TOXIC (Dark Mafia Romance)

Chapter 2 (1 of 2) (Mature Content)

"PLEASE..." I whispered, my voice cracking from all my screams and cries. "Don't kill me."

The monster watched me with those icy gray eyes that made my pulse skyrocket as if I had a knife pressed to my throat. I clenched my muscles so hard I felt a cramping pain in my bones.

Then the monster tilted his head.

"Why wouldn't I?" he drawled in that roughened baritone that made my insides twist.

He leaned back against the seat, lounging his large body like a massive beast watching his prey. His big hand popped open a hatch at the center console and pulled out a smooth glass decanter and crystal tumbler.

The monster poured clear liquid into the tumbler, and the trickling sound was a mocking accompaniment to the pounding heartbeat in my ears.

"I'm here to teach you a lesson, Antonia."

Teach me a lesson.

My vision wavered at his words, and blood rushed to my head I felt dizzy. Teach me a lesson. Of course, they wouldn't kill me so easily. Of course, they would do horrible things to me first. But it didn't matter.

None of it mattered.

"I-I have money." I didn't have to fake the trembling of my voice. "I can give you money."

The stranger watched me through heavily lidded eyes as he took a swallow of the clear liquid in his tumbler. The ice in his winter gray eyes made my insides churn no matter how much I tried to steel my nerves.

It would all be over soon.

"I-I'm more valuable alive than dead," I whispered. "I don't know what info you got, b-but killing me is not going to bring back what you've lost. Ransom me. You might not get all your money back, but–but it's better than not getting any at all."

The monster threw his head back and laughed, and it was such a rich buttery sound, so sonorous, so horrible, I recoiled in my seat as if someone splashed acid on my face.

"Ah, Principessa." The man put down his crystal tumbler in the cup holder on the center console as his arctic gaze laughed at me. "That was a good one."

"You can do anything else," I hurriedly breathed, my body shaking so bad my teeth chattered. "But please... don't kill me. Not yet. Please."

His harsh laughter died and he looked me dead in the eye. My fingers dug into my palms I could feel my nails breaking my skin.

You can do anything else...

We both knew what I meant.

And like a curse, garish images slammed into me.

Me on my knees, his fingers fisting my hair, my mouth open wide as his large cock pushed between my lips. Me on all fours, him behind me, his cock pushing balls deep in and out of my sex as I whimpered and sobbed.

My eyes burned and my heart pounded so hard I couldn't breathe. I fought hard to control my shaking.

Those images, he could do that to me. He could fuck me and use me and do anything he wanted with my body, and I would let him. I had to let him.

It would all be over soon.

"Please," I whispered.

and his stark gaze drifted from my eyes down to my mouth, and my chest constricted so painfully I had to fight back a rush of panic.

With his mouth still curved in that scathing smile, the monster let his gaze slide to my throat, to my collarbone, down to the creamy swell of my breasts.