Perfect Monster: A Dark Mafia Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Giatno let slip to my spies within his organization that he was pulling his men away from you in order to dedicate more resources to finding his son. I believed that information was good, and so allowed my men to back off in order to have a private meeting with you. Unfortunately, Giatno hoped I would do exactly that, and made his move. Only he didn’t expect me to show up in person.”

  “You wanted a private meeting with me? I don’t understand.”

  He only stared at me with an earnest and longing expression.

  “You were never in real danger. Listen to me Cassie. We can do something big together. I can give you things you never imagined—“

  “I don’t want anything to do with you.” I tried to push past him, but he wouldn’t let me go. He held onto my hips, and when I struggled, he pushed me down onto the bench and kept me pinned there, kneeling between my legs. “Let go of me, you asshole.”

  “You’re my wife now, whether you like it or not. There are several judges on my payroll and a very large staff that will all attest to being at the wedding. You can play along and keep yourself alive in the process, or you can fight hard and make things fun for me. Either way, I will get what I want.”

  I tried to take calming breaths but his hands held me down and all I wanted to do was struggle, fight, scream, kick.

  He tricked me into marrying him. He used me as some pawn—and lured me here in the process.

  I struggled and said through my teeth, “Let go of me.”

  “Not until you understand. I have worked very hard to get to this position and I can feel my revenge slowly slipping away—“

  “Revenge?” I gaped at him, barely suppressing a scream. “This is all for revenge?”

  “For the murder of my father by the MacKenna family. They killed him in cold blood at the wedding of my cousin three years ago, and in all that time they haven’t been brought to justice. I will burn this world to ashes before I allow them to go unpunished forever.”

  The intensity of his words made me stop struggling. I took deep breaths like he showed me in the car and that helped, but I still could barely understand what was happening.

  “How does forcing me to marry you help with that?”

  “It brings them to the table. Your father will make it happen, even if there are those within the MacKenna organization that don’t want it. They know I’m dangerous.”

  “It’s not going to work. I told you, he doesn’t care about me. I’m damaged goods.” I tossed the words out like sour spit.

  “That’s where you’re wrong.” His grip softened. He reached up with one hand, touched my cheek.

  I jerked away.

  I didn’t know which part he meant—about my father, or about me.

  “What if I don’t want to play your game?”

  “It doesn’t matter. I can keep your locked away down here forever. You’ll be safe and comfortable until everything’s finished. All I need is proof of our marriage, which I have. That’ll be enough to get what I want.”

  “Enough for your revenge.”

  “That’s right.” He tilted his head, leaned closer. “What would you give to make those that hurt you the most pay for their crimes?”

  I closed my eyes. The knife across my stomach. The crunch of bone and skull beneath a car tire. “I don’t know. It doesn’t help. Revenge won’t fix anything.”

  “No, but it’ll make me feel good.”

  He came closer and released my other wrist. I stared at him, not moving, as he looked into my eyes, his heavy body leaning over mine, all that muscle, all that incredible skin.

  I didn’t know how a man could be so gorgeous on the outside and so rotten beneath the surface.

  “I don’t want to be part of your game.”

  “You’re not a toy to me.”

  “Then why do you call me little doll?” I sneered at him, tiled my chin up. “That’s right, I asked Roza.”

  He smiled and reached up. He stroked my cheek with his thumb then ran it down my lower lip. It took all my discipline to keep from letting out a moan.

  “There’s a difference between something to be used and discarded and something to be kept and cherished.”

  “This isn’t how you treat something you care about.”

  “You clearly don’t know me at all.”

  He kissed my neck. All that self-control disappeared and a soft groan escaped my lips.

  He forced me into a marriage I didn’t want and he was dragging me back into the life I worked so hard to leave behind. I should scream at him and rage and fight as hard as I could to get away.

  Instead, when his lips came up to mine, I bit hard.

  And he only groaned in return as he shoved my legs wide open and his fingers rolled against my hot wetness.

  I bit down harder. Tasted blood. He grabbed the edge of my bathing suit bottoms and pulled.

  I released him and gasped in shock. I reached down to cover the scar, but it was too late.

  He saw and his eyes burned with something I didn’t recognize.

  “Don’t hide from me, little doll.” He grabbed my wrists and pulled them away.

  I struggled. “No, please.”

  He spit blood onto the tile then kissed my stomach. I tried to pull away, tried to cover the scar—that ugly gash cutting me in half—as he kissed down, closer and closer. He left a trail of blood until he reached the jagged, puckered skin.

  He kissed every inch of it, from one end to the other. I felt his warm, soft lips and tongue, and he left more blood.

  I leaned my head back and moaned.

  Nobody touched me like that. Nobody looked at my scar. I never let someone near it before, let alone kiss my private shame. He had no clue what the scar was or what it meant to me, but he didn’t seem to care.

  “Perfect,” he murmured. “Delicious. Look at you. He kissed down, heading to my pussy, and released my wrists.

  I grabbed his hair and pulled hard.

  He grunted in surprised and looked up. His eyes were fire, lightning, a raging storm.

  “Please,” I said, not sure what I mean.

  He slammed his lips against mine.

  I tasted his blood. I wanted to bite him again. Instead, he pushed my legs open and his fingers rolled along my soaking pussy lips. I moaned and shuddered at the sudden jolt of pleasure. His fingers moved along my clit, teasing me, spreading my juices all around—

  Before he sank two deep inside.

  “Oh god,” I said into his mouth.

  He rubbed my clit with his thumb as he fucked me with his fingers. He kissed my chest and reached up to untie my top.

  My fingers tightened, but I didn’t stop him.

  “Look at you,” he said, staring at my breasts the bikini fell forward. I let it slide off before pushing myself back against the wall. His fingers felt like heaven as he fucked me with them, thumb rolling up against my swollen clit in pure bliss.

  He looked at me like I was a treasure, like I was a goddess. His gaze roamed down to my scar—god, that scar, that ugly fucking scar—then back up to my breasts. He licked my nipples, bit them gently, sucked them harder, and fucked my pussy faster, and I moaned loud enough to fill the room with my pleasure, my hips moving, all anger forgotten in bliss.

  But he stopped, pulled back. I groaned in surprise and anger. I was so close to release, needed him to keep going—

  “I want to taste you.”

  Those words almost set me over the edge.

  He spread me wide and licked me, sucked me, lapped me up with a hunger I’d never experienced before. I grabbed his hair hard, venting my anger and frustration as I pushed his mouth against my pussy. I rolled my hips, and he only growled in response and sucked my clit harder. He pulled back, sunk his fingers inside, used his thumb, and grabbed my hair tight.

  “I want to see you come. When you’re finished, you’ll suck my fingers clean and thank me for it.”

  “Fuck you.” My eyes rolled back. Bliss ripped along my skin.


  “You’re my wife now. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. For now, you’ll come on my fingers, and you’ll be happy I gave you that much.”

  “Oh god Roman. You can’t do this to me.”

  “I can and I will. I don’t play games. I don’t go half way. I’m going to rip this world to pieces and you’re going to come with me for the ride. I’ll make it worth your while my doll, my princess, my perfect, beautiful goddess. I’ll fuck your tight cunt and make you suck my cock until I fill your throat. I’ll make you come, again and again. I’ll leave you a sweaty, moaning mess, and then use you for my pleasure. All that I ask is you give me what I want. All I ask is your hand in marriage.”

  My back arched and blinding pleasure rocked down my spine. I came on his hand like nothing I’d ever felt before, like an avalanche, like a tidal wave. My mind was gone, my body was on fire, and there was Roman and his voice talking me through it, making me give him what I wanted, and unable to stop him.

  That monster. That fucking bastard.

  My orgasm slowly ended. He licked my nipple, bit it hard, and pulled his fingers out.

  True to his word, he pressed them against my lips.

  I took them inside my mouth. I bit him hard, but he only grunted in pain and didn’t pull away.

  I released my jaw, then took his fingers as deep into my mouth as I could, staring into his eyes the whole time.

  He wanted to use me?

  Let him use me.

  I’d try and fuck him in return if I could.

  I sucked my juice from him, savoring every drop, rolling my tongue around and around. I pulled back and let a string of saliva drip onto his fingertip.

  His eyes roamed my body. His cock was so hard it strained against his bathing suit.

  I thought he might push me down and fuck me then and there.

  Instead, he pulled back and stood.

  I covered my scar instantly. I didn’t care if he looked at my tits—which he did, hungrily. But he wouldn’t have my scar. He couldn’t have my past, what happened to me.

  My body, maybe. But not what I was.

  “I know you’re angry, but I’m doing all of this for a reason. I’m saving your life and getting what I want.”

  “You could’ve asked me first.”

  “Maybe. But what’s the fun in that?” He spit more blood on the tile. “I like it when you bite. Harder next time.”

  Then he grabbed a towel from a rack next to the door and left the room.

  I wrapped my arms around myself and sat there staring at the water for what felt like forever before I managed to get up, dry myself off, and pull my clothes back on. I smelled like pool water and sex.

  And I could still taste him on my lips.

  Blood and pussy and desire.

  13

  Roman

  For the first time in years, I jerked off in the shower. The chlorine water rinsed off my skin as I came, my eyes closed tight, the imagine of Cassie’s mouth hanging open, of her biting my lip, the sharp pain and pleasure, of her sucking my fingers clean like a good girl, of her breasts, her pussy, all of her, even that scar, especially that scar—

  I finished and stood there panting, still fucking hard.

  I was supposed to have control.

  Instead, I had Cassie.

  I dressed and went into my office. Roza joined me a few minutes later, looking suspiciously chipper.

  “How’d the swim go?” she asked, stretching her legs.

  “It was interesting.”

  “I take it you told her about the marriage. She was pretty pissed when I brought her up.”

  “I should’ve warned you. Sorry about that. My plans changed.”

  “It’s okay, she’s your wife, your problem.” Roza sighed and tapped a nail against her chin. “Although to be honest, I sort of hoped you’d get marriage the old-fashioned way. You know, without tricking anyone.”

  “Unfortunately, you won’t get your wish.”

  “It’s a shame. But on the other hand, I really like her.”

  “I didn’t marry her because you approve.”

  “Yeah, yeah, all part of the plan, I know.” She rolled her eyes. I didn’t know why I put up with her shit.

  That wasn’t true. I knew exactly why. I was just in a bad mood and still thinking about Cassie.

  Roza was efficient and smart and fiercely loyal. And she owed me her life.

  That made for the perfect employee.

  If only she didn’t have boundary issues, but that came with her past.

  When Roza was sixteen, I found her tied to a chair in the back room of a mid-level mafioso’s strip club. She was beaten, sexually abused, and her ear had been cut off with a dull blade.

  I killed the man that scarred her then took her under my wing.

  For the first year, she barely spoke. It took her a while to understand that she wasn’t a sex slave anymore and could leave if she wanted.

  But she never did. I brought her deeper and deeper into my business, and she slowly changed from the timid, terrified, mutilated girl I first met into the strong and intelligent woman that helped run my business today.

  Since then, she saved my life in a thousand small ways, and although she didn’t always approve of my decisions, she followed orders.

  Like with Cassie. She was against the marriage idea from the start—but followed through perfectly when I made it clear that there would be no discussion.

  “I need you to file the marriage paperwork. You know where to go?”

  “I’ll check the records but I’m sure we’ve got a few people on payroll.”

  “Make it official. Put a wedding notice in the paper if you have to. Make it sound like we had a private but very expensive ceremony. Something that’ll make the other oligarchs wonder.”

  “I’ll write something up.” She tilted her head and watched me thoughtfully. “What do you plan on doing with her when this is all over? I mean, you won’t need her forever.”

  “She’ll be free to go.”

  “She’ll be a loose end.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Are you implying that I might have her killed once she’s no longer useful to me?”

  “Yes, I am, because that’s exactly the sort of thing you’d do.”

  “Fair enough, but I swear to you I won’t hurt Cassie.” I leaned forward her, fingers gripping the armrest. “You’ll recall that you were a loose end once.”

  Roza nodded once, satisfied. She knew there was very little she could rely on in this world, but I always, always kept my promises.

  “Is there anything else I can do?”

  “Yes, actually. Cassie’s got a scar—“

  Roza reached up, touched her mangled ear. “Does she? You seem to collected scarred girls. Want me to find out how she got it?”

  I opened my mouth to say yes—

  Then stopped.

  Cassie clearly hadn’t wanted me to see it. She struggled when I peeled off her bottoms and was shocked when I kissed that long, jagged line. I could tell it wasn’t surgical and whatever made it was violent and very, very painful. She was likely very lucky to be alive.

  And if she wanted me to know how it happened, she would tell me on her own.

  I would take a lot from her. Freedom, her body, her desire. Whatever I needed, I’d take.

  But I could leave her this at least.

  “Actually, no. Forget I said anything.”

  Roza’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

  “I don’t need to know.”

  “You’ve literally never said those words before.”

  I waved a dismissive hand at her. “Get out before you piss me off.”

  “Seriously, you must really like this one.”

  “Roza.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m going.” She got to her feet and walked to the door.

  “Send in Erick,” I called after as she left.

  She was right. I must like Cassie if I was willing to give her some modicum of privacy. I’d take her body,
taste her and make her feel good, make her bend to my will, make her gasp and moan and writhe—

  But there had to be lines.

  Fuck, I was getting soft.

  Erick came into the room and shut the door behind him. “You summoned me?”

  “I need you to approach Darren Servant about Cassie.”

  Eric went very, very still.

  Darren was another man like me. There were several of us scattered all over the world. His family was old, wealthy, and powerful. He ran in the shadows, financing crime where it pleased him, and he was involved with the MacKenna family.

  Hurting them meant angering him, and I wanted to avoid that if at all possible. Originally, my plans would’ve shielded me from direct involvement. Forge and alliance between the Drozdov and the Liberto families then used them to enact bloody and public revenge on the MacKenna. Except that plan was smashed to bits when Manzi blew Dia’s brains out the back of her skull.

  Darren wasn’t as strong or as connected as me, but he was a problem. If I was going to step out from the shadows, I needed him to know this wasn’t personal.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “I’m positive. Tell him I married her and nothing more. I also want you to tell the Liberto and the Drozdov.”

  “Kir Drozdov won’t be happy. You made assurances.”

  “I will follow through. The Drozdov Bratva will be taken care of. But I consider my deal with Giatno and the Liberto Mafia over after he went against my wishes and tried to kill Cassie.”

  “I understand. This is really going to shake shit up, boss.”

  “I hope so.”

  Erick grinned, saluted, and left.

  I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.

  I should focus on the task at hand. Darren would be a problem. The Drozdov would need soothing. There were a thousand ways my plans could turn to shit.

  Still all I could think about was Cassie’s lips wrapped around my thick cock.

  Pretty Cassie with her baggy clothes.

  Hiding that incredible body.

  Stripped bare for me.

  This was going to be a problem, but one I very much enjoyed.

  14

  Roman