Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,66
a growing shadow, contorting his features, turning his eyes black with greed. He nuzzled me, shaking. Trembling.
“It’s okay, Tony. I’m all right.”
I was. But he wasn’t.
His fiery gaze told me he was barely tethered to the ground, but I’d grown to like the monster inside him. I ignored the warning from his stiffening limbs and kissed his throat. I breathed him in. His scent steadied me. It set off an ache in my chest that demanded more.
“Tony, I need you.”
“Stay away. I can’t hold back.”
A thrill of anticipation touched my spine. I sucked on his full pout and nipped him.
He growled into my lips. “Evie.”
“The way you say my name is so beautiful.”
“Evie, this is not what you need.”
“I always need you.”
I slammed my lips into his, and in one forward motion I was in his arms. He lifted me, and I buried my hands in his thick hair. Kissing, we stumbled into a console table. Something rocked violently and crashed, but Tony’s lips lashed mine hungrily. He bumped his elbow on the doorway, cursing. He stroked me, gliding over my backside to cradle the fullest part of my ass.
Perfect. He felt perfect.
He groaned a tortured sigh.
“Evie, I’m too fucked up. I’m trying to be a gentleman but I don’t—”
I kissed him, shutting him up.
He devoured me with a demanding possession before he yanked away, hissing. “Evie, I’m not in control. I relapsed. I couldn’t help it, and I don’t—”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. It was just one drink, but—” He made a deep, frustrated sound as I smothered his protest. “Evie, for once, would you fucking listen to me? I can’t. I’ll hurt you and I’ll hate myself and then—”
I tore his shirt and curled into the curve of his body. I nuzzled his neck, seeking his warmth. I needed to forget the last twenty-four hours, and only my husband could make it better. I stroked his rock-hard pecs and the gorgeous wall of muscle, relishing the heat baking my skin. My fingers skated his back, bumping into rigid flesh.
Shock wedged in my throat as I traced the unyielding tissue. Scars. Slashes marked him in angry strokes. He was ripped up everywhere.
A shudder passed through me.
I’d never seen him completely naked. Tony had avoided taking off his shirt. He’d kept it on at Sanctum. Hell, he’d stopped me from touching him on our wedding night. He’d acted so strangely, refusing to fuck me even though I’d begged him for it.
This was why.
He wasn’t ready to share this with me.
Oh, Tony.
His tormented gaze found me as I took his face. For once, he didn’t wipe it blank.
To the world, he was Mob Prince—well-bred, elegant, beautiful, Boston’s most eligible bachelor with a perfect body. At the club, he was the monster. Witnessing him like this, so raw and wounded, moved me.
I wanted to take away his pain.
I leaned forward but Tony got there first. He fingered my collar and jerked hard.
“I’m done waiting.”
“Tony—”
He slammed his lips onto mine. His tongue forcing my mouth open. Liquid heat delved in deep, flicking, fucking my mouth like a wanton beast. He wouldn’t let me breathe, save for a quick inhale between ravishing me again.
As his grip tightened, I slipped further under his spell. I slumped in his arms. I submitted to his frenzy, knowing that I wouldn’t be the same after this. Once he pinned me down and finally fucked me.
He promised he’d hurt me.
What kind of a woman gets off on that?
He gathered me like a wolf snapping its jaws on squirming prey. He released a low hiss. His burning palms slid down my naked back, seizing me in a brutal, ass-grabbing pinch.
So fucking hot.
This possession was what I’d ached for.
He twisted the thong, breaking it on my skin. The black lace skimmed my legs. I shivered as it trailed my skin, jarred from the soft touch by Tony’s unyielding grip. He dragged me toward the bed like I was a convict headed for execution. His legs struck the edge of the mattress. He fell, dragging me with him.
My thighs straddled his muscled legs. Then he yanked me against his hair-roughened chest, the contact teasing my nipples into hardness. He lifted himself, easing his pants off to free his throbbing erection. His swollen head glided along my pussy, pushing at the aching entrance.
The contact jolted my clit. A ray of pleasure touched me like sunlight, and then Tony pulled me onto him. He rammed his cock inside me.