Monstrous Urges: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance

The minute the sun dips low over the ocean and changes from orange to purple, I start to get ready. I’ve been back in “my” room—that is, the room I woke up in—since my heart-stopping faceoff with Drazen on the balcony.

I swallow back the terror as I remember dangling over the edge with only his hand around my throat stopping me from falling to my death.

Now, as it gets dark, I know what I have to do.

I’m on an island, with the only means of egress to the mainland a gated, guarded bridge. There’s no “waiting until help arrives”. He’s told my friends and coworkers—as me—that I’m “on vacation”.

Sure, maybe eventually someone will wonder where the fuck I am. But even so, wherever I am, I doubt it’s anywhere near New York. In fact, I’m starting to think—between the decor, the turquoise ocean, and the style of the mansion—that I’m much further away from home than I’d care to admit.

Regardless, the first step is getting the hell off this psycho’s island. Which means as night falls, I’m getting ready to swim.

I try to remember the spot on the shore where I saw the little rowboat tied to the mooring buoy. I’m more of a runner and a lifter, but I’m still a decent swimmer, and I don’t think the rowboat was that far away from shore.

If I can get to it, I can row away from the island and to the shore of the mainland. From there, I’m sure I can find local authorities and get word to Gabriel and Alistair, not to mention the US consulate if I am outside the States, and I can leave this nightmare behind.

I watch the sun set lower and lower over the ocean. The shadows creep longer and darker as the sky slowly turns violet, then indigo, then a dark, dark blue before fading to night.

Go time.

All I have for clothing is my torn dress. No shoes. But at least it’s black, I suppose. I creep out of my room and dart down a hall. The house is still a bit of a mystery to me, and I’m not quite sure of its layout. But I quickly make my way to where I think I remember the side door was.

That idea becomes a hard no the second I hear guards talking just outside. So I creep back down another hallway until I find another courtyard. This one has a wall of big open archways to one side, overlooking a manicured flower garden.

That’ll work.

I slip over the stone of the arched windows and crouch low in the gardens. I bolt across a dark expanse of lawn, thankful that the moon is barely a sliver tonight.

There’s a chill in the air as I half power-walk, half jog in what I’m pretty sure is the direction of the boat. Goosebumps tease up my arms and legs. A ripple of something ghostly shivers down my spine, the only sounds the subtle lapping of the waves down on the rocks and the soft hoot of a nightbird or an owl.

I keep going, starting to wonder if I’m even remotely heading the right way. But then suddenly, as I jog around a thicket of small trees, my face lights up.

Found it.

Fear suddenly knots in my stomach as I hang back a second, biting my lip as I eye the dark rolling waves between me and the rowboat.

I have no idea how fast the current is. Or, fuck, if there’s sharks or something. I shiver again as the claws of fear rake down my spine.

I take a deep breath and start to tiptoe my way closer to the edge, trying to find a way down the rocky embankment.

That’s when I feel it.

An inky black chill.

A malicious pulse of darkness.

A tingling sensation at the base of my neck, as if claws are inches away from snaring me.

Oh God…

“Wonderful.”

My spine snaps rigid. My eyes bulge wide as his deep, malevolent voice stabs me through the heart.

“I was so hoping you’d try to run.”

I gasp sharply as his presence, his wrath, and the slightly spicy, clean scent of him hovers right at my back. A scream lodges in my throat as I feel the cool, lethal edge of a blade drag seductively up the side of my neck.

“I’ll count to three, my little slut,” he growls quietly. “That’s all you get.”

My core clenches. My skin ripples with an electric energy that throbs through my entire body. My breath catches as the blade slowly slips away from my skin.

“One…”

And I run.

I run like the devil himself is about to chase me.

“Two…”

The voice rasps out of the shadows, over the thudding of my heart as I bolt into the night.

“Three.”

Adrenaline spikes through my veins as I pelt headlong through the darkness. Deep down, I know that there’s nowhere really to go. No means of escape. I can’t outrun him forever.

Still, my survival instinct kicks in, forcing my legs to pump and my bare feet to dig into the grassy ground and propel me forward.

“So…”

I gasp sharply at the voice barely a few feet away in the inky darkness of the night. I veer left, away from the snarled tone, my lungs burning.

“Fucking…”

I shriek, veering right this time and barely dodging a tree branch as the voice snarls again in the blackness.

“Noisy.”

Pure fear vibrates through my body as I hurl myself into the dark, my pulse thudding in my ears.

Except… That’s a lie.

A malicious, malignant little lie.

It’s not pure fear that I feel coursing through my veins. And it’s not just my body’s natural reaction to dump adrenaline into my system. It’s something else, too. Something I’m horrified to even admit to myself.

And as much as my psyche tries to keep it locked down under the floorboards, there’s no stopping it as it creeps to the surface.

Excitement.

The feeling I have as Drazen’s powerful footsteps pound after mine through the darkness, and as I hear the rasp of his breath, and almost feel the wind of his fingertips clawing out to me from the night, is excitement.

Chase me.

Catch me.

Hurt me.

Blood roars in my ears. My vision blurs as I hurl myself through the darkness, blindly reaching in front of me for tree branches. My skin slicks and tingles, my breath turns ragged and panting.

A shape explodes out of the darkness next to me. I scream as powerful arms wrap tightly around me like iron bands, lifting me off my kicking, writhing feet as a voice hisses in my ear.

“Got you, my little slut.”

I squirm against his rock-hard body. My elbows jab back, catching him hard in the ribs and making him grunt. But then he whirls and throws me face-down onto the grassy ground. My feet kick at the dirt as I try to launch myself back up.

Too late.

The sheer weight of his muscled body on mine knocks the wind out of me, pinning me to the ground. He sits astride my lower back, his thighs on either side of my hips. I scream and writhe, kicking and squirming.

But I might as well be fighting gravity. Trying to shove against a solid, immovable force.

I jerk, gasping sharply as he grabs both my wrists and shoves my arms above my head. In one motion, he’s reaching back with his other hand and yanking my dress up high. Heat floods my face, and I yelp an aching whimper when his palm spanks my ass hard, sending fire exploding over my skin.

He grabs the back of my thong, tugging it tight against me. My mouth falls open, my breath catching as the lace rubs against my throbbing clit. He pulls my panties back and forth, sending dark, forbidden heat permeating my reality.

“Tell me, my little fuck toy,” he growls darkly. “Did you run because you really thought you could escape?”

I whimper, choking back a mortifying moan as he spanks me again.

“Is that really why you ran, my little slut?” he rasps darkly into my ear as he leans over me.

I shiver, feeling the huge, throbbing, hot bulge of his erection against my lower back.

“Or is it just that you needed your greedy little holes fucked. You just needed to be chased down like a good little filthy whore, and forced to take my cock?”

He grabs the back of my thong again and yanks it down to mid-thigh. His hand plunges between my legs, and my breath rasps into the ground my cheek is pressed against.

Oh fuck…

His big, tattooed fingers slide wetly through my lips, making me tremble. Without warning, he suddenly sinks two fingers into me, deep. I cry out, writhing and moaning though the fear and excitement clogging my windpipe.

He slides them out and then rams them back in, yanking a loud moan from my lips.

Drazen laughs darkly.

“I think we have our answer.”

His fingers plunge into me again, stroking deep against my g-spot as his thumb starts to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles.

His fingers ram into me, the wet squelching sounds filling the darkness around us. I gasp, moaning and squirming under his touch.

I shiver when his fingers slip out of me. When I hear the jangle of his belt and the rough tug of his zipper, my eyes fly wide.

“I—wait⁠—”

“I’m not interested in your opinions right now.”

My breath catches, my face flushed and my eyes bulging as he moves lower down my body, his knees still on either side of me. I shudder when I feel the swollen size of his cock, throbbing and hot as it drags over my ass.

My mind flashes back to the glimpses I got of it before; how his cock looked fucking massive.

Suddenly, without warning, his swollen head is sinking between my thighs, prying them open as it lodges against my pussy. He grabs a handful of my hair, pushing my cheek to the ground as reaches beneath me and roughly yanks down the top of my dress. His big hand mauls my breasts, his fingers twisting and pinching my nipples mercilessly as I inhale ragged breaths of air.

Breathing in fear and horror. Breathing out excitement and a raw need that frankly terrifies me.

“Go on,” Drazen snarls, leaning down closer.

My eyes roll back as I feel his fat cock slowly push between my pussy lips, spreading them wide around the head. His teeth drag over my earlobe and bite my neck sharply, making me cry out before his mouth moves to hover by my ear.

“Say your fucking safe word,” he hisses darkly. “Scream it for me.”

His hand tightens in my hair, making me wince.

“I’m still going to ruin this slutty little fuck hole no matter how loud you do.”

His hips ram forward. My eyes bulge and the breath slams out of my body in a rush. The sheer size of him sends me reeling, and the feel of his thickness spreading me wider than anything I’ve ever felt has my toes curling and digging at the grass as I writhe beneath him.

One of Drazen’s hands clenches my hair. The other clutches my hip in a tight, possessive grip as he groans deeply, savoring the way my body shivers and shakes under him and the way my pussy clenches around him struggling to adjust to his enormous size.

“Good girl,” he rasps darkly. “Milk my fucking cock like the good little cock slut that you are. Let me feel that tight little pussy stretch for me.”

He drags his cock out. Instantly, he’s driving right back in.

This time, my eyes roll completely back and my mouth goes slack as something primal explodes deep inside of me. He does it again, and the walls around the darkest, most depraved parts of my psyche crumble and fall.

This isn’t having sex. This isn’t even fucking.

This is what being conquered feels like.

It’s the way that his massive body covers mine. The way his muscles ripple and clench, and the way his big hands grab me like I’m his possession—pinning me down like I’m his plaything to fuck and use any way he pleases.

The way his huge cock rams into me over and over, filling me in ways I’ve never even dreamed of and tapping into my primitive brain.

His hands grip and twist and spank. His deep, snarling, masculine groans of pleasure fill my ears as my fingers and toes claw at the ground beneath me. My eyes roll back, my mouth slack, drool dripping from my lips that I’m barely aware of and certainly not capable of doing anything about.

I vaguely feel his thumb slipping between my lips as he fucks me. Hear him murmur the word suck into my ear before I do just that. My tongue swirls around him, tasting myself on his skin as his huge dick hammers into me over and over.

His thumb slips from my lips. My eyes widen and my throat tightens as I feel him press that thumb against my ass.

“Wait—”

“No.”

Oh, sweet fucking Jesus…

A filthy sort of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before consumes me as his wet thumb sinks past my tight ring. I don’t even recognize the animal sounds coming out of my mouth as he buries his thumb and rams his gorgeous cock deep into me.

Lethal black pleasure envelops me. A gnawing, churning, boiling sensation begins to throb deep in my core. It spreads through my bloodstream, making my arms and legs shake and writhe and clench as my eyes roll back. My mouth opens in a silent scream as the feeling of him taking both my holes at the same time pushes me over the edge.

When it hits, the orgasm is like nothing—nothing—I’ve ever felt before. It feels like I’m blown apart from the inside out; like my body is shattering into a billion fragments of diamond dust. I scream into the blackness of the night, a raw, animalistic sound that feels like a rebirth, or a spiritual awakening.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, twisting and wrenching my body as I shudder and stammer and gasp, my body bucking and writhing against him as he fucks me over and over.

With a groan, Drazen leans forward and sinks his teeth into my neck. I cry out, shattering all over again as he grips my hair tight and rams his cock as deep as he can into my squeezing, clenching wet heat.

I feel his huge cock swell and throb, pulsing and twitching as his hot cum spills deep inside of me. Drazen groans, pulling out and wrapping his fist around his cock, growling as he pumps it, spraying thick hot ropes of his sticky cum all over my back, ass and thighs. I can feel it dripping down my ass and over my pussy as my very reality spins and blurs around me.

Everything goes still and dark and silent. I’m panting, practically having a seizure on the ground, utterly unable to move, much less stand.

But Drazen is.

He slowly rises from where he’s crouched over my ass and steps around me. He kneels beside my head, and before I know what’s happening, he’s wrapping my tousled hair in his fist and yanking my face up to look at him.

Holy shit.

He’s not even undressed. He’s wearing a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his rippling, muscled forearms, and black dress pants—unbuttoned and unzipped, his fat, swollen, glistening cock hanging out heavy and thick along with his balls.

But it’s his face that sends something not okay tingling eagerly though my core.

He’s wearing the mask again: the matte-black devil mask from before, his piercing blue eyes stabbing through the eyeholes and searing into mine.

“Well?” he growls with a dark, amused smirk on his gorgeous lips. He glances down at his glistening wet cock. A thick white bead of cum is dripping from the slit at the head of his crown and slowly trickling down his fat, veined shaft.

My breath catches as I stare at his cock and pull my gaze up to his malevolent smirk.

“Good little sluts clean up the messes they make…”

Holy shit.

My bottom lip retreats between my teeth. Heat explodes across my face.

But there’s no ignoring the raw hunger churning deep inside of me.

My eyes lift to his, holding his fierce gaze through the mask as I lean forward. My tongue slips out, and slowly, I lick the head of his cock.

Drazen’s jaw clenches, and a low, satisfied grunt rumbles in his chest. His cock swells and throbs as I lick it again and again, tracing my tongue up and down his thick shaft and his swollen head, licking and sucking until I’ve cleaned every trace of him and I off it.

For a second, I think there’s going to be more. I even think I want more, even if my body is utterly abused and worn out. I can barely move as he rubs the head of his dick over my lips and groans to himself.

“Good girl.”

Drazen stands. Without any fanfare, he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them back up. Then, without a word, he turns and walks off into the night.

“The rowboat is chained and locked, for what it’s worth,” he tosses over his shoulder. “But nice try.”

Then, he’s gone, leaving me panting and squirming on the ground—my dress half ripped off, my panties around my knees, and his cum dripping over my skin.