Say My Name – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Jenika Snow

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“Be at ease? Around a man like you?” She exhaled shakily, her shoulders sagging slightly, but the tenseness and awareness still wrapped around her.

She was smart. Liliana knew not to let her guard down when a monster was right on her doorstep.

And that monster was me. But what she didn’t know was I’d never hurt her.

In fact, the strongest part of me wanted to protect her, save her, even if I should have stayed away because I was the biggest danger of all.

Her bruise was healing, but I didn’t mention that. She noticed where my focus was, trained on the side of her face by her eye. She looked away and lifted her hand, her fingertips touching the fading mark.

I wanted to kill those bastards all over again, to smell the coppery scent of their blood fill the warehouse, to feel the warmth of it spray across my arms and neck as I gave them their final death blow.

I was a sick motherfucker, but it was the only way I’d been able to survive, the only chance anyone had in a shithole like this.

The little wince that covered her face when she slid her fingers along the mark had me clenching my jaw.

I wanted to dig up those douchebags. My fingers itched to take a knife and go to work, chipping away—piece by piece—their worthless hides. I’d feed them to my dogs, but my Tibetan Mastiffs deserved quality, not the scum that Derek and Logan were.

Fuck those bastards.

Whatever she saw on my face had her tensing. I knew she would have retreated even more if the counter wasn’t blocking her. I forced myself to relax as much as I could. I didn’t need her any more terrified of me than she already was.

But even if she feared me, it wouldn’t change the outcome of this situation… or her future with me.

And what future was that, exactly? What the fuck do you want with this girl?

I rubbed a hand over my face and leaned forward once more, watching her, pissed at myself because I couldn’t even answer that question.

I didn’t know what my intentions were aside from I needed her like fire needed oxygen. I wanted to be inside of her, to feel every inch of her. I wanted Liliana to look up at me with those enormous eyes, so wide and hesitant as I pushed into her tight pussy, as I felt her squeeze around me and heard her cry of shock.

And she would cry out because she was a virgin… because I was too big for her. Because I was too big for her to take comfortably at first.

Something dark and calm settled in me, and I slowly stood, keeping my gaze on her as I moved forward. She reached behind and gripped the edge of the counter, using it to stabilize her because her little body was shaking.

I was a fucking bastard, but the sooner she realized I had no soft edges to me, the stronger she’d be in this situation. And that’s what I needed her to be. I couldn’t handle her being weak. I didn't want her to break after this was all said and done.

And this was temporary. She was a means to an end. An itch to be scratched. Once my desire for her, this obsessive need to consume her faded, I’d go back to being the soulless, unfeeling fucker that I was.

I was a foot from where she stood. I took a moment to just inhale the scent of adrenaline pouring off of her. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as her fear spiked.

God, she was so fucking hot as her fear consumed her, yet she stared at me right in the eyes and refused to back down.

My cock thickened, and the urge to reach down and stroke myself like a dirty bastard rode me hard. But there would be plenty of time to show her how depraved I was.

“I killed your worthless brother and father,” I said, low, deep, and in an even tone.

For a solid few seconds, she didn’t react, but then slowly she changed, her body absorbing what I’d just said. Although, she didn’t freak out, not at first. Her breathing slowed, her pupils contracted, and her shoulders sagged slightly. She looked… relieved.

I couldn’t stop myself as I reached out and snagged a piece of her long hair, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger. The strand was like silk, and I gave it a little tug, then a little harder until her head canted to the side from the force.

“I strung them up like wild animals I’d just taken down in the woods.” I kept stroking her hair, and she let me, either too shocked or fearful to react. “I tore them open slowly and made sure they suffered.” My focus went to her healing bruise once more. I leaned down and ran the tip of my nose up the column of her throat, scenting her.

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