Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,19

jumped. He looked like he’d never heard such a ridiculous question. “I’m not like your people, Evie. I don’t share pussy.”

A sheer black fright swept through me as he slowly approached.

Did I fear him…or my desires?

“Stop.”

He did, but an eager darkness blended with his smoldering look. “You’re not going anywhere.”

A spasm of alarm erupted inside me as his words sank in, siphoning the blood from my face. The victim of his glare, I clenched my jaw. He provoked me in a way the men at home never had. He’d lured me up here.

I’d known better than to follow, and yet I had.

Curious. Terrified. Heated.

I was supposed to trust him with my body, but he’d blindsided me with this. Apprehension knotted my throat.

What would he do afterward? Was he lying about sharing me?

I didn’t want to be touched by anyone except him.

And the thought ruined me.

My calm shattered.

I lunged, ripping a crop from the wall. I held it like a baseball bat. My heart raced as he stepped forward.

“Don’t!”

Tony stared at me, eyebrow raised. “You making a move, or is this posturing?”

I swung.

Tony avoided the blow and ripped the toy from my fingers. My fist sank in his ribs, and the impact crushed my knuckles. He seized my hand in his giant palm. His touch burst everything within me. Rage. Frustration. Desire.

How much damage could he do with those hands?

How much pleasure could he give?

I wouldn’t find out the answer to either curiosity. I searched for another weapon, but nothing was in reach.

His smile shot fire down my spine. “That’s the spirit. Make me work for it.”

The bastard had no idea what he did to me or what I could do to him.

I launched at him with a roundhouse kick, the thud of my foot connecting with his abdomen like rocks on concrete. He caught my ankle, the bite of his grip deepening. I yanked my leg, but he wouldn’t let go. I hit back, my fists swinging. The first one struck his jaw with a satisfying crack.

He hissed, and the game was over.

I grappled against him as we fell to the floor, but he had at least fifty pounds of lean muscle and years of brutality. His strength was unmatched, and I was nothing beneath his monstrous hands. His thighs pinned my knees, bringing him uncomfortably close. A grin carved into his face as I aimed for his kidneys. He shoved my arms over my head. “Careful, honey. I like the struggle.”

And so did I.

Darkness replaced his smoldering look, and my memory flickered with compelling images from our wedding night. A flood of unexpected warmth heated me.

Nobody had ever dominated me.

I’d always hated how rough members were with their old ladies, Crash in particular. I swore I’d never get involved with them. Then my husband, who I despised, tossed me like a burlap sack, and I soaked through my panties.

The hypocrisy made me burn.

Heat burrowed deep into my body.

My hips twisted, and I fought myself. The instinct was there—the desire. He held me in the perfect position to bump my hips and wrap my legs around his waist.

It’d be so natural, too. The wife offering herself to her feral animal of a husband.

Too bad I didn’t have faith in traditional values.

I spat hair from my mouth. “Go to hell.”

“I’m already there, and you’re right with me.” His weight dug into my limbs, cutting off circulation. “Giving up?”

“Why are you doing this? You know it’s wrong!”

The dead-eyed stare told me he didn’t care. “Are you religious, Evie?”

The question threw me.

I stilled beneath him.

“I am,” he answered. “I believe in God and the devil. I know I’m headed straight for hell. Despite that, I can’t stop doing the things that condemn me.”

“You’ll pay for this. I can’t wait for my dad to show up. He’ll eat you alive. He’ll use your bones as a toothpick!”

“Sure he will, babe.”

Tony seized me and wrenched, forcing me onto the bed. I struggled, slammed into the mattress. I bristled as he pinned my arms.

So much for my fight. A shiver of pure excitement tore through my resistances. I tensed, but it was too late.

He saw it. He felt it.

And the same shudder of desire rolled through him.

My inflamed voice erupted to the ceiling. “First you humiliate me on our wedding night, and now you do this? You’re a fucking animal.”

“No better than a rutting dog.” He leaned in, his rough whisper brushing my ear. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? Don’t worry. I can keep