“That famous Italian place in town?” Lara picked up the fork and took one bite, then another. “Oh, it's good. I’ve always wanted to eat there, but it’s hard to get a reservation.”
“My family owns the place.”
Lara glanced at him.
“My brother and I used to work there when we were teenagers. Learn the ropes of the family business and shit like that.”
“Making pasta was part of the business?” Lara asked.
Pleased she finished the plate, he set the tray aside.
“Yeah, among other things,” he said. “Go on. Ask your questions.”
“Why did you kiss me? Was that one of your interrogation techniques?”
Matthias blinked, not expecting that particular question so soon. “No. I don’t have a tendency to kiss my captives, but you, well. You were too fucking tempting.”
Lara touched her bottom lip, and fuck, the gesture didn’t help his dick at all. He sat on the edge of the bed, pleased she didn’t back away from him.
“I didn't know,” she began. “That kisses could be like that. Do it again?”
He smirked, unsure if this might be a new tactic of hers to get him to let her go. Matthias didn’t care. With her, he learned all the rules easily flew out the window. He slipped his hand under the back of her neck. Lara widened her brown eyes and parted her lips, as if daring him to do it. She looked even more fucking beautiful, so sexy, bathed in the morning light.
What even possessed him, to lock such an exquisite creature in the dark?
Never again, Matthias thought, pressing his mouth to hers. She gripped his arms, as he plundered her lips. Their tongues tangled. He thrust his down her throat, delighted when she sucked on it. Hunger rode him, them both. She melted in his arms like butter.
The sight of her blown pupils made his dick press painfully against the zipper of his jeans.
The kiss undid them both, not just her. Matthias would do anything for her. Give her the entire fucking world if she wanted.
She didn’t bat his hands away as he slipped them under the fabric of the shirt. Matthias ran his fingers up the lacy fabric of her underwear, her curves.
Lara moaned into his mouth when he paused from the kiss. He rubbed at her nipples, tweaking them, only to feel them hardening under his callused fingers. Matthias wanted to put one into his mouth, bite it. Fuck, he wanted to leave his marks all over her body, so everyone would know who she belonged to.
Matthias angled his mouth to the shell of her left ear, nipped at it, and whispered, “Tell me, dirty girl. If I slip my hand under your underwear, will I find your cunt soaking wet for me?”
“I—” Lara began, face bright red. She looked like she was about to deny the truth.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Matthias pulled his hands away.
“Why did you stop?” she demanded.
Matthias shoved the sheets away in answer. “Lie against the pillows.”
She did as he asked, as he crawled into bed with her. Careful of her injured leg, he grabbed the pillow she wasn’t using and propped her ankle up there. Matthias settled between her thighs and parted her good leg, exposing her pink pussy to his gaze.
“Take off the shirt,” he ordered.
She took it off, unveiling more of that smooth, peach-colored skin, those curves that drove him mad with lust. Those glorious breasts spilled free, and he licked his lips in appreciation. Matthias pressed his face to her groin, licking at the shape of her pussy through the fabric of her panties.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
One tug and he shredded her panties. He tossed the fabric away. She was about to sink her fingers into his hair, but he gripped them, positioning them to her pussy.
“Part them for me. Show me that pretty cunt,” he commanded.
She did just that, splaying herself wide open, offering herself to him.
“Look at you, kitten. So wet already and I haven’t even put my mouth to work.” Matthias flicked his tongue over her clit, licking it back and forth until she let out a sweet moan for him. His dick thickened in his jeans. He pried her thighs further apart.
“Tell me when your ankle starts to hurt,” he said, lapping at the folds. She bucked, but he held her still as he explored, and sucked. Like her mouth, she tasted impossibly sweet down here, too. Matthias also loved wrangling every cry and gasp from her body. He thrust his tongue into her slit, in and out, pleased by every moan and whimper he managed to tease from her.
“Oh God,” she whispered, sinking her fingers into his hair, but he didn’t mind.
Matthias circled back to her swollen nub, used teeth, and bit her there gently. Lara gasped above him. Thrusting two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy was enough to trigger her orgasm. She let out a cry as she came, and he was ready to lick all her cream off. It struck him that never once did Lara seem bothered about his scars the entire time, like it didn’t matter.
She was truly made for a monster after all, created to yield and become his.
Matthias raised his head after he completed his task, smiling at Lara. She wore a languid expression on her face, lips slightly parted.
He slipped a hand between her legs again and stroked her there, wanting to hear her purr for him again.
“From now on,” he said. “This sweet little body of yours, this cunt and this ass, they all belong to me.”
Her clouded eyes cleared, and her voice came out in a breathy whisper. Her next words made him unbearably aware of his tormented dick, still in his jeans. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Chapter Eight
Lara’s heart hammered. She could feel her cheeks heating up at the words she let slip out. She opened her mouth, then closed it when he placed a finger to her lips.
“No take backs, sweetheart,” he murmured.
As if she planned on doing that. This close, he looked like some battle-scarred god of war, ready to take his fill of his willing conquest. The erotic thought sent her pulse racing, made her daringly reach out to trace the scar over his stubbled jaw. He watched her the way a wounded animal would, as if daring her to do more.
“Kiss me?” she asked, a plea in her voice.
Matthias obliged, cupping her cheek and taking her mouth without apology. She tasted herself on him and rubbed herself against him as he slipped a hand to her left nipple, rolling the bud between two fingers. She moaned into his mouth as he slid his hand between her pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth, gathering the wetness on his hands. He lifted it to her mouth, and she knew what to do. She licked his digits clean.
Matthias groaned. Lara reached for the hem of his shirt, but he stopped her, gaze focused, serious, but she was no longer afraid of him. It was a crazy thought, but despite being his captive she knew that he’d never do anything to hurt her. Besides, nothing waited for her back at home. Just an empty apartment and more piling bills.
Most days, Lara felt like she was barely living, but what Matthias did a moment ago made her feel so incredibly alive. Like she mattered.
“My body’s a mess. I’ll close the curtains. Total darkness,” he said, about to rise from the bed.
Lara grabbed his arm. “No.”
“What did you say?” His nostrils flared.
Lara swallowed, forcing herself to look past the scarred killer and see the defensive, angry boy underneath.
“I want to see you. Please. You have nothing to hide from me.” She let out a breath and told him something she never confessed to anyone else. “One of my exes, he always turned the lights off, too. I didn’t like that, because I knew he didn’t want to see my body. You said I was perfect the way I was.”
Matthias stared at her, and from his narrowed eyes and the way he pursed his lips together, she could tell her words pissed him off. The anger wasn’t directed at her, she realized, but at her ex.
“I meant what I said,” Matthias finally said. “It’s not you, but me.”
“Matthias, it’s just you and me here. I’m not going anywhere,” Lara said, gesturing to her leg. “Who will I tell? The stray cat I sometimes bring back home to feed?”
“Whiskers.”
She startled, remembering that he watched her for the last couple of days. “Yeah. He wouldn’t let me put a collar on him. He’s like a visitor who comes and goes as he pleases.”
“Some animals can’t be tamed. They’re beasts underneath.”
“Are we still talking about Whiskers, or you?” The conversation seemed to have lightened his mood.
“Don’t scream,” he said, standing. “I’ve already warned you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said patiently, but she couldn’t contain her gasp as he peeled off his shirt.
Ragged scars blended in with hard muscle and ink. Another reminder of ruined perfection. No. She ought to stop thinking that way. When Matthias looked at her body, he found nothing wrong with her. Skip and all the other assholes she’d been with only saw flaws they wanted to correct. She blinked, well aware he watched her the way a wounded predator would, waiting for her judgment.
“Come closer. Please.”
Her last word made him move closer to the bed. She sat up. Only the sound of his harsh breathing filled the space as she reached out, touching the white lines over his abs. She locked gazes with him and ran her fingers upwards, moving from one scar to the next.
“Tell me about them,” she said. “I want to know your story. It’s only fair, since you know everything about me.”
“My brother Marco and I used to look so alike, people often mistook us for twins.” Matthias’s voice had turned harsh as he closed his big hand over hers. “The fucker who did this, thought I was him. He worked on me for three days. I didn’t correct him, knowing it’s my job to keep Marco safe.”
“Why?” she whispered. Her heart twisted at the thought of her Matthias, being tortured by some psycho who mistook him for his brother.
“Marco’s the firstborn, the next head of the family,” Matthias said as if that explained everything.
“Sit down,” she said.
He frowned but sat on the edge of the bed anyway. She hugged him from behind, feeling all of his muscles tensing up, but he relaxed a few seconds later.
“I’m sorry,” she said, pressing a kiss to a scar on his left shoulder.
“For what? You’re not responsible for these scars.”
“Because by asking you about them, you’re forced to relive painful memories.”
He took her hand in his, kissed them. “I can’t remember the last time anyone asked about them. Most of the members of the Familia look at me and only see a monster.”
“You’re not a monster, not to me.” Lara insisted.
“Even if you’re just saying those words because you’re afraid of me, they mean plenty to me,” he said.
He peeled away from the hug, only to push her gently back against the pillows. Matthias rolled over her, all muscled six-foot plus of him. He took her hands and pinned them above her head, not to hold her down, but to spread his fingers over hers. Like this, she was even more aware of the fact she was completely naked, exposed to his gaze. Excitement shot down her spine.
When Lara first woke in Matthias’s basement, she thought she was destined to die once he got the answers out of her. When she fell from those stairs, she’d made them both prisoners. He cared about her. She was attracted to him in ways she couldn’t understand. Lara no longer cared about what could happen tomorrow. The only thing that mattered was the present. That thought gave her courage to say her next words.
“I’m not scared of you. Not anymore.”
“Brave words, little captive,” he said, tracing her bottom lip with one callused finger.
“You could have let me fall down those stairs. You didn’t need me anymore. Instead, you went out of your way to save me. Maybe I’m not the only captive here,” Lara dared whisper.
He sealed his lips over hers in answer, thrusting his tongue deep down her throat. Matthias released her fingers and cupped her breast and played with her tits, squeezing them. Moisture gathered between her legs. Lara was so wet for him, so ready. She wanted to experience what his cock would feel like inside of her.
Matthias lowered his head, planting kisses down the side of her neck, sucking at the hollow of her collarbones. His hand found her wet pussy again and began to stroke her back and forth while he continued to explore the rest of her body. She moaned. He licked at her nipple, then closed his mouth over it and bit, leaving the perfect imprint of his teeth there.
“Get yourself off on my hand,” he said, palming her slick folds. “I want you primed and ready to take my dick.”
She could only answer him with a moan as she did as he asked. God. His hand against her cunt, the most intimate part of her body felt so good. What would the real thing feel like? She ground her pussy against him, letting the pressure inside her build. He moved to her other nipple, leaving his mark there as well. She cried out, both from the building waves of pleasure radiating from her core to the rest of her body and the aches from his bites.
“Tell me what you are,” he said with a growl, working her between her legs faster.
She raised her hips to meet his hand with wild abandon, not caring how crude she was being. Shame flew out the window a long time ago.
“Yours,” she answered without question.
The word triggered her climax. Lara shuddered all over his waiting hand, her breaths stolen by his merciless kiss. The room fell away from her line of sight. Her mind flew, but he anchored her back to reality with the crush of his possessive kiss. She gripped his shoulders, sliding her thigh, her good leg between his pants.
Lara pressed up against the thick erection in his jeans and smiled up at him.
All her life, she’d been the plain, chubby girl who’d never been anyone’s first or second choice. Matthias saw himself as a killer. She wasn’t naive. Lara understood he’d done his fair share of black deeds for the sake of his family, but she only saw a man worthy of her. Fate must have shoved her in his path for a reason.
“You’ve done it now, Lara. There’s no going back from this.”
Lara didn’t think he was just talking about sex. Didn’t care. She might have just doomed herself when she started falling for this scarred warrior little by little.
He got off her, only to take off his jeans and boxers. Lara stared at the package between his legs, parting her mouth slightly. Matthias’s cock was thick, long, and beautiful, the tip leaking pre-cum.
“I’ve never had anything so big inside of me,” she admitted.
He curved his lips to a disarming and cocky smile, which didn’t fail to make her heart race. “You can and you will.”
Chapter Nine
Matthias made a quick trip to the bathroom to grab a condom. Part of him wondered if he’d find her gone, or she changed her mind. Matthias usually liked being in control. In his underground torture playground, he was the king who wrote all the rules, but she was his queen.
Lara remained where he left her, and he stood by the doorway, appreciating the sight of her flushed skin, his teeth marks on both her tits. Yours, she’d told him only moments ago in that soft, sweet voice of hers, not realizing she practically signed her soul to the devil.
A better man would have secured a means to her freedom, to let her go. Too bad Matthias wasn’t that, but Lara knew what kind of monster she invited in.
“What are you doing there?” she asked, finally noticing him.
“Just admiring what’s mine.” That got a blush out of her.
Matthias couldn’t forget the hidden pain in her eyes when she talked about her ex, the one who turned off the lights. That made him forget about his scars, and all he saw was rage. It didn’t matter. If she asked, he’d hunt all of the bastards who left scars on her heart. If she wanted, he’d make them hurt in ways they didn’t know were possible. Too bad his sweet angel possessed a far better heart th
an he did.
For now, he’d settle for making her scream out his name. Matthias positioned himself between her legs, mindful of her injured one. Not taking his gaze off her, he took out the condom, slipping it over his dick. He raised her uninjured leg and touched her pretty pussy, still soaked from her previous orgasm.
“Please.”
Oh, she knew that word did the trick, practically undid all his careful control.
Matthias slipped inside of her. He wanted to take her roughly but reserved that for another time. Today, it was her pleasure he’d focus on. He took her mouth as he made his way down her slick and tight pussy, muffling her moan. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he finally sank balls deep inside her.
“Matthias,” she whispered his name against the shell of his ear.
He couldn’t have enough of her. He released her mouth, just to hear the music of her cries of pleasure. Matthias moved in and out of her, his pace slow and steady. With every groan she uttered, he picked up the pace, reducing them both to panting, needy animals.
Lara scored her nails across his skin. He pounded deep and deeper in and out of her, delighted when she began meeting him for every push. Matthias made sure with each push, his cock hit her sensitive clit.
He switched the angle of his thrusts and finally found what he sought. Lara whimpered, arching her back as he aimed for her G-spot again. He closed his teeth on the side of her neck, biting her there as well. All his to claim.
“Matthias, I’m close.”
Her pussy muscles clamped hard around his cock, making him grit his teeth. When Matthias’s balls tightened against his body, he knew he wouldn’t last long either. She came, all over his dick. Matthias plunged his prick in and out of her a few more times, before deciding he didn’t just want to spill his seed into the condom.
He pulled out of her pussy, peeled the thin piece of plastic off, and unloaded his cum over her tits, like a beast marking its territory. Matthias growled out his triumph as his vision splintered and he floated on waves of sheer ecstasy. After his torture, he’d consigned himself to his work, to hell on earth. He didn’t think he could ever experience the sweet taste of heaven again.
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