Monstrous Urges: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance

It’s pure insanity.

Madness.

The culmination of all my most forbidden thoughts and fucked-up fantasies manifesting in the single most unhinged moment of my life.

On my knees, in the dark, with a gorgeous psychopath rubbing his fucking gun on my pussy.

That in itself is beyond deranged. But what makes it ten times worse is the fact that I’m not pleading for my life or whimpering for mercy.

I’m just whimpering.

My skin is throbbing. My nipples are tightening.

And I’m wet. Extremely, shamefully, confusingly wet.

I shudder as Drazen rubs the warm barrel of the gun in maddeningly slow strokes against my clit.

This is beyond insane. But there’s no possible way I can ignore the dark, twisted lust that he’s bringing out in me.

The fucked-up urges.

The gun rubs over my clit again as his palm smacks my ass, hard. I squeal when he reaches up, yanking my hair in a fist and tugging, forcing my head back and my spine to arch. The gun pushes against my needy core as I shudder with forbidden heat.

“You seem to be under the impression that you’re allowed to go meet some other man,” he snarls, sounding deranged in a way that shouldn’t thrill me this much. “Alone,” he rasps. “In the fucking dark.”

“Drazen—”

“Don’t fucking talk.”

The brutal edge to his tone sends heated ripples dancing over my skin. He reaches down, and I gasp as my panties shred when he rips them from my thighs, then whimper as he stuffs them into my mouth.

“Maybe it’s my fault,” he growls, a sadistic, clipped tone in his voice. “Maybe I haven’t shown you how fucking mine you are, wife. Perhaps I’ve been neglectful about taking every fucking part of you.”

Oh fuck. Oh my God.

He’s seriously going to do it.

Like this.

Here, with a fucking gun in his hand.

I whimper again when I hear him spit and feel the wetness trickle down the cleft of my ass. He spits again, and this time it hits its target. I shiver with a vicious energy and dark desire as he takes his thumb and rubs his spit over my asshole. He pushes, adding pressure as I whine, my back arching.

“Beg me all you want, my little toy,” he hisses. “Beg me not to. Plead with me not to shove my fat cock up this tight little hole.”

He rubs my ring again, sending a shudder rippling down my spine.

“Has anyone else ever had you here,” he hisses.

I’ve never done this. Not ever. I’ve never even had the desire to, with anyone.

“Answer the fucking question,” he growls.

I moan, shaking my head.

“No other man’s felt this tight little hole swallow his cock and wrap fucking tight around it.”

I shake my head as drool seeps into my panties.

“Good,” Drazen growls. “Because I want you to remember me claiming this ass. Making you scream when I empty my balls inside this tight little asshole.”

His thumb pushes inside.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

I shudder, mewling quietly as I feel him rock his hips forward. His heavy, swollen cock slaps against my needy pussy, making me shudder and tremble. I suck a breath in through my nose as he centers the head and then pushes it into me—not sliding all the way in, just…

Getting himself wet.

Lubed.

Ready to claim the rest of me.

He spits on my ass again, then again. His thumb slips in and out of my tight ring, getting me stretched and wet and ready. He grunts as he slides his cock a little deeper in my pussy, making me whine in pleasure before it slides back out.

His thumb eases out of my ass, rubbing a slow, promising circle round the ring.

“Time for your lesson, slut,” Drazen growls.

He centers the thick head against my impossibly tight little hole. I have no idea how he’ll fit. Or how I’ll survive this. But then, when he starts to push, pure lust explodes through my core.

Oh fuck…

He groans, precum, my own arousal, and his spit all greasing his cock as the head squeezes against my ass. Delirium makes my head spin as I suck in another breath. He keeps adding pressure and keeps pushing, and slowly, as I exhale, I can feel my body yielding.

Opening.

Submitting.

His hand yanks my hair again, making me shriek into the panties gagging my mouth.

The head pushes through.

FUCKKK.

My eyes roll back, an insanely tight sensation gripping me from the inside out. My lungs feel like they’re working overtime. My blood burns like napalm in my veins as Drazen works his huge cock into my ass.

“There’s a good girl,” he purrs. “Such a good little whore, taking my fat cock up your slutty little ass.”

Holy fucking hell.

“Take it like a good little anal slut. Like the greedy, slutty, pretty little princess getting her ass reamed out that you are.”

He groans and drives another inch into me.

Oh. My. GOD.

Bit by bit, he starts to sink his dick into me. My breath chokes as I moan and whimper and drool into my panties, my entire body shaking.

And then I feel it.

Warm metal again my clit.

Holy shit.

He starts to rub my clit with his gun as his cock sinks into me. Inch by inch. Little by little.

The world blurs and my senses go numb. It hurts, but it’s such a fucking good hurt that I scream almost in triumph into my gag. And then, through the pain, something warm begins to wash over me.

Something outrageously erotic and raw. Something that has me squirming, my toes clawing at the ground as my knees shake. As my thighs clench together and endorphins flood my system.

What is this.

It feels too good. It’s the utterly submissive feeling of Drazen pushing his big cock deep into my ass, and the insane, ludicrous madness of the gun rubbing my clit.

It’s all of that.

It’s him.

And mostly, it’s me, coming hard.

The scream rips from my throat as Drazen tugs on my hair, rubbing me with the gun.

“Theeeerre’s a good girl,” he snarls, slapping my ass as I explode. “My fucking good girl,” he soothes, stroking my skin. “My good little ass slut. Be a good fuck-toy and push back,” he groans. “Taken that huge dick, babygirl. Let me feel that tight little virgin ass swallow my fucking cock.”

He pushes deeper.

And deeper.

My eyes roll back and a silent scream erupts from my mouth as he pushes all the way in, until I feel his abs again my ass. He leans over me, and I shiver when his teeth clamp down on my earlobe.

“You’re fucking MINE.”

Then, he truly starts to fuck me.

It’s pure delirium as Drazen eases his cock almost all the way out of my ass and then rams it back in. I cry out, moaning and writhing and whimpering into the panties. Then they’re plucked from my mouth, and I cry out loudly as Drazen grabs my hair and starts to ream my ass.

“Scream for me, my little cumslut,” he rasps as he fucks me. “I want the whole fucking world to know just how mine you are. I want them to know all of you is mine. Scream it out for me, babygirl,” he grunts, fucking into me hard. “Tell them who you belong to.”

“You!” I choke, shuddering as his gun rubs my clit again. “I belong to you!!”

“What’s mine,” he snarls, his hips pounding into me.

“Me!”

“This pussy?”

“Yes!” I scream, sobbing and shaking as the pleasure overwhelms me.

“This mouth?”

“Yessss,” I sob in ecstasy as my mind breaks.

The gun slips between my pussy lips.

It fucking pushes into me.

Oh my sweet fucking GOD.

“What else is mine, Taylor.”

My universe goes upside-down.

“My asssss!” I cry out, utterly shattering at the seams.

“And where is my fucking cock right now,” he hisses darkly.

“My ass!”

I lose all control as I start to come again. His hips slam into me, his swollen cock thrusting in and out as the gun penetrates me. I’m vaguely aware of coming again, then again, before Drazen’s teeth are suddenly clamping down my neck. His hand slides under me, yanking up my t-shirt and mauling my breasts as he fucks me with his gun and buries his cock balls-deep in my ass.

I feel his muscles clench—feel his pulse thudding inside of me. Then, the release: the thick, throbbing warmth as his hot cum spills deep inside. He roars his release, savaging my neck with his teeth as I collapse against the crumbled wreckage of the stone wall.

I’m shaking everywhere as he slowly lowers me to the ground on my side. He goes to slide out, but I reach back to grab him, keeping him where he is.

“Not yet,” I choke in a hoarse whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere, love.”

It’s like I’m lost. Floating out over the darkness. And yet wholly and completely held and protected.

Captured.

Caught.

Possessed.

We just stay like that, his arms around me, his fingers teasing my skin and his lips dusting my neck with kisses, until I turn and sear my mouth to his.

Gingerly, he slides out of me. Without a word, he picks me up, wraps me in his arms, and carries me into the house, tossing his gun and the mask somewhere inside the front door. I cling to him as he brings me through his bedroom to his bathroom, where he kicks on the hot water in the shower.

The spray burns when he carries me under it. But he stays wrapped around me, only pulling away to peel the rest of his clothes off before he pulls me back into his arms. His mouth slowly devours mine, kissing away the pain and the insanity as my body unclenches under the heat of the water.

Drazen takes his time, washing every part of me and then shampooing my hair. Conditioner follows before he wraps his huge arms around me, keeping me tight to him as the water pours over us.

My eyes are drifting shut as he towels me off and carries me to bed: his bed, which he gets into with me.

“What are you doing…?” I mumble.

We don’t share a bed. We don’t spend the night.

“For once in your fucking life, counselor,” he growls. “Stop with the fucking objections.”

I smile as I snuggle back into him, feeling his heat and his strength envelop me from behind.

“Sleep, love,” he murmurs quietly.

And I do.