Emperor of Rage: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance

My heart hammers in my chest frantically, drowning out everything else as my feet pound against the ground.

Shadows stretch long and jagged around me, the skeletal frames of buildings looming like sinister giants in the moonlight. The construction site is a labyrinth of rusted beams and broken glass, and I can barely see through the panic clouding my vision.

But I can hear him behind me.

The masked man with dark violence radiating off him like poison.

I don’t know who he is or why he’s after me. Maybe this is a follow-up to the shooting on Sota’s rooftop. Maybe I was the target, and now they’ve sent him to finish the job.

I can feel him closing in, his presence a shadow that’s seeping into my skin. His heavy footsteps echo behind me, each one a reminder that I’m not far enough ahead of him.

I dart around a pile of debris, my dress catching on a jagged piece of metal. I yank it free, the fabric tearing as I stumble forward. My body is shaking, fear and adrenaline crashing together in waves, but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

I hear him behind me, closer now. He’s relentless, his pace never slowing. My heart lurches as I glance over my shoulder, seeing him emerging from the shadows—tall, broad, terrifying. The mask he wears conceals everything, even his eyes. There’s just a faceless black void holding the promise of violence.

A predator.

I round a corner, my heart climbing into my throat and my breathing labored.

Too late.

He’s there, waiting for me, as if he knows every step I’ll take before I make it.

His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm in a vice-like grip. I scream, but the sound dies in my throat as he hurls me to the ground with brutal force. The impact knocks the air from my lungs. The rough concrete scrapes against my skin as I try to scramble away, but he’s on me in a second.

His gloved hand grips my ankle, dragging me back to him with terrifying ease. My mind races with a thousand disjointed thoughts, each one darker than the last.

Is this where my life ends?

When he lets go of my ankle, I make one last desperate, pathetic attempt to scramble back. But he slams me down again, his knees planting on either side of my writhing torso, boxing me in, towering over me like a shadow of death.

He’s silent. Not a word, not a sound. Just the clean, methodical movements of a man who’s done this before.

I shudder as his hand shoots out and grabs the front of my dress. He grunts, pulling hard and tearing the fabric with a viciousness that leaves me trembling. The dress falls away, the cool night air biting my exposed skin. He yanks again, shredding and ripping the dress from my torso and my arms, leaving me bare from the waist up except for the black lacy bralette I wore underneath.

He rips that away, too, and now, I don’t think he’s here to kill me.

Not yet.

He’s got something else in mind first.

My brain screams at me to fight, to claw and kick, but fear has me paralyzed. His hands maul my breasts, pinching my nipples and twisting and tugging my piercings mercilessly. A strong hand wraps tight around my neck, and I choke out a cry as he reaches back with his other one.

A sob wrenches from my lips as he shoves my dress up to my waist and thrusts his hand into my panties. He rips the flimsy lace away with a sharp tug that snaps at my skin. I try and close my legs, but he slaps my thighs harshly, shoving them apart as he cups my pussy roughly.

The monster looms down right into my face. I can see the glossy black film covering the eyeholes now, his black mask an emotionless, silent void.

Then he reaches up and yanks the mask up over his leering mouth.

“Remember your safe word,” he rasps, his voice low, dangerous…

…and familiar.

“Neon, and this all goes away.”

Everything freezes. The world stops turning.

What. The. Fucking. FUCK.

His words slice through the fog of terror like a blade.

It’s him.

I don’t know how, but it’s him.

Mal.

The realization sends a wave of confusion and relief crashing over my senses. My heart is still hammering in my chest, my body trembling beneath him, but now I know this isn’t a killer. This isn’t some psycho come to end me.

This is Mal.

And yet, knowing it’s him and not a stranger doesn’t exactly make things feel “safe”. The adrenaline is still roaring like a beast inside me. Like my blood knows how real a threat the psychopath looming over me is.

The fear, the chase, the roughness—it’s all part of the game. But this time it’s darker, more dangerous, more…real.

He grabs my wrists, shoving them over my head as he leans down into my neck. I scream when I feel his teeth bite me, breaking the skin. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the raw, savage energy. My fear hasn’t disappeared completely—it’s mutated into something else. Something darker that terrifies me in an entirely different way.

I should stop this. I should say the word and end it.

But I don’t.

Instead, I tilt my head back, gasping as Mal first savages my neck, then dips his lips to my nipples. I cry out, my back arching involuntarily as he bites a tender pink nipple and sucks it into his mouth. He tongues my piercing, twisting it roughly and sending an explosively electric feeling zapping through my core.

His other hand shoves my thighs apart again, and before I can think, he’s ramming two thick fingers into my pussy. I whimper as I feel my traitorous slickness coat his hand. He’s rough and uncaring, thrusting his fingers in and out of me with a lewd, wet, squelching sound as he bites down hard on my other nipple.

His mouth pulls away, his teeth still clamped around the little metal barbell so tight I swear he’s going to tear it out. Then it pops free of his mouth, and I feel him move up. I feel his warm breath on my lips. When I open my eyes his mask is gone, and I lose myself in the fierce, wild, unhinged blue of his eyes. His face hovers inches from mine until suddenly, it slams even closer.

I don’t consider that this is the first time I’ve kissed him until it’s happening. His lips crash against mine with brutal force, the kiss savage and claiming, and I melt beneath the heat of it. His hands roam over my body, rough and unyielding, leaving a trail of bruises in their wake. There’s no tenderness in his touch, only a raw, primal need that mirrors my own.

His teeth graze my lower lip and then he’s pulling back just far enough to let his piercing eyes burn into mine, a dangerous mix of lust and fury swirling in their depths.

He pulls the mask back down over the top half of his face, forcing me to look into the black void of the monster’s eyes, the ferocious leer of his dark smile grinning down on me like a maniac.

“You crave this,” he growls, his voice low. “You like getting chased, and pinned down, and used like a dirty little slut.”

His lips curl into a dark smile, and then he’s on me again, his mouth finding the hollow of my throat, his hands sliding down my body with a roughness that leaves me breathless. His teeth graze my skin, and my breath catches as the line between pleasure and pain blurs.

Mal shoves my legs up, pinning my knees to my bare breasts and spreading them wide apart. I feel him reach between us and hear the jangle of his belt and the tug of his zipper.

I whimper when his hot, thick cock springs free and slaps against my pussy. He does it again, rubbing the swollen head over my clit before pushing it down, feeling it spread my lips as he presses against my opening.

Ready to take me, claim me.

Swallow me whole, until there’s nothing left.

For one brief second, I think about stopping this fucking madness. He gave me a way out.

Neon.

I say that word, and this is over. One little word, and I don’t lose my fucking virginity to a psychopath with a mask, rough concrete and dirt under my back and the jagged lines of the unfinished building above us like ragged bones of a monstrous skeleton clawing at the moon.

“I can’t wait to feel your blood and cum soak my cock, little toy.”

The sheer insanity of it all silences me before I can even think to say my safe word.

So I don’t.

Instead, my hands shove under his t-shirt to claw at his bare skin. The black void of his masked eyes locks on me. His lips curl dangerously.

Then he rams into me.

Hard.

I scream, my body jolting and spasming as my hips jerk against him. It fucking hurts, but he keeps going, pushing deeper before he slowly drags back out until just the swollen head is inside.

Then he sinks in again, deeper this time.

The pain begins to melt. The sting of the initial penetration begins to abate as Mal’s thick, massive cock sinks into me, so fucking deep I swear I can feel him in my throat. He draws back out, rolling his hips and letting the head tease in and out of me until I’m clawing at his skin and desperately mewling for more like a greedy little thing.

“There’s a good little virgin,” he murmurs darkly.

His hips thrust, driving his entire length into me as I cry out in savage pleasure.

“Such a good girl, taking that big dick,” he snarls. “What a greedy, slutty little pussy, getting all stretched out by my fat cock.”

He pounds into me again, harder this time. His hand wraps around my throat, my legs draped over his muscled shoulders as he fucks into me like an animal.

Taking control.

Blurring the lines between sanity and insanity. Between consent and not. Between fear and desire.

And my body craves it all.

The world narrows to just us—two bodies, wrestling for control, for dominance, for something more primal than either of us is willing to admit. The sounds of the city, the cold bite of the concrete beneath us—it all fades away, leaving only the heat of our skin and the electric tension between us as he thrusts into me harder, faster, bending my very reality.

His hands bruise, his lips and teeth bite and suck, and I feel the world slipping away as the darkness envelops me.

In one blinding moment of clarity, I reach up. My fingers claw at his mask, yanking it up his face until his ice-blue eyes stab into me.

I know it is madness, but I need to look into his eyes without a mask between us when this happens. Need to get lost in the steely, cold, brutal spark there. In the monstrousness they barely hide. The darkness they exude.

The chains they keep me in.

Our bodies slam together, the concrete scraping my back and the fingers around my throat squeezing so hard my vision blurs. It’s all of it—the merciless way he’s taking me, the rough words, the violence, the savagery.

It consumes me, a flaming pyre reducing me to ash and bone.

“Yes, try and hold back, slut,” he snarls, kissing me harshly and biting my lip until copper floods my tongue, making me cry out. “Pretend your little virgin pussy isn’t about to come all over my big, fat cock. Pretend you’re not turned on by your blood and sticky wetness coating my dick and dripping from my balls. Tell yourself you’re a good girl. Tell yourself that good girls don’t come on their backs in the dirt with their ripped panties hanging from their knees and my fucking marks all over their necks so that all the world sees how fucking mine you are.”

I moan as his mouth dips to my neck again, biting and sucking at the marks there and sending a head-swimming mix of pain and arousal exploding through my core.

“I don’t give a fuck if you come or not, slut,” he snarls in my ear.

My walls clamp down around him. My core turns into a ball of white-hot heat as my reality shreds.

“You’re just a fucking hole for me,” he rasps. “A pretty little fuck-hole cumslut for me to use. So come, or don’t. Either way, I’m going to empty my fucking balls into this messy little cunt right the fuck now.”

I’m officially fucked in the head. Because all of this is everything I crave.

Mal’s lips crush to mine, sinking his teeth into my bottom one and sending a fresh flood of copper over our tongues. His cock rams deep, and when he bites down again, I lose all control.

My entire body spasms and jerks off the ground, arching against him as I scream into his mouth with an unhinged wildness that takes my breath away. The orgasm explodes through me like a firestorm, destroying every inch of me as I dig my nails into his chest and wrap my legs tight around his hips.

Mal grunts, burying his thick cock deep inside me as I feel him spasm and throb. I moan when I feel the hot flood of his cum spill into me—unprotected, uncovered. Bare.

It sends another orgasm crashing over me, wave after wave, until I’m shaking and fading out of reality.

I whimper pathetically when he pulls away, slipping his cock out of my tender pussy with a mortifying, squelching sound. His body leaves mine. So does his heat.

My eyes clench shut. I’m not ready to let go yet. I’m not ready to go back to the vicious man who looks at me like he hates me. Who does hate me, for the blood in my veins.

My eyes fly open, a moan choking from my swollen, bleeding lips as I feel a warm wetness drag up my tender pussy. I stare down between my lewdly spread legs as Mal grabs my thighs and shoves them wider apart. He dips his head again, his eyes locked on mine as he tongues my pussy with a tenderness that shocks me.

It doesn’t last. The gentleness escalates to a core-clenching insanity as he begins to devour me. He growls into me, his whole mouth pressed to my pussy as his tongue slides deep inside. I moan, trembling as my legs shake and my core tightens. My eyes roll back, my breath hitching as Mal shoves me right back to the edge.

His tongue wraps around my swollen clit, and instantly, I’m shattering all over again.

I cry out hoarsely into the cold night air as my hips rise, my orgasm exploding through me. Mal doesn’t move, licking and sucking at my aching pussy until I’m sure I’m going to pass out.

It’s only then that he raises his head. I’m shaking all over as I force my eyes open, my gaze drifting down my scratched, bruised body until I lock eyes with him.

Holy fucking God.

His eyes gleam with a madness that steals my breath. His lips glisten with a mix of cum and blood. And before I know it, he’s sliding up over me, covering me with his body as his hand wraps around my throat again.

His lips crush to mine, and I taste it.

All of it.

All of us.

It tastes like beautiful insanity.

He pulls back slightly, his breath still ragged, and his eyes meet mine—dark, intense, but with a flicker of something softer hidden deep beneath the surface now.

We stand and survey the carnage. My underwear is gone, my dress destroyed. Still, I salvage what I can, tugging the one intact strap up, trying to cover myself. It’s hopeless: the front is shredded and ripped away, baring my breasts.

Without a word, Mal yanks off his shirt. He pulls it over my head, tugging the massive t-shirt down over me, the hem almost long enough to be a minidress on me.

Wordlessly, he suddenly scoops me into his arms. Bare-chested, he turns and carries me out of the construction site, back to the hallway with the flickering lights.

The finance douchebags are still there, half a block away. One of them whistles and says something like “Where’s your clothes?” to Mal. When he turns and shoots them a cold, icy stare, the whole group flinches and quickly leaves.

He carries me all the way back to my hotel. An extremely confused-looking night manager stares at us as Mal carries me through the lobby and upstairs to the second-floor lounge and visitor center. There’s a little kiosk to one side that sells t-shirts and hoodies with the Montreal skyline on them. There’s not a soul in sight, and Mal calmly swipes two of them before he carries me to the elevator and pushes the button for my floor.

I don’t ask how he knows that.

I don’t ask how he knew I was here at all.

I think the answer might scare me. And besides, I’m not sure I can even speak or think clearly right now.

At the door to my hotel room, Mal finally sets me down. He hands me one of the hoodies as he pulls the other one over his head. Then his hands go to either side of me, against the door, caging me, piercing my eyes with his.

Without warning, his mouth slams to mine. I wince at how tender my lips are, feeling the last of my strength leave my body as my legs sag. But I hear myself whimper for more before he pulls away.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice rough but steady. “My good girl.”

Something vicious and hot throbs deep inside me. I feel myself trembling, my body leaning closer to him, as if I have this need to be nearer to him—this odd, alien desire to be touching him, kissing him, curled up inside him.

I mean, what the fuck is this, some hormonal thing that comes after you have sex for the first time?

I can’t stop myself as I draw closer to him, my hands reaching out to grab small handfuls of his hoodie as I lean up, desperate to kiss him.

“I’ll be good for you.”

Something dark flashes in his eyes. For a second, it feels like it did right before he rammed into me—that same dark flicker of hungry need.

Except this is…different, somehow. It’s not hunger or need I see when his jaw clenches. It’s not “dark desire” that I see in his face when he suddenly steps back, as if burned.

He blinks, his throat bobbing heavily.

And then, without another word, he turns and walks away, disappearing around the corner of the hotel hallway.

Okayyy?

I could wonder what the fuck that last part was. Or I could admit that it’s Mal we’re talking about, so… Who the hell knows.

All I know is, my body aches, and even though my mind is a whirlwind of emotions I don’t fully understand, in this moment I know one thing for certain.

“You’re mine.”

He’s right.

And there’s no going back now.