Corrupted Heart: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance

At first, it’s sheer chaos. Dante is lunging out of his seat to get in Vito’s face. Nico pounds his fist into his palm, demanding a recess so we can all talk this over. Carmy and Hades roar at each other from across the room, which escalates into a shoving match before Dante and Ares yank them apart.

Strangely, eerily, throughout the whole thing, despite his size and strength, Kratos just stands to one side. Leaning against the bookshelves.

Looking right at me, his mouth curled slightly at the corners, sending shivers through me.

We might be out in the light now. And without a mask between us, and standing here in the chaos of our families going at each other’s throats. But all I can see is that same dark, predatory monster from the church, smiling savagely at me with my cum and blood dripping from his lips.

Suddenly, his eyes leave mine. He stops leaning against the bookshelves, and rolls his neck before he opens his mouth and roars.

“ENOUGH!”

Kratos’ thunderous, deep baritone quiets and stills the room instantly and all heads swivel toward him.

He clears his throat. “If it’s all right with you, Don Barone,” he bows toward my father. “Respectfully… I’d like the chance to speak with my fiancée alone.”

Respectfully.

God, he’s good at this—wearing a mask, I mean. Because it’s clear now that the dark one with the neon X’s for eyes isn’t the only mask Kratos wears. There’s this one, too: the one he dons for the rest of the world, when he goes out in public. When he’s talking with his family. When he wants to hide what he is.

But I know the truth. This isn’t the “real” Kratos, schmoozing my father, bowing, asking permission, and being respectful.

The real Kratos is the vicious beast who chases me through the dark, rips my clothes off, and brutalizes me until I’m gasping for more.

My dad takes a deep breath, glancing at my brothers and nodding his head.

“Yes, Mr. Drakos,” he growls, turning to face Kratos. “That would be fine with me. If it’s fine with my daughter, that is.”

All eyes turn to me.

Is it fine with me? I’m genuinely unsure if the idea of being alone with this man right now is terrifying, or thrilling.

Or both.

“S-sure,” I stammer awkwardly.

It’s clear they don’t want to leave, but Vito manages to shepherd my brothers from the room after the Drakos family leaves. Carmy stops right next to Kratos, not even looking at him.

“Watch yourself, Greek,” he growls quietly. “You so much as make her nervous and I’ll rip you in half.”

“I somehow doubt that.”

Carmine’s jaw clenches as he turns toward Kratos. “Do we have a problem⁠—”

“Carmy,” I say quietly. He glances at me, then glares at Kratos.

“Mind your fucking manners, is all,” he mutters to Kratos before striding out the door and slamming it shut behind him.

Then we’re alone.

The seconds tick by. I squirm under Kratos’ gaze, and all I can think about is earlier tonight. All I see when I look at him are my own sins, my own twisted, fucked-up desires.

“Dirty girl,” he growls under his breath.

I tremble as he starts to walk toward me.

“Don’t—

“Don’t what,” he rumbles, prowling closer.

“Don’t touch me,” I whisper, quivering as he comes to a stop, looming over me, smirking darkly down into my face.

“The rest of them aren’t here anymore, babygirl,” he murmurs. “And you didn’t seem to mind me…touching you…earlier.”

My face throbs with heat. I squirm under his piercing eyes.

“That… That was different.”

“Oh, I agree.”

I shiver as he leans down, his lips brushing my ear.

“I had much more room to chase you earlier,” he murmurs. “More room to get your pulse quivering under your skin, to get the sweet scent of your fear and excitement going, and to make your tight little cunt nice and wet for me.”

Jesus.

My thighs, clearly having a mind of their own, clamp together. My pulse sizzles through my veins as I swallow miserably.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask. “Punishment?”

He tilts his head slightly to the side in that way I already know so well, his eyes eviscerating me.

“Maybe.”

I tremble. “I thought you already did that.”

He smiles wickedly. “If you think ‘punishment’ is me making your little pussy cream all over my fingers and my tongue, than we have wildly different opinions on the definition.”

My face throbs with heat.

“So chasing me wasn’t enough?”

His lips curl. “Not so far.”

“And, and…”

“And what, babygirl,” he rumbles lowly.

“And…the other stuff.”

Kratos smirks. “Other stuff? Would you care to elaborate?”

My cheeks simmer. “No.”

“Oh, you mean when I pinned you down, shredded your fucking soaked panties off you, and then fucked you with the hilt of my knife while you inhaled my cock like a greedy little slut.”

Holy fucking hell.

“Or perhaps you mean when you swallowed my cum and then came all over my chin.”

Every inch of my skin pulses with wicked heat.

“For the record, babygirl, I’m not doing this at all. This was Ares’ call.”

“You’re just going along with it?”

“You’re asking if I’m loyal to my family. The answer is ‘yes, unequivocally’.”

I tremble as he reaches up, the knuckle of one of his huge fingers brushing my chin, tilting my face up to his. A quiver ripples through my body as our eyes lock.

“This is happening, Bianca,” he rumbles. His mouth curls in a slightly unsettling but also horribly enticing psychotic way. “You’re mine now.”

A chill ripples up my spine.

“Please—”

“You’ll always have your safe word.”

I go still. The whole room does.

“And you may use it anytime.”

By throat bobs.

“And yet, you never have. I don’t think you will right now, either,” he muses. I gasp quietly as the hand at my chin up twists to cup my jaw. “Because you want this.”

I blanch. “I don’t⁠—”

“Maybe you don’t want me, specifically. But you want what I can offer you.”

My throat tightens when he leans down and brushes his lips over my earlobe.

“Escape,” he growls. “A release from that awful ache inside of you.”

An electric pulse jangles through me as he runs his knuckles down my jugular.

“Cold, brutal mercy.”

His hand drops. My jaw does too, when he boldly cups my pussy through my yoga pants and panties.

Slowly, he starts to rub.

My eyes bulge, my head whipping around to the door that my fucking family is just on the other side of.

“Kratos—”

“Say it, babygirl,” he snarls in my ear. “You know the word. Say it, and this all stops. Me haunting your shadows. My control over you…”

I bite back a whimper as he starts to rub a little harder. The friction of my panties against my throbbing, swollen clit has them soaked instantly, my pussy leaking into the lace. My face flushes deeply as my teeth sink into my lip.

“Say the word, Bianca,” Kratos growls darkly. “It all stops.”

He starts to rub my pussy harder, adding pressure to my eager clit. I know he can feel how embarrassingly soaked I am—how desperately needy I am for this, even now, with everything happening.

I shudder. Kratos chuckles darkly.

“Yes, even that. You say your word right now, and it all stops. Even this marriage deal.”

The wide, thick pad of his finger keeps rolling over my clit, making my legs shake as I bite back a moan.

“But we both know you won’t,” he murmurs into my ear. “You can’t, can you?” His teeth bite my earlobe sharply, making me wince as my pussy clenches and quivers. “You’re just too greedy a little slut to shut the whole thing down…aren’t you.”

My whole body begins to shake. My pulse roars in my ears. My breath chokes off as my eyes roll back.

“Say it, babygirl.”

The filthy, squelching sounds of my messy, wet pussy rubbing against my slick panties is so loud I can feel my face burn. But he’s right.

I’m not going to say it.

I can’t.

I need this darkness.

“Say it.”

Kratos rubs harder and faster, groaning deeply into my ear as my legs begin to give out. The thickness of his finger rolls perfectly over my swollen clit, until suddenly, I can’t hold back any longer.

When I come, he clamps a hand tightly over my mouth. I know it’s to muffle my cries, but the sudden lack of oxygen sends me into orbit. I scream into his hand, my entire body shuddering as I slump against him. Kratos keeps me pinned to his massive body, his finger still rubbing my aching pussy through my pants until I swear I’m about to faint.

It’s only then that he pulls away, a dark, satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Well,” he growls quietly. “I guess that’s your final answer…fiancée.”