Monstrous Urges: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance

My eyes flutter open and then closed. Instantly, they fly open again.

“Morning,” Drazen growls, a lazy, sleepy smile on his scruff-covered jaw as he leans over me.

“What are you doing!?” I blurt, sitting up quickly, now totally awake as I plant my hands on his shoulders and try and gently push him back down. “You’re supposed to be resting,” I mutter, shaking the last of sleep from my head.

Drazen winces as he lowers himself back to the sheets, grunting.

“How…” He frowns, blinking as he settles into the bed.

“Milos,” I murmur, my eyes glancing at all the bandages over the many wounds on his body. “He came and got us out after the fighting and brought us home. Your doctor got flown in. You’d been…” I grit my teeth.

“Tortured,” he growls.

I nod, my chest tightening as my mind replays the horror of following my subconscious through a nightmare into a basement to find Drazen hanging bleeding from chains.

“Yeah,” I choke. “You—” my voice breaks. His hand comes up to cup my cheek.

“Not the first time,” he smirks. “And honestly, not the worst.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” I mutter, slapping his hand.

He chuckles. Then his face darkens.

“LSD?”

I nod. “Yeah. Dr. Kruger ran our blood-work⁠—”

He hisses, his face lined and pained. “That fucker drugged you, too?”

“Oh, now he’s upset about me being drugged against my will.”

Drazen’s face doesn’t move. I grin weakly.

“That was…a joke, by the way.”

His eyes darken. “Did they…”

I shake my head. “No. Polina tried to help me, once I started to trip. Then Vadik came back and took her away and locked me in the room.” I shake my head. “Dr. Kruger said it was a mix of high potency LSD and an accelerant to speed up the way the drug is metabolized, making it hit faster and harder.”

He looks away, his nostrils flaring. “I’m going to destroy him. With or without the Iron Table.” His eyes flick back to mine, his face softening a little as he cups my cheek. “How did you get out?” He frowns. “Wait—did you say after the fighting?”

A chill runs through me as I remember the bodies and the blood.

Then I think about the hard truths I learned after Milos was able to disentangle  reality from my nightmarish drug-induced hallucinations.

“Your men who came with us,” I say quietly. “They’re dead.”

Drazen’s jaw clenches.

“So are a lot of Vadik’s men.”

He frowns. “Milos?”

I shake my head. “Vadik had another enemy attack the house that day too. Milos and your men didn’t find any sign of Vadik, but there was a fight of some kind. It might actually be a small miracle that I was locked in one room, and you were in that basement.”

“You got us out, Taylor,” Drazen murmurs quietly. “You got us free.”

I tip my head back and forth. “Sort of. I guess. I had help.”

He frowns. “Polina?”

“No, I mean…” I roll my eyes. “It’s stupid, because it’s just the drugs. But I imagined what I think was a physical manifestation of my subconsciousness?” I laugh as I shake my head. “I mean, there were also neon butterflies and jellyfish and horrifyingly vivid images of my friends dying in front of me, so who the hell knows.”

Drazen’s mouth tightens. “I saw nightmares, too.”

I wince. “Of?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing that I need to remember.”

“After I found you,” I say as I slip my hand into his, “we got out of the house. I think there was still fighting going on, but I got us into the forest after I called Milos.”

We must have been there a while, since Milos was back here, on the island, and we were on the Black Sea. But the drugs went thermonuclear once Drazen and I were hidden away, and I honestly have no idea how many hours I spent huddled against him, holding on for dear life as I tried to push the terrors away.

Drazen exhales, sinking back into the pillows. “How long was I out?”

I take a breath. “Three days.”

His eyes snap to mine.

“What.”

“You were in…bad shape,” I mumble, squeezing his hand. “Some of the wounds they inflicted on you were deep. And we were in the woods for maybe a day, lying in the dirt. There was some infection.”

He looks away. Then he turns back to me. His eyes soften as his hand squeezes mine.

“Why did you help me?”

I shrug. “Job security?”

He grins.

“Also,” I say gently, biting my lip. “I might kind of like you.”

“Funny,” he growls. I gasp when he suddenly rolls on top of me, his hands going to either side of my head as he hovers over me.

“Drazen—”

“I might kind of like you, too.”

“You’re supposed to be resting⁠—”

“Fuck that,” he growls.

“Your wounds⁠—”

“I’ve had worse.”

I shiver as something heated throbs in my core. The muscles of one of his arms bulge and ripple as he shifts his weight onto it, lifting the other hand from the bed to cup my cheek.

“Actually, that wasn’t true.”

I frown. “About having had worse?”

“About kind of liking you.”

I wince. “Oh…”

“More like, I might be in love with you.”

Time stops. Everything in my body tenses and goes still, including the breath in my lungs.

“Forget the ‘might’,” he growls. “I love you, Taylor.”

“I—”

His mouth sears to mine, kissing away the pain and the nightmares. Branding the promise and the words on my lips as I moan into his mouth. My back arches, my chest pressing to his as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with everything I have.

Drazen groans, his hand sliding into my hair as he kisses my mouth hard enough to bruise. His lips and his teeth nibble and suck their way down my jawline, making me gasp sharply as he nips at my skin.

He moves to my neck, my pulse roaring and a fever exploding through my body as he shoves my tank top up over my breasts.

His lips fasten around a hard, pale pink nipple, and I cry out when his teeth sink into the delicate flesh.

“Drazen…”

He bites my other nipple, his hands all over me. His mouth drags down my stomach, licking and sucking and leaving bruises on my skin as he makes his way to my hip.

My pulse skyrockets when his fingers slip into the waist of my sleep shorts and panties. When he goes to peel them down, I suddenly flinch and stop him.

“Wait—“

“No.”

I moan as he bites the soft, tender flesh where my hip delves toward my pussy.

“It’s just…” I make a mortified face. “I’m on my period.”

Slowly, his face lifts to mine, his eyes sliding up my throbbing, tingling body to lock with mine.

“I was born in blood, babygirl.”

His fingers start to pull at my shorts again. I try to stop him, but he easily knocks my hand away. I shiver, my breath coming hard and fast as he peels the boy shorts away from my throbbing pussy.

“I was baptized in blood.”

I bite back a soft moan as he lifts my legs and slips my shorts and my panties down and off my feet. He tosses them away, and my face throbs with heat as he shoves my thighs wide apart and settles between them.

“I just⁠—”

“I’ll gladly take your communion, love.”

His mouth dips between my legs. His tongue eagerly drags through my lips, pushing deep without a single fucking care.

Holy. Shit.

I cry out, moaning as he drags his tongue through my lips and then swirls it around my clit. He teases lower again, pushing the tip into me as I writhe and choke in pleasure.

Then he starts to devour me.

His mouth hums over my throbbing pussy, his tongue shoving deep before his lips wrap around my clit. He swirls his tongue around, easing two of his fingers against my opening. He drives them inside of me, making me clench and groan in ecstasy as my hips rise from the bed. His fingers curl against my g-spot, thrusting and stroking as I cry out, begging for more.

His mouth drops back between my lips, his tongue thrusting into me as his fingers slide out. His hand slips up my stomach to grab and maul my breasts, his fingers twisting and teasing my nipples as he licks my clit.

I look down, flinching for a moment when I see the blood—my blood—streaked up my torso and over my breasts. It’s jarring at first. But as he continues to devour my pussy and run his hands all over me, the oddness goes away.

It’s not jarring anymore. It’s just us: primal, violent, and raw.

His tongue works my clit faster and faster, his lips tightening around the throbbing nub as my back arches and my screams of pleasure fill the room. My fingers tangle in his hair as he shoves my knees back to my chest, spreading my thighs wide as he eats my pussy like he’s starving.

My core tightens and clenches, my head falling back as my vision blurs.

“I—I’m gonna come,” I whimper. “You’re gonna make my pussy come!”

He doesn’t say a word. He just doubles down, driving two fingers deep into my clenching pussy and stroking my g-spot as he hums and sucks on my clit.

It’s like pulling a trigger.

My body arches and jerks off the bed, my entire being going numb with white light and an explosive force. I throw my head back, gasping and moaning in ecstasy as I come hard against Drazen’s mouth and tongue.

He slides up, his big, muscled body covering mine as he wraps my legs around his grooved waist. I whimper as he shoves my arms over my head, pinning them against the headboard.

His huge, fat cock centers against my opening, the swollen, leaking head easily slipping between my lips as his eyes lock with mine. He wraps one bloodied hand around my throat as his face hovers inches from mine.

“Kiss me,” I choke. “Kiss me and then fuck me like a slut.”

“With pleasure.”

His huge cock rams into me, the wind knocking out of my lungs from the sheer size and power of him. His mouth crushes to mine, and I moan when our tongues duel, the taste of copper and my own sweetness coating my lips.

We devour each other’s mouths and lips as his fat cock rams into me over and over. He slides it wetly out, only to fuck back into me with a savageness that ignites my soul. He keeps one hand pinning mine above my head, taking away my control, like I love. The other one tightens around my windpipe, choking me just enough to send fireworks exploding through my head as he fucks me like a wild animal.

I scream into his shoulder when I come a second time. The third time, my throat is ragged and my body screaming for mercy as I explode around him.

But I don’t want to stop.

I can’t stop.

I never want to stop with him.

“Shame you’re on your period, my little slut,” he hisses into my ear as he pounds his gorgeous dick into me over and over, obliterating the last of my reality.

“W—w—why,” I choke, moaning as my bruised thighs shake and quiver around his hips.

Drazen’s teeth sink sharply into the side of my neck.

“Because I’m about to fill this slutty little pussy with every fucking drop of my cum.”

The implication hits me like a million volts.

“Next time, baby girl,” he rasps darkly. “I’m going to breed this messy little cunt.”

Sweet. Fucking. GOD.

With a wrenching cry from my mouth and a snarled roar from his, he buries every inch of his fat, throbbing, veined cock deep in my pussy and explodes. The feel of him pulsing and throbbing inside me, feeling the warmth of his cum flood my insides, sends me careening over the edge. My teeth clamp down on his muscled shoulder as I scream my release and explode into a billion pieces around him.