The Marriage Debt (Dark Mafia Romance) (Debts & Vengeance Book 1)

His fingers slide in and out of my mouth as his other hand curls over the collar around my neck, and I don’t even mind. Even though he’s cornered me, caught me in the act of trying to snoop into his business and find something I could use against him.

I should bite, fight, kick him.

Instead, I’m like a meek little lamb pushing herself up against her wolf.

Teasing him.

Coaxing the fangs to come out and bite me.

I know it’s dangerous. Playing with his feelings is like playing with fire, but what other choice do I have when he left me none?

I don’t protest as he hovers over my ear and presses a kiss right below.

The rumbling sound of his groan sets me off.

“Fuck me then.”

It comes out in a single breath, but the gravity of my words don’t go unnoticed for either of us. I don’t say it lightly, and I know what it means. What I’m asking.

For him to take my virginity. To completely, utterly, irrevocably become his.

And the mere thought makes my entire body erupt into goose bumps.

I never thought it’d be like this, and with Luca. I always thought his brother would be the one. But now that I’m here, married to Luca, all I want is for those fingers of his to grab me, hold me, touch me, use me. I hate him, hate what he does, hate how he makes me lust for him so easily when I shouldn’t.

His mouth forms into a grin near my ear. “I won’t allow you to take that back.”

As my lips part, he kisses me again, sinking his teeth into my shoulder until I let go of the gasp I was holding. He doesn’t puncture my skin, but the pain is real, visceral. I’m watching him through the mirror, but when he gazes right up into my eyes like a goddamn animal, I finally realize the consequence of my own words.

The grip on my throat tightens as he suddenly brings his other hand down to my dress and dives underneath, inching the fabric up as he goes. Sweat builds up on my back as he reaches my panties and pulls them aside with ease, and I hiss when he strokes my slit with two fingers.

“So sensitive still … Can you really handle me, little bunny?”

“I can handle more than you think,” I say through gritted teeth.

He slaps my ass. Hard.

I bite my tongue.

“I’m eager to find out and test that idea,” he muses, slapping my ass again so hard I bump into the desk. He’s watching me through the mirror, every slap making me all the more aware of how badly I want him to do it.

“Because I think you’re still lying to yourself and me.”

“I’m n—”

He shoves me down onto the desk headfirst.

Fuck. It’s happening.

I’m about to lose my virginity.

“You asked for it, Jill. Now let me fuck your tight little ass.”

My eyes widen.

My ass?

“Wait, what?”

He snorts as he fishes something out of his desk drawer. Lube.

And it makes my pupils dilate.

“You asked for it … now let me fucking give it to you.”

“I thought you were going to—”

I gasp when the cold liquid hits my ass, and he rubs it in.

“Oh, my God,” I mutter. “This wasn’t what—”

He pushes a finger inside.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

It’s so tight yet such a turn-on.

“It’s exactly what I told you I would do to you,” he growls, pushing in farther. “Now take it like a good girl and moan for me.”

I can’t help it. The noise just slips out the farther he sticks his finger inside.

It feels so wrong, so immoral for him to be inside my ass right now.

I thought he would take my virginity, but I never expected him to take my ass instead.

“Does that feel good, little bunny?” he groans, thrusting in and out of my ass.

It feels so wrong to admit it, even when it does.

SLAP!

The rude awakening makes me moan out loud.

“Answer me!”

“Yes,” I mewl.

It feels so wrong to say it out loud while he’s toying with me like this. I’m so embarrassed.

Suddenly, his zipper is pulled down. My face turns red.

The tip touches my back entrance, and I can feel the cold metal of his rings nudge against my skin.

Oh, God.

It’s really happening.

“Wait, but I thought you were going to fuck me in the pu—”

“I told you I was going to take every one of your fucking orifices before I’d fuck your every hole and make you beg.” More cold lube is squirted over my back entrance and across his length.

I glance at him over my shoulder. “Please …”

“Please, what, bunny?”

“I’m afraid it’ll hurt,” I reply.

“Only a little.” There’s a devious smirk on his face that I’d almost describe as sexy. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of your submission.”

I swallow down the lump in my throat as he bends over me, the tip pushing against my entrance, and whispers into my ear, “Are you ready, bunny?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I give a slight nod, but I don’t know if I really am. He’s huge, and the mere thought of him inside me already makes me squirm.

“Because I’m not gonna hold back,” he adds.

When our eyes connect through the mirror, he plants both hands on my ass and spreads the cheeks until my hole is open wide. “Just how I like it,” he groans.

He buries every inch of himself inside me, agonizingly slow. Every ridge of his cock, the rings on his shaft, the veins throbbing inside, I feel it all. The sensation of something filling me up is overwhelming, making me let out a guttural moan.

“That’s it, bunny. Feel my cock owning every fucking inch of you,” Luca says, going in deep, deeper, even deeper, and when he finally reaches the base, my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. “This ass belongs to me now. And soon, your pussy will too.”

I gasp when he slides back out with ease, only to thrust back in again, this time with much more energy. I gasp each time he hits the base, the length of him filling me up whole.

I thought it would hurt, that I’d hate the very feel of him inside my ass.

But I was wrong, so wrong.

Because it feels so goddamn good it’s almost illegal.

God, the way he thrusts inside is just like how he touched my clit, but better, more fulfilling, more everything. And it makes me hungry, needy in a way that I never thought I would.

“F-Fuck,” I hiss as he pushes in again.

“Oh yes, bunny. I will fuck you,” Luca groans, and he grabs my wrist and pins it to my back. “And you will fucking scream my name before we’re done.”

THRUST!

My jaw opens wide, but the only sound that leaves is a simple mewl as he plunges into me, each stroke faster than the one before, and I can’t stop the wetness from pooling between my legs. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and when he slaps my ass at the same time, I’m done for.

As I grab the desk with my free hand, he immediately grabs it and brings it to my back too.

“Don’t move,” he growls, and when I look up, he rips off his tie and wraps it around my wrists, sealing them in.

I have no chance to respond because he immediately thrusts in and out again, making it impossible for me to react with anything other than moans.

“You thought I’d be gentle? That I’d be a good husband and treat you right?” he growls, fucking me harder until the whole desk begins to wobble. “Wrong. I don’t make love. I fuck.”

Tears well up in my eyes because of how hard he fucks me. Because of how wet it makes me when he talks like that. When he fucks like this.

He’s a fucking animal.

A monster.

And I can do nothing but moan with delight when he rams into my ass.

His hands are on my waist as he plows into me, slapping me between thrusts to coax out sound.

“More, Jill. Moan for me,” he says, his voice hot and heady. “Show me what kind of a slut you really are,” he says.

I should despise him, but all I want is for him to fuck me raw.

What is wrong with me?

No, I should hate him.

He did this to me.

“Fuck you,” I hiss even though my clit is throbbing with need from the way he fucks my ass.

“Oh, the naughty girl is finally back to play,” he says, chuckling while still plunging into me. “Tell me how much you hate me then. It only turns me on.” Suddenly, he grabs my hair and forces me to look at him through the mirror. “Look at me while I ride you, Jill. Look at me while I own this fucking asshole.”

“I hate you,” I say, but it comes out weak.

I am weak.

I’m weak for giving in.

Weak for letting him take me over.

But what other choice did I have?

He smirks and slaps my ass so hard I squeal. “It’s easier to fuck you when you do.”

“Liam never would have treated me like this,” I spit.

It’s out before I know it.

But the look on his face makes me instantly regret it.

Like fire and fury molten into one, and he’s stopped mid-thrust as though he’s contemplating whether to kill me on the spot.

Shit.

“My brother …” Luca hisses, looking up at me from underneath his dark lashes. “Would never have given you what you need.” He leans over my body and grabs my face, forcing me to look at myself. “Surrender.”

What?

What does he mean?

“Sweet fucking release,” he adds, and without warning, he buries himself to the hilt so fast I groan out loud and feel myself explode.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?

Did I just … come?

From ass-fucking?

The waves ripple over me, and there’s no mistake. I recognize this feeling from all the times before when he did it to my clit.

But he didn’t even touch me there.

Oh God … is that even possible?

Is that what he means?

Is this what he’s been holding back?

His eyes are violent, greedy, crazed. Like a lover high on drugs.

High on me.

And I can tell from the devilish half-smirk on his face he knows what he just did.

His finger traces a line up from my back all the way to my neck, every touch so sensitive that it sets my senses on fire. And he swipes aside my hair to whisper, “That.”

Fuck. Me.

He pulls out, leaving me bereft and wishing for more.

And that … that makes me hate myself even more.

“You felt that,” I mutter out of breath.

He slaps my ass, making me squeal out loud. “Of course I did, bunny. Best feeling there is. Making my woman come from my dick.” He grabs my wrists and pulls me up from the desk, only to position himself right between my cheeks again.

“And there’s more where that came from …” he muses, looking at me in the mirror as he thrusts back inside my ass again.

My mouth forms an o-shape as he buries deep inside me.

A dirty smile forms on his face as though he enjoys the mere sight of seeing me break. Of course he does. He’s a sadistic bastard who will do anything to see my downfall.

But as he presses a kiss down onto my neck below the collar, the heat rises in my body, and I can’t help but whisper, “Please …”

“Please what?” he whispers. “More?”

He thrusts harder and harder until I can barely even breathe, let alone say anything. With his hand wrapped around my throat, he forces me to watch him plunge into my ass, owning that too.

There is nothing this man won’t claim.

No line he wouldn’t cross to make me submit.

His eyes dart back and forth between my eyes and my tits which bounce up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.

There’s always been something special about the way he looks at me.

Like I’m the only girl alive after the entire world has been set on fire and turned to ashes.

Like he’d kill each last motherfucking enemy on his way to get to me.

And that … is nothing short of pure sexiness.

No wonder I always found it so hard to resist.

When his other hand dives down between my legs to circle my clit, my eyes actually roll into the back of my head. He knows exactly where to touch me to make me wish he never stopped. That’s how good he is at toying with me. Within seconds, he already has me on the next level, ready to explode again.

“You wanna come?” Luca groans, thrusting in slowly, deeply.

I moan in response, almost unable to form any kind of syllables.

“Tell me who owns you,” he growls into my ear. “Say it out loud.”

“Luca!” It comes out in a breathy, loud moan.

My defeat.

Handed to him on a platter.

Fuck.

I close my eyes, but he immediately grabs my collar, and says, “Look at me while I fuck this ass. My ass.”

Luca’s gravelly voice sends me over the edge, and as he plunges into me, flicking my clit, the sensations become too much, and I come all over his fingers, whimpering like the slut he told me I was.

He doesn’t stop fucking me until his balls tighten against me, and he roars out loud. Hot cum jets into me, and I can feel it fill me up to the brim with warmth. After a few more spurts, he pulls out, my pussy still throbbing, aching for more than what he just gave me.

Like a true addiction.

If I had known it would be like this … that it would feel like this …

It’s a miracle I managed to last this long without.

And I can’t even fucking imagine what it’ll be like for him to claim my pussy too.

But I swallow down that thought as Luca’s hand is still around my neck. His tongue dips out to leave a trail as he moves up to my ear, whispering, “Mine.”

Fuck.

Sometimes, he makes me forget I should hate him.

He presses a kiss on my cheek and turns my face around until I’m facing him. “And now your ass belongs to me too.”

Fuck.

I never even imagined it was possible, but he proved me wrong.

I thought I could use my virginity against him, but now I’ve handed him my ass on a platter instead.

I feel so dirty for letting myself be used.

For enjoying it the way I did.

“All you ever do is take,” I say, salty that he made me like it so much.

Luca tilts my chin up and claims another greedy kiss, one that makes my head spin. “I won’t ever stop until I’ve taken your pussy … and then your fucking heart.”

I pull my lips away from his even though they’re swollen and hungry for more. “Why? You hate me. You hate my guts for what I did to your brother. For what I did …”

“To me,” he fills in for me, his voice darkening the more he speaks. “So you know I won’t ever be satisfied until I’ve taken everything you have to give.”

“You already broke me,” I say as he reaches behind me to unlock my wrists from their binds. “You have your revenge.”

“You think this is about revenge?” His eyes narrow as he pulls away the tie, and I rub my sore wrists. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“You’re trying to ruin me beyond repair. Well, you’ve succeeded,” I reply, a tear welling up in my eye.

“I told you what would happen if you tempted me,” he says, licking his lips. “You asked me to fuck you … and I gave you what you wanted.”

What I wanted.

What I asked for.

Suddenly, I remember why.

I look down at his pocket.

At the one place he’s stashed the only key to this place.

I should’ve taken the chance when he wasn’t looking and was distracted by my body. That’s why I did it, why I told him to fuck me. So why didn’t I do what I was supposed to do, what I told myself I would?

Suddenly, his lips are on mine, stealing my breath away as well as the tiny voice inside my head telling me to fight him off and steal his key.

It’s my only chance at freedom.

My only chance at an escape from him.

But his lips … God, his lips know how to seduce me into giving up.

“It’s never enough,” Luca murmurs against my lips. “Even when you’re completely mine, it’s never fucking enough.”

What does he mean? And why is he kissing me like this when he just got what he wanted all along? Is there something more going on than he—

BANG!

The loud noise makes my pupils dilate, and I jolt up and down. “What was that?”

I pull down my dress to ensure no one sees me if a guard walks in. Luca’s muscles tense against me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he looks around, completely on edge.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen … was it?” I mutter as he shoves his dick back into his pants and zips up.

Another bang makes him turn around.

It sounded like a gunshot.

“This’ll have to wait. Stay here.” The concern in his voice has me on edge.

Luca immediately runs off, leaving me completely in the dark and with a heart filled with turmoil.

What did he mean when he said it was never enough?

There’s no time to ask. Within seconds, there’s another bang.

This isn’t random anymore. It’s definitely gunshots.

Someone must be trying to break in.

Oh, my God. Is it my family? Have they had enough of the De Voses’ games? Are they coming to rescue me?

I can’t stop my feet from moving in the direction of the sound, desperate to know what’s going on. Curiosity overtakes the need to stay safe, huddled up in Luca’s office as I walk out the door.

The living room is filled with smoke. The sound of gunshots fills the room.

My heart beats in my throat as I step forward and stumble across the body of a guard.

A dead fucking guard.

Shit.

Blood pours from his head wound, and I go to my knees to check his pulse, but it’s definitely gone.

BANG!

I duck for cover behind the kitchen counter.

What the fuck? That was much closer than I thought they were.

They must be right near the front door, whoever they are.

And the mere thought of getting out of this difficult situation has my heart racing. Adrenaline surges through my body as I lift my head and look around the corner.

Smoke covers the area until another shot lights up the hallway.

Someone grunts.

THUD!

Something fell to the floor … or someone.

Was it Luca?

The thought makes my heart stop.

“You’re all alone.” It’s Luca. “Get out now or die a slow and painful death.”

Who is he talking to?

I hold my breath and take a step in the direction of the hallway. I need to know who’s there. What if it’s my father? I can’t let him sacrifice himself for me.

Another shot is audible, but it doesn’t stop me from inching closer and closer.

“Let her go.”

I stop in my tracks.

My heart almost stops beating as my jaw drops.

That voice …

I peer around the corner, and in an instant, our eyes connect.

Nick.