Savage Beginnings: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance

by J. L. Beck

  I almost laugh. “Many people are scared of me. You were as well once. I don’t trust her or anyone for that matter, so it’s better to be feared than not because if people aren’t scared of you, they think they can get away with things.”

  For a fleeting moment, our eyes collide, her striking green clash with my icy blues. She is so beautiful, fragile like glass, a fine jewel. Every day, I’m reminded of how precious her safety is, her life is in my hands, and I’ll be damned if I let her down.

  Soon, she’ll be my bride, and then she’ll give me an heir.

  The day is coming... soon, so very soon.

  Breaking the connection, I ask, “Are you ready for dinner? Or would you rather take a walk first?”

  “Maybe just a short walk before dinner?”

  “As you wish.” I nod and help her from the bed.

  She loops her arm around mine and uses my body as a brace to stand. She hasn’t used the wheelchair in over a week now. The brace on her ankle is enough to let her walk slowly and pain-free, but I still maintain a hold on her. There is always the risk that she could trip and fall and injure herself all over again.

  “I think I’ll be fine without a brace soon,” she tells me as we walk down the hall together. “My ribs barely hurt anymore.” The excitement in her voice radiates outward. I know she’s ready for me to stop babying her, to do things on her own, but part of me isn’t there yet. With her father out there and enemies coming from left and right, her safety and care is of the most importance.

  “I’m happy to hear that. I’ll have the doctor come take a look and make sure it’s okay to take off the brace beforehand.”

  I might be overprotective, but I don’t care. Ahead is the staircase, and in my mind, a flashback of that day replays. Her tumbling down the stairs, the horror in her eyes, and how her father tried to kill me. As if Elena can read my thoughts, she perks up and turns her head to look up at me.

  “You never told me how I fell down the stairs,” she whispers softly like she’s approaching a wild animal. “I know you would never hurt me… I feel safe with you, but… I just feel like there is something you are hiding from me. Will you please tell me what happened? No matter how many times I rack my brain for an answer or a memory of that day, all I get is a black void. I know something happened; I can tell...”

  “It doesn’t matter now–”

  “It matters to me,” she almost yells before softening her voice. “Did someone try to kill me again?”

  “What? No. You falling was an accident,” I assure her.

  She relaxes next to me, but the way she looks at me tells me she still wants to know more. I can’t hide the truth from her forever.

  “Then why are you not telling me how it happened?”

  I grit my teeth, my jaw becoming steel. “Your father was here.”

  Confusion flashes across her face. “My father? He was there when I fell?”

  “Yes. He was there, and he saw it happen.”

  “Why wasn’t he at the hospital? Did you send him away?” Her tone grows accusing, and anger rips through me. I can’t fucking believe it. She still trusts him more than she trusts me, and that bothers me more than I’d like to admit.

  For a moment, I say nothing. I’m caught between wanting to make her see her father for the person he really is and not wanting to hurt her feelings. My desire for her complete submission wins over my need to protect her emotions, and I know what I’m about to tell her is selfish, but it’s the truth.

  “Your father was there. He saw you fall. He saw your lifeless body lying on the bottom of the stairs, and instead of rushing to your aide like I did, he left. He didn’t even check on you, didn’t blink, or make a move toward you. One second, he was there, and the next, he was gone.”

  Her whole body goes rigid, and she stops walking. I almost cringe at the hurt in her eyes. The last thing I want is to see her suffer.

  “Did he try to come to the hospital?” she asks, her voice shaky, matching the pain in her gaze.

  “No. He left and went into hiding. No one knows where he is…” And then it hits me. “You wouldn’t happen to know where he would go to hide, would you?”

  “No,” she blurts out, a bit too fast, too eagerly.

  She’s lying.

  My self-control is hanging on by a thread, but I don’t say another word about it as I lead her outside and into the garden. She doesn’t ask any more questions, and that might be her saving grace at the moment. I don’t trust myself to say anything right now. My anger is too prevalent.

  She’s lying to me.

  She knows where her father is.

  Now, I only have to figure out how to make her talk.

  33

  Elena

  Julian is oddly quiet at dinner, and that quietness carries over into the evening. After dinner, we retreat back up to our bedroom.

  Worry swirls like a hurricane inside of me. He’s angry with me. He hasn’t said anything, not a single word, but I can feel it. Feel the fury rushing off of him and slamming into me.

  Could he tell that I was lying?

  Who am I kidding? Of course, he could.

  But what am I supposed to do? Tell him where my father is? I can’t do that. No matter what my father has done to me, he is still my dad. Telling Julian where he could be hiding would mean certain death to the only family I have left. My father may have betrayed me, but I’m not like him, and I refuse to get involved in their fight.

  Like a child, Julian leaves me sitting on the bed as he takes a shower. I slip out of my clothes and down to my panties, then I crawl under the blankets and wait for him.

  The bed feels cold and empty when he’s not here. I’m so used to sleeping in his arms, I don’t think I could fall asleep without him anymore.

  The thought is frightening. I never wanted to become dependent upon him, but over time, he’s broken down my walls, and shown me a glimpse of who he really is.

  The bathroom door opens a few minutes later, and Julian steps into the room completely naked. His dark hair is still wet, and droplets stick to his tan skin. Lowering my gaze, I see he is fully erect. His cock so hard, it’s pointing up to his navel.

  Three weeks. It’s been three weeks since he’s done anything, aside from a gentle kiss, or soft caress. Seeing him naked now, ready to fuck me, has my core heating and my breath coming in short heavy spurts.

  My pulse races, and not just because of his nakedness. His eyes are dark, his look stern, and his muscles flexed. He radiates anger.

  I was right. He is angry.

  Like a lion, he prowls toward me, and I cannot deny that the way he’s looking at me turns me on even more. It’s both frightening and exciting, like riding a rollercoaster, knowing there is a drop coming, but unsure when.

  “Why do you protect him? He doesn’t care about you, not like I do.”

  “I’m not protecting him,” I squeak as he tugs back the covers, exposing my body. My nipples harden at the cool air that kisses my skin. I instinctively try to scoot back and sit up, but Julian grabs my injured ankle and pulls me back toward him.

  “Lies,” he hisses through his teeth like a snake.

  All I can do is gasp when he pounces on me, his hand circles my throat, squeezing just enough to let me know he is in control. His hot mouth circles one of my hard tips, and his tongue flicks against it before his teeth sink into my skin.

  Warmth floods my body, colliding with fear and a zing of pain as he bites down harder. Lifting my hands, wanting to place them on his chest, I hope to regain at least a little control. But he snatches my wrists and pins them above my head with one of his large hands while keeping the other on my throat.

  “Julian,” I whimper.

  “Tell me what I want to know,” he whispers against my skin, trailing kisses up my chest and over my throat. My heart races beneath my skin, thundering so loudly it’s almost all I can hear.

  “I know nothing…” I tell him, and whine when he pulls away and stares down
at me. His icy blue gaze pins me to the mattress, and for the first time in weeks, a shiver of fear runs down my spine.

  “I’m going to get the answer out of you. Roll over,” he orders thickly. I don’t even hesitate as I obediently roll over onto my hands and knees. “Leave your hands above your head and jut your ass out.”

  I follow his order without thought, even though I’m scared of what he is going to do to me. I watch him take a pillow and stuff it under my stomach before he places a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down.

  I’m surprised when he gets off the bed, but I don’t move. I hear him get something out of the dresser. A few moments later, he is back by my side. He takes one of my wrists, and before I know what’s happening, my hands are cuffed to the bedposts.

  “What are you doing?” I ask meekly.

  “Don’t talk unless you are answering my questions,” he snaps, his voice is gruff, dark, and has an edge to it that has me on high alert. This is not the Julian I trust. This is not the sweet, caring person I seek out for safety. This is the Julian I betrayed, who is willing to hurt me to get his way.

  I’m not prepared for what’s about to happen. I know the extent he’ll go to, to get what he wants. And right now, he wants to get his hands on my father.

  Lost in thought, I let out a surprised yelp when he spreads my legs and climbs back onto the bed behind me.

  “Such a pretty pussy. It’s going to be a shame that I have to punish both of us.”

  “I don’t know where he…” I don’t even get to finish the sentence before I feel his back against mine, his weight presses into me, and his hard cock digs into my ass. His mammoth hand circles the back of my neck, and he squeezes my flesh in warning.

  “Do not speak unless it is to tell me where your father is hiding,” he grits out, giving me a hard squeeze before pulling away completely.

  I shouldn’t be turned on. I should be terrified. Yet, the warmth between my legs grows, and wetness forms against my folds. He’s making me need him, want him, even in the moments when I shouldn’t. He’s a drug I’ll never be able to quit, and I’m ashamed to admit it because wanting him as badly as I do makes me vulnerable.

  “Now, let’s see how many times I can bring you to the edge before you lose your mind.” The darkness in his voice blankets over my skin, and I shiver.

  A moment later, he’s between my legs, his hot breath fanning against my entrance. Even the sensation that brings makes me pulse and press back against his face, seeking out a release. It’s been three weeks. Three weeks without an orgasm, without pleasure.

  “I think you’re forgetting the lesson here. This is a punishment, if you want to come, then you’ll need to tell me where your father is,” Julian growls against my folds, and then the world around me fades away.

  I fist the sheets and squirm against his hold. His fingers dig into my flesh as he holds me spread open, his mouth devouring me, feasting like a savage beast. His tongue slips inside my pussy, and he fucks me for a few long seconds before moving to my clit. He’s merciless, and while I try and hold back the pleasure threatening to swallow me whole, I can’t.

  My stomach tightens, and the lightning bolts of pleasure start to shoot through me. I can feel myself on the edge of an orgasm, and without care, push back against his face, grinding my pussy against his mouth to get it right where I want it.

  That’s my biggest mistake because Julian isn’t about to let me come. I know this, can feel it as my body shudders against the mattress. A second later, he proves his point and pulls away, leaving me aching and cold.

  “Julian,” I whimper in frustration, knowing that if I tell him what he wants to know, he’ll let me come while also knowing I might as well be pulling the trigger on my father’s life.

  His mouth is replaced with two fingers, which trace my opening.

  “Tell me where your daddy is, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your name.”

  “I don’t…”

  “If you say so,” the words are a whisper, and though I can’t see his face at that instant, I know there is a cruel smile on his lips. I’m going to pay for lying to him, pay with my body, mind, and soul.

  He traces my opening, sinking the two thick digits inside my already drenched entrance. Like a cat in heat, I push back against his hand, and I’m rewarded with a chuckle.

  “It sucks when you want something so badly, and it’s within reach, yet you can’t have it, doesn’t it?”

  “You’re…” I gasp as he moves faster, making whatever I was about to call him evaporate from my mind.

  “Not a liar like you, that’s for sure.” He moves the two fingers faster and faster, and the pressure in my womb mounts.

  “Oh, god,” I pant, warning him once again how close I am to coming. It’s a stupid mistake because he’s not going to let me come.

  Like the bastard he is, he stops fucking me with his fingers and slows to nothing more than a stroke, stopping the build-up of pleasure in an instant.

  Frustration mounts inside of me, and my head spins. I need to come, want it so badly, I could hump the mattress at this point and get off.

  “If you want to come, you know what you have to do.” Julian slips through my wet folds and rubs gentle circles against my clit.

  “Please… please…” I beg deliriously.

  Coating his fingers in my arousal, he trails back to my entrance, sinking the two fingers inside me. He starts to fuck me again, and for a moment, I get lost in the pleasure that starts to build back up. Maybe he’s finally going to let me come? Caught up in my own thoughts, I fail to notice the sound of a bottle popping open.

  A second later, something cold drips into the crack of my ass. Riding the waves of pleasure coursing through my pussy, I don’t realize what is happening until I feel something probing my puckered asshole.

  Panic clings to my body, and I tighten up. “Relax…” he soothes, and after a few seconds, I do just that.

  With his fingers still inside me, he strokes me from the inside out, making it hard for me to concentrate on his thumb, which gently presses against the tight ring of muscles in my ass. When his thumb slips inside my ass, there is a slight pinch, but aside from that, there is nothing but pleasure, and a deep moan escapes my lips.

  Julian removes his hand from my pussy and grabs my hip instead, holding me down, so he can continue playing with my ass.

  I wonder how I can be so turned on by having a finger in my ass, but the thought slips away from me before I can fully comprehend it as he starts to fuck my ass with his thumb.

  His strokes are precise, shallow, and bring forth a whole new pleasure.

  “Your ass looks beautiful with my thumb inside of it. I can’t wait to see it stretched from my cock.” I don’t know how, but his words turn me on even more. Moving his thumb in and out of my ass a little faster, the coil of lust twists tighter in my gut. He pulls out to replace his thumb with two fingers, stretching me even more.

  “I’m not going to let you come, no matter how much you beg or plead. Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”

  He eats his words a moment later because before I can anticipate it, I’m coming, my entire body tightens and snaps like a bow that’s pulled too tight.

  My core tightens, and I squeeze Julian’s fingers tight, holding them inside my body, never wanting to let them go. Pleasure floods every orifice, and I tremble against the mattress. My lids fall closed, and a warm flush blankets my skin.

  “Fuck…” I hear Julian grunt behind me. “I didn’t expect you to come from me fucking your ass. Guess I’ll have to change my tactic then.”

  For what seems like an eternity, he fucks me with his fingers, making me come two more times. My pussy is barely done convulsing, and he’s entering me with his cock while continuing to keep his fingers in my ass.

  I’m riding a wave of blissful pleasure, my entire body sags forward, and sweat beads my brow. Twisting, I peer over my shoulder at Julian. The look in his eyes
is feral, and I know he’s not going to let up. He wants answers, answers I have, and he’s willing to fuck me into submission to get them.

  “Lean back and bounce on my cock,” he orders. I move slowly, my body a puddle of mush. Not moving fast enough, I earn a slap to the ass, which causes his fingers that are in my ass to slip inside a little deeper.

  A cross between a moan and whimper passes my lips, and I push back against him and start to ride his dick slowly, my ass slapping against his groin.

  “Perfect, absolute perfection. I could fucking come in your tight little hole right now.”

  “Yes!” I moan.

  My folds are sensitive, and my entire body is one big ball of pleasure.

  I’m not sure I could take another orgasm, but it looks like I don’t have a choice. Every muscle on my body clamps up, and when I feel Julian add another finger to the two already inside my ass, I fall apart, a scream passing my lips.

  I’m drunk on pleasure and high on Julian’s touch. He fucks me with his fingers in my ass for a little while longer and then replaces his fingers with the mushroom head of his cock.

  “You won’t fit.” I struggle to get the words out as pleasure and pain mingle together.

  “I’ll fit angel, you were made for me. Your ass will take my cock.”

  That’s the only response I get before he starts to enter me slowly, pushing through the ring of muscles and into my ass. For a brief moment, the pressure is too much, and I whimper, struggling against his grasp.

  Placing a hand at the back of my neck, he holds me in place and starts to move, replacing the dull ache with red hot pleasure. All I can feel is him. His scent surrounds me, his body molds to mine. We’re one and the same in this moment.

  His pace speeds up, and the sound of his balls slapping against my skin fills the room. He grunts, fucking me slowly, even though I know he wants to rut into me over and over again. Bringing two fingers to my clit, he circles the overly sensitive flesh, and I start to shake once more.