Monster: Made & Broken (A Mafia Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

taking me until we were one, melted together by flesh and ecstasy. His next thrust was another slow, full roll of his hips, and I cried out and dug my nails deep into his shoulders.
    A deep warning growl rumbled from Marcus’ chest, but I was too lost in the sex to pay it much mind. When he drove into me again, I met him with a roll of my own hips, ripping his skin with my nails from the sheer intensity of taking him so deeply.
    Marcus froze mid-movement, his arms locking tight around my body. I looked up, confused—and swallowed hard.
    His eyes were blazing and so, so dark it looked like his pupils filled the irises completely. There was no restraint left, no fear. For the first time, I saw what Marcus Steel looked like when the beast inside him got unleashed, and it made every hair on my body stand on end.
    “ I— omph!” Before I managed to get so much of the beginning of an apology out, his lips crashed against mine, forcing them apart.
    I moaned as his tongue lashed against my own, and again when he pulled halfway out of my pussy—but when he drove back in, there was no trace left of his prior gentleness.
    I tried to scream when he rammed into me with all the force his powerful body contained, but Marcus snuffed my voice with his savage kiss. When he pounded into me again I finally ripped my lips from his and threw my head back to give sound to the desperate cry clawing its way out of my throat. He didn’t afford me any respite, fucking into me hard and fast. His lips and teeth found my neck, pressing bruising kisses to it while he ravaged me against the counter.
    He was like a beast possessed, and I—I lost myself in him.
    I came for him as I clung to his shoulders, the size of him forcing my pussy to submit with aching spasms that made my toes curl. I dug my nails into his skin as my climax rolled through my helpless body, prolonged by his continued pounding into me. He didn’t stop, not even when I collapsed in a pile of melted bone and muscle on the counter in front of him. He simply shifted his grip to my hips so I could lay down on the marble while he kept pulling me onto his cock in hard thrusts.
    I looked up at him from underneath hooded lids, too tired to begin another climb despite the delicious friction tantalizing the hypersensitive spots deep inside me. He was beautiful in his wildness, so strong and unbelievably male that it spoke to every primitive instinct within me. His breath came out in harsh gasps and growls as he drove into me much harder than I should have wanted. Yet despite the pain—or maybe because of it—it felt so good I could hardly bear it.
    My pussy tightened around his pounding girth, and I reached down to rub my clit. Sharp shocks of pleasure thrilled through my body and I mewled with want, canting my hips up for more, but before I could move he pulled out.
    I frowned at the sudden sensation of being empty—incomplete—and opened my mouth to protest, but never got the chance. Marcus grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over, pulling my arse out and up before he plunged back into me.
    “ Ooh!” I cried out and arched up as high as I could go. He seized both my wrists in reply, trapping my arms behind my back as he pushed me down flat against the counter.
    “ You come for me,” he growled against my nape, sending goosebumps down my spine. “Only me.”
    The next forty minutes were a blur of pleasure mixed with just the right kind of pain. As he’d demanded, I did come for him, multiple times, and when he finally joined me in climax I’d lost count.
    His thrusts, rough and merciless for the entire session, became frantic, and he relinquished his hold on my arms to grab my hips and pull me onto him as hard as he could while I yelped and cried out with my own release.
    My pussy spasmed around him, desperately clamping down on his meaty cock to stem the onslaught while wave after powerful wave of pleasure washed through me once more. But this time, it finally succeeded.