Pursued: A Dark Mafia Romance by Marlee Wray – Extended Preview

Rachel

“When I punished you yesterday, you weren’t surprised by it. What do you know about me?” he asks.

“Girls hear things.”

“Especially you,” he says. “What have you heard about my kind of rough, Raven?” His long blunt fingers rub a strand of my hair between them.

He studies me, like it’s the first time he’s seeing me, like I’m an exotic endangered species that deserves a closer look.

“Enough to know I wouldn’t be bored.”

“No. I can promise you wouldn’t be bored,” he says, his gaze intent.

He stands and I follow suit.

“So?” I whisper.

“With you, it wouldn’t be the way it’s been with other women,” he says. “That’s casual. You and me together? Not casual.”

My hands drift forward until my palms are pressed against his rock-hard abs. “Tell me how it would be.”

He draws me closer with a hand on the back of my neck. “You don’t want it. What I feel, it’s an obsession. So imagine what you’ve heard I’m like, and then picture that getting more intense. No one smart would sign up for that.”

My heart is beating like a caged bird flapping its wings. Like the caged bird I sense he wants me to be. With anyone else, I’d be rushing toward the door, but I don’t so much as take a step back.

My fingers fumble with the waistband of his boxer-briefs, feeling the hard rod beneath his fly.

Giant paws circle my forearms and pull my hands back.

“Hey,” he says.

I look up at him through my lashes.

“The twisted fantasies I’ve got… should stay in my head,” he says, starting to set me away from him.

I wobble, then plant my feet and shake my head. “Not leaving,” I say. “I want to know you. I’ve always wanted to know you.”

He closes his eyes, like he’s fighting for control. I guess he is. And that just makes me want him more.

I’m the moth. He’s my flame.

Anvil

Does forbidden fruit taste the sweetest? It’s a question that sears my mind.

The raven is on her knees, and I don’t make a move to stop her.

My cock springs free, ragingly hungry. The minute her pretty mouth opens, I push into it.

I slide fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head. My mind reels as this fantasy plays out in real life. Her jaw is stretched wide, her eyes closed, and she sucks my cock like she worships it.

I groan and toss my head back, sucking in slow breaths, savoring the moment.

In almost no time, I’m close. This has been a long time coming, as in years. I grip her hair to hold her in place until I finally pull free of her.

She looks up, eyes bright, lips moist. She’s so beautiful it makes me ache harder.

“Not yet,” I husk. I fist my cock. “Lick me lower.”

Her small hands grip my thighs and she tilts her head. Then her little pink tongue licks my sac. She’s like a kitten and the image of her in a collar again, crawling across the floor, hits my mind like a bomb.

I grab her hair and pull her face back to my cock. She doesn’t hesitate; that warm wet mouth welcomes me back. It’s more than I can handle. I come in thick gushes. She struggles to swallow it all, some spilling past her lips.

When I let go, she sits back and uses the front of her shirt to wipe her face. It’s filthy and adorable.

“You’re good at that. It wasn’t your first time giving someone head.”

“I’m glad it was good for you,” she says, standing up.

“Who else?”

“Are you going to tell me about all the girls you’ve been with?” she challenges.

I don’t know if I even remember all the girls I’ve been with, I think. “I’m not gonna lie to you, so don’t ask questions unless you really want the answers.”

She pauses and then nods. “I’ll think about it.”

“I do want to know,” I say, pulling my underwear up.

“No, Sasha. Why?”

“So I’ll never have to wonder.”

“Wasn’t taking my virginity enough?”

“With you, there’s no such thing as enough. There’s only not enough and more.”

Rachel

I shiver, secretly turned on by his words, by the idea that being near me could matter that much to anyone. I was used to being an afterthought for the people who mattered most to me as a kid. I know I’m not over that. Will maybe never get over it.

Even with Zoe, who I know loves me like a sister, I’m careful never to push for more than she offers. I’m careful to not hold on very tight, in case she decides to leave. I think about the panic I’d felt when she got together with C because I’d seen that he immediately became the most important person in her life. Then I was the most alone that I’d ever been. Growing up I’d had my mom and Zoe. When my mom took off and never came back for me, I pretended not to care, but I was secretly devastated. I knew I’d been a pain over our last year together, but I never expected her to just leave me behind. After that Zoe was the only person I had left. Until she chose C.

“Well?” Sasha asks.

I shrug because no matter how casually he asks the question, I don’t think it’s a casual question. “I’m not telling you.”

He swats my ass and then squeezes it. “No?”

“No.”

He lifts me and takes me to the bed. He lays me across his lap and then he lays down several spanks before raising the T-shirt and exposing my ass.

I reach back, but he pins my arm in the small of my back and spanks me several more times. The heat and sting cause a riot of sensations throughout my whole body. My nipples tighten, my breath grows short, and my pussy dampens.

“Tell me no again,” he says, rubbing my warm ass.

“No.”

The corner of his mouth curves up. The almost playful swats are gone. He peppers my ass with firm blows.

“Oh, my God. Don’t,” I say, but my voice is breathy.

He squeezes me, his hand cooler now than my flesh. He rolls me onto my back and pushes my legs open. He lowers himself, licking between my legs.

“Being spanked is a rough you’ll learn to like,” he says, giving my pussy an open-mouthed kiss that makes me writhe. He crawls up the bed and pushes his thick cock slowly into me. When did he get hard?

God, he feels good. I arch my back.

I bite my lip. I’m sore from earlier, but it still feels amazing. He can strike something in my core that drives me wild. My pussy drips with desire.

An expression of dark pleasure passes over his face. “You like it that deep?”

I realize immediately that other girls must not enjoy the ache that comes from him banging against their cervixes. I do.

“Look how you spread your legs for me,” he says. He kisses me and his dark eyes are lit with lust and excitement. “I didn’t think anything could be better than the way you sucked my cock, but I was wrong.”

I’m tongue-tied for a moment, not used to crude talk that I find sexy and embarrassing at the same time. I close my eyes and concentrate on how good this feels.

He lowers himself onto me, putting an arm under me. His weight is both welcome and suffocating. He ruts harder. He’s so powerful, almost inhuman. My body is a willing sacrifice.

My pussy clamps down around him, clenching and unclenching.

“Fuck, Raven,” he growls, jerking hard and spilling his cum into me in warm jets.