, she placed my hand on her hip before guiding it up her curves, over her tits and up the flawless skin of her neck.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, letting go so I could explore on my own.

Shite. Even though I knew it was a terrible idea, I wanted to. Badly. I let my fingers wander across her skin, wrapping around her throat, not tight, just enough to ease the possessive beast rearing up inside me again. A soft moan escaped her lips as my fingers delved into her curls, caressing and gripping at the base of her neck.

My mind was slipping out of my control. My hand gripped her hip roughly and dragged her across the small gap between us, forcing her to straddle my lap. Her breath hitched as she felt how hard I was for her, and my jaw clenched.

She leaned back, bracing herself against my thighs and arching, trusting me completely with her body. Why? Fuck knows. I was the last person she should give herself to.

“Your body remembers mine,” she moaned as my hand travelled down the centre of her chest to her stomach, gathering the flimsy fabric of her sundress in my fist. The movement exposed the delicate lace material covering her pussy, and a deep, feral growl vibrated in my chest.

It didn’t even sound human.

A shaky breath escaped her, ripping straight through me and tearing at my restraint.

“There aren’t any cameras in here,” she husked, dropping her head back and shifting her hips over my lap to grind against me. My eyes rolled before I squeezed them shut. My grip tightened on her waist. “Please, Maddox. I need you.”

Jesus feckin’ Christ.

The way she said my name, as if it were both a prayer and a sin, was a new weakness.

I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into me, our foreheads colliding again. My breathing was ragged. Hers wasn’t much better.

This was wrong. I’d come here for revenge.

Once I’d used her family’s connections and power to find Sean, I’d have more blood to spill. Her brothers. Though they were more likely to kill me if they found us like this. I was risking everything. Letting myself fall into this… obsession with a woman who clearly had feelings for me wasn’t what I’d come here for. And it only made me hate myself more.

“We need to stop,” I ground out, forcing the words past gritted teeth. She ignored them and grabbed my face, brushing her lips softly against mine. My hands gripped her perfect arse, feeling every movement as she rubbed her pussy over the straining bulge in my jeans.

“No,” she whispered. “You need to kiss me.”

Before I could stop her, she slammed her lips against mine. Everything inside me detonated. There were no thoughts, just the intensity of pleasure and desire, so hot it felt like my veins were on fire. Kissing her was suddenly as necessary as breathing, as if I’d been drowning until her lips touched mine.

On instinct, my hand wrapped around her throat again, desperate to anchor myself to something real. This had to be a dream.

Memories flashed through my mind. My hands were around her neck. Her face turned red beneath my grip. Another. Dragging her under the stream of water as she spluttered for breath. Her terrified gasps echoed off the concrete walls. My hands. Always my fucking hands.

I tore myself away from her so abruptly that she lost her balance and fell back onto the gym mats. I scrambled to my feet, gasping for air.