Page 9 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

Something in his neck collapsed. I felt the wrongness after the impact.

His body slumped, and his weight fell forward as his legs gave out. I shoved him aside, and he crashed down, his skull smacking the mat with a dull thud that silenced the crowd for a heartbeat before sending them into a frenzy.

I stared at his paralysed body and felt numb. I never feel guilt, only the awareness that I should. My chest heaved with each sharp inhale as I waited. The crowd chanted for me to end him, to deliver the final blow. The louder the noise around me grew, the tighter I clenched my bloodied fists.

Straddling his torso, he stared, his eyes bulging, and I saw the moment he knew it was over.

Look them in the eyes. Never let them die alone.

My fists pummeled his face, blow after blow, until the light faded. I climbed off his lifeless body, strolled out of the cage, down the steps, and back through the crowd that was chanting my name like a fucking prayer.

But I was no God. Only Death itself.

McKenna was beaming; there was no doubt I’d just made him a fortune. The heavy chain was clasped back around my neck, biting into my skin as he continued to praise me, but I was barely listening. The whooshing in my ears, the noise of the hysterical crowd, the fucking overstimulation was making me want to crawl out of my skin or kill again.

“And in under two minutes!” McKenna slapped me on the shoulder, which made me swing at him. He jumped back, laughing because he knew I would. “Excellent. You did well tonight. I’ll have a reward waitin’ for you.”

I grunted, hoping to fuck it was more ink or a new pillow so I could ditch the sack of shite wrecking my neck every night. The headphones were placed over my ears, and I instantly relaxed, letting my mind drift towards the hope of a good night’s sleep for once. They shackled my wrists and attached the leash to my chain, giving it a tug to signal me to move.

We climbed back into the SUV, two men flanking me on either side, their eyes shifty. No one wanted to draw the short straw and ride in the back with me. Not after I head-butted one of them on the drive back last week for sneezing.

The familiar countryside came into view as I straightened my shoulders, stealing more space and making them squirm closer to the doors. When the car pulled up outside the hidden bunkers, I spotted her. My so-called reward.

Fuck’s sake. Not what I needed.

Dressed in a tiny leather skirt and a tank top with ‘Dolls’ written across it, she was clearly another of the club girls Sean hired. She tossed her cigarette, stubbing it out with the heel of her boot, and bit her lip as they tugged me from the car.

I swallowed the growl clawing up my throat. I wasn’t in the mood for fucking pussy. I’d have taken one vial of ink or a pillow not made of rocks over this, but I knew what acting ungrateful would get me. Tonight, I couldn’t be arsed with it.

Either way, a fuck was a fuck.

She followed as they led me down the dark steps into my bunker and unlocked the door. The headphones were removed, the leash unhooked, my wrists freed, and I was shoved back into my space.

I whirled around, ready to break the hand that dared touch me, but the whore was on me like a bitch in heat. I grabbed her throat as her tongue assaulted my mouth, then shoved her away. She stumbled into the damp wall, her eyes blown wide as she stared at the dried blood all over my chest and hands. The soldier shut the door and stood on the other side with his back to us.

Rage fed my movements as I prowled towards her, forcing her to her knees. She started panting as she watched me undo my cargo trousers and release my soft cock. Grabbing her hair, I used her mouth until I was hard enough to fuck, then grabbed her throat, forcing her back to her feet and spinning her around. I slammed her against the wall, pressing her cheek into the hard stone.

I growled into her ear, knowing she’d have been prepped beforehand for what was expected. She held up the condom between her long red nails, and I snatched it from her hand, ripping it open with my teeth.

Once I’d rolled it over my dick, I hiked up her skirt and tore her underwear clean off, letting it fall to scraps at our feet. She gasped, then giggled.

“Kylie said you were rough. Don’t hold back on me, Monster. That’s just how I like it.”

I didn’t give a shite what she liked. Her pleasure was no concern of mine. I drove into her hard, burying myself to the hilt and drawing a scream from her that darkened my vision. Her hands slammed against the wall, clawing for something to hold on to as I hammered into her, rough and merciless, not giving her a second to adjust to my size.

The sooner this was over, the better. Her cries of pain turned into loud, distracting moans that echoed off the walls as she demanded more. I’d never be able to finish with all that fucking noise. I’d just end up killing her instead.

I clamped my hand over her mouth and nose, not caring if she couldn’t breathe. At least she’d shut the fuck up. I fisted her hair with my other hand, yanking her head back until her spine arched. The flare in my ribs burned with every thrust, and I focused on the pain. It got me off more than this woman’s pussy, until I finally came, feeling only a thin thread of relief that it was over.

I stepped back, letting go of her, and stripped off the condom, tossing it in the bin by my single bed.

The metal door creaked open as I walked to the far corner and slumped into my worn chair. Her jaw dropped as she looked at me, then at the guard, Nolan, holding the door open, waiting for her to take the hint.

“Out. Now,” he ordered her when she didn’t move.

“What? That’s it? But I didn’t even come?”

“And you think he cares?” Nolan laughed, shaking his head. “He doesn’t give a shite about anyone, love. Better luck next fuck.” He smirked at me as I lit a cigarette and took a long drag that scorched my lungs.