Monster: Made & Broken (A Mafia Bad Boy Romance) (3 page)

And here I was, alone with him in his flat. More than willing to be naked and vulnerable underneath him.

I walked further into the apartment and set my purse on the kitchen island, focusing on my surroundings in an attempt at steadying my rampant hormones. As much as I wanted to climb him like a monkey, I needed a moment to collect myself. My body might have been on board with the evening’s development, but I was still here on a job.

I looked around for something to distract me—and found it at the far wall. The entire side of the room was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, offering the most spectacular view of the city I could have ever imagined. Even in the dark, hundreds of thousands of lights from the streets below twinkled like a second set of stars.

“
Wow,” I breathed, making my way to the glass so I could get the full view. It felt like having the entire city at my feet. “That is some view.”

Marcus didn’t answer me, but I heard him move further back in the flat. I was too mesmerized by the view to pay him any mind.

I’d known he was wealthy from the jazz club he hung out in, and when he’d led me to his black Porsche it’d been firmly cemented. But this? This was what the one percent lived like. Views like this didn’t come below a seven-digit pay grade.

“
It feels like everything down there is meaningless—like it’s so far removed, it doesn’t matter. It’s so… peaceful,” I mused, not expecting an answer from my silent companion. Feeling emboldened by the odd sense of calm, I wiggled out of my heels to dig my toes into the plush, luxurious rug that covered the parquet floors underneath a black sofa set. It felt exactly as good as I’d imagined, and I sighed with pleasure and turned to study the rest of the room. I’d been too preoccupied with the amazing view to really pay it much mind.

It was a big, open-plan room consisting of a kitchen by the entrance and a large living room, but it’d been sparsely decorated, the sofa set being the only real furniture in the room, save some bar stools by the kitchen island and a dining table further in.

No decorations adorned the walls either, but when my eyes caught a framed picture by the TV, I did a double take.

A cute baby with dark strands and gray eyes lay sprawled on a lambskin, looking at the camera with a wide smile. The frame was inscribed
August 1, 2015.

“
Is that… your kid?” Imagining Marcus with a child seemed near-impossible, and if the date on the frame was the baby’s birth date, then it was only a little more than a year and a half.

“
No.” It was the first he’d spoken since the club, and the rumble of his voice made me look back at him, heat making its way to my abdomen again.

I raised an eyebrow at him. Who the heck had a picture of a kid who wasn’t theirs as the only decoration in their entire living room? “Whose then?”

“
My brother, Blaine’s.”

Well, that explained the colorings matching Marcus’ so much. I squinted at the picture. “Boy or a girl?”

“
Boy. His name is Aidan.”

Something softened in his voice when he said the baby’s name, and when I looked up at him, for a moment it was reflected in his eyes too.

“
It’s funny, you don’t exactly come across as a family man,” I said.

“
Family’s everything.”

I thought of my mother, the usual stab of sadness making my heart ache just a little. “Yeah.” There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for family—which was why I was in this situation in the first place.

I looked back up at Marcus and my sadness melted away.

The gentleness in his gaze was gone, a dark smolder taking its place.

My body reacted with a delicious shiver, choosing to focus on the obvious lust rather than the danger.

I wanted this—I wanted the raw, untamed parts of him to consume me. I wanted his body against mine, I wanted to taste those luscious lips of his, and to hell with what I’d have to do after.

With a small smile I undid my coat and dropped it on the floor before reaching behind me for my zipper. It came down easily, the sound of it filling the sudden silence in the room.

I felt Marcus’ eyes on me like a molten caress as I let go of my dress, letting it pool to the floor at my feet. I might have felt outclassed when we were in the jazz club together, but not now. He didn’t say a word, but the electricity of his rapt focus sparked in the air around me, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that right now, at this moment, there was nothing in this world he wanted as much as he wanted me.

It made me feel powerful.

I reached up to let down my hair from the pinned updo, letting the ginger locks fall around my shoulders and brush the top of my pushed-up breasts. Even though the black lace bra technically still covered them, they were so indecently on display I was sure he’d be able to make out my nipples pebbling as his silent desire fanned my arousal.

I reached behind me again, this time unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor on top of my coat. My panties followed, and then I stood naked.

Marcus’ shaky exhale made me look back up into his eyes, the beginning of a coy smile on my lips. I was going to suggest he follow my lead, but the look on his face made me pause.

Fear.

He was… scared?

Only then did I notice he’d clutched his hands around the edge of the kitchen island, and that his knuckles were white from the strength he grasped it with.

“
What are you afraid of?” I whispered.

“
I want you,” he said, his voice gruff from obvious restraint. “Too much.”

I cocked my head as I took in his posture and the tight set of his jaw. He looked like a man who was doing everything he could to hold himself back. It made warm excitement trickle down my spine and goosebumps of pleasure rise up along my arms. As far as I was concerned, there was no such thing as being wanted
too much
by him, not right now.

I stepped out of my dress and panties, making sure to sway my hips as I walked toward him until I stood right in front of him. I only came up to his shoulders, and their span easily dwarfed even my curvy body, but this close I could practically
feel
the tension roll off him in waves. That someone as powerful as Marcus Steel was afraid of
me
gave me the confidence I needed to reach up and ghost my palms over his tensed shoulders before I began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time.

The shaky intake of his breath as my hands skimmed over his hard pecs made me have to hide a smile. Yeah, he was in a bad state. It only made me feel bolder.

Once my fingers undid the last button, his shirt hung open and I had to bite my lip to hold back a gasp of my own. His clothes hadn’t been able to hide the shape or size of his powerful body, but the prominence of the stacks of hard, lean muscles underneath was unexpected. Marcus’ pecs narrowed down into a bulging row of abs, and just above his belt I could see the start of the pronounced V of his hips.

Holy cow.

I mindlessly reached out to let my palms stroke across his smooth body, enjoying the shiver my touch pulled from him. His skin was hot underneath my hands, and when I ghosted across his nipples with the tip of a finger they hardened into tight little points.

My own body responded to his with a flood of moisture.
God,
I needed more.

I reached back up to push the shirt off his shoulders and looked up at his face.

It was still a mask of restraint, but his eyes blazed with desire so hot it nearly set me on fire. Yet still, he wasn’t touching me.

Without breaking eye contact I reached back down, brushing down across his abs and the narrow trail of hair below his navel until I got a hold of his belt.

Marcus moved then, one of his large hands wrapping around my wrist. “You don’t have to do this.”

“
I want to.” I leaned in and kissed the center of his chest, not releasing my hold on his belt. He shuddered under my lips but held on to my wrist, his fingers spasming as my breath skimmed across his flesh.

“
Evelyn…” His deep voice sounded anguished, as if holding back was causing him physical pain.

“
Let go,” I murmured, before brushing another kiss across his chest, this time right above his left nipple. “I want this. I want
you.
Let go.”

He breathed out shakily, letting his hand fall to his side.

My fingers resumed their quest, undoing his belt and then finding the button and zipper of his pants, and all the while I kept my eyes locked in his. Only when I hooked my thumbs in his pants and boxer shorts did I let my gaze slide back down, just in time to see his cock spring free.

Oh, holy—!

“
Wow.”
I wasn’t aware I’d said anything out loud before his amused snort reached my ears, but I was too preoccupied with staring to be embarrassed.

Marcus was
big.
And hard.

My own body reacted with another rush of slick heat, my nipples hardening into aching points. No longer caring to take things slow I pressed my body in against his and wrapped my hand around his heavy cock. He hissed as my palm connected with the silky skin, and again when I closed my mouth around one of his nipples and gave it a teasing flick with my tongue.

The heady scent of him hit my nostrils and filled my mouth. I wanted him so bad my body ached.

I wrapped my free hand around his back to caress the hard ropes of muscles there while I kissed and nipped my way down his torso, intent on my goal.

For every time my lips touched his skin or my hand squeezed his pulsing cock he groaned softly, and the sound of it only spurred me on. I enjoyed the salty taste of his skin and the way he began to shake as my questing tongue neared its target. He may have been a rich and powerful alpha male, but right then, I was the one with all the power.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and took a moment to enjoy the view.

His cock was so thick I couldn’t quite close my fingers around it, and long enough I’d be able to fit two hands along the shaft with ease. I briefly wondered if I’d even be able to take him in my mouth, but then decided there was only one way to find out.

When I swiped my tongue at the bloated, purple head, a full body shiver went through Marcus.

“
Don’t,” he gasped.

I ignored him. The taste of his all-male musk ignited a shockwave of desire in my abdomen that spread down my thighs and made ripples of sharp need flood into my already tight clit. Groaning, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and swirled my tongue to taste more of him. I just had time to be pleased with the discovery that yes, I could fit him in my mouth even if it would make my jaw ache within a minute, when a
growl
ripped from Marcus and his hands closed tightly around my arms.

I yelped when he roughly pulled me from my knees, lifting me up and swinging us both around until the kitchen island’s smooth surface connected with my backside.

“
What—?” My questioning gasp broke off midway through the sentence when he grabbed my arse in both hands, pulled me to the edge of the island, and buried his head between my thighs.

I jolted at the unexpected touch of his tongue diving in between my lower lips, and then groaned unintelligibly as shocks of pleasure followed.

He licked me with broad strokes, teasing at my entrance until my readiness flooded his tongue before he switched focus to my aching clit.

“
Ooh,
God,” I moaned, slumping back on my elbows so I could arc my pelvis up against his talented tongue. Each flick of it against my tight bundle of nerves sent me higher and higher, and when he closed his lips around it and sucked, I couldn’t hold back a sharp cry.

“
I’m gonna come,” I moaned in between breathless pants. “Oh,
fuck,
I’m going to—!”

Marcus gripped my thighs tighter so he could pull my pussy even closer, and I screamed. It only made him intensify his efforts tenfold. He suckled my clit so hard it was nearly too much, almost painful, but he held on to my thighs and arse so tight all my bucking and thrashing couldn’t dislodge him.

I grasped wildly for his hair with both hands, but as my fingers wove into the black strands he let up on my poor clit for just a second, and I used my grip to yank him harder against me instead of pushing him away.

His next onslaught sent me flying over the edge, screaming like a woman possessed.

It took several minutes for the aftershocks to release my mind and body enough that I could let go of his hair, endorphins swathing my mind in the most ecstatic bliss I’d ever experienced.

“
Wow,” I mumbled groggily as I collapsed down on the counter, my overheated body relishing the cool marble.

When I found the will to open my eyes again, I saw Marcus standing between my thighs, leaning on the counter with both hands and breathing heavily as if he’d just run ten miles. The wildness in his eyes blazed, no longer restrained.