Corrupted Heart: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance

The creaky old doors groan as I open them. Stepping inside, a cold shiver finger-walks up my spine as I step back into this place.

The scene of the crime.

The place where I can let go of reality and submerge myself in the fucked-up and deliciously deviant.

The doors close with a whine behind me, and I tremble.

It feels different this time. The church is even darker, like the lights outside have been turned out.

I don’t mean that metaphorically. It’s literally almost pitch black in here, as if he really did cover the windows. There’s no trace of the faint glow of stained glass like the last two times I’ve been here.

Only a throbbing, magnetic, slightly unsettling black promise. Only darkness, with a single candle flickering in the middle of the floor.

No sign of Kratos.

My skin tingles with nervous energy, the mix of fear and excitement the strongest drug in the world as it courses through my veins.

A needy, achy heat pools slickly between my thighs. And that’s how I know it’s not just that I’ve “agreed” to this.

I want it.

I crave it.

And the truly fucked up part is, I might need it, too.

“Kratos?”

My voice echoes in the stuffy stillness of the old church. But there’s no response. Not a sound.

My lower lip disappears between the safety of my teeth. My core tightens as cold shivers prickle my skin.

“Kratos?”

More silence. Eerily so. It’s the sort of quiet that comes before a storm, when even the birds have fled, sensing the coming fury and wrath.

Yet you’re dumb enough to stay.

Willingly.

And…shamefully…eagerly.

“Hello?” My voice breaks. My anxiety climbs. Just then, I hear the shuffle of something. The crumble of stone, as if underfoot.

I whirl, my eyes scanning the darkness, peering into the unknown, trying to see him. To see anything at all. But there’s nothing.

Only shadows, reaching out and clawing their way into my imagination. Only the dark, dangerous promise of something lurking, waiting for me.

I take a few more timid steps into the utter blackness of the church.

This isn’t me, at least not on the outside. I don’t do “dirty” things like seeking danger and chasing fucked-up kinks in the dark.

I don’t go actively looking to lose my virginity like this: being chased by a monster until he takes it from me.

Roughly. Without mercy.

I’m a good girl. Or at least, I’ve always thought so. But now that I’m here, back for more, and desperate for him to take it all, I start to wonder if maybe that is my mask, and not the opposite.

Maybe the girl who strives to keep the peace when her brothers bicker, and does what she can to make her dad proud, and works her ass off to be the most delicate, elegant dancer ever to float across a stage is the façade. And maybe this fucked up, deranged fantasy is my truth.

The real me.

I flinch, my body clenching tight at the soft crunch of footsteps behind me. I whirl, my breath clawing its way into my throat and my heart thumping against my breastbone.

There’s nothing there.

Only shadows.

Only ghosts.

Only a lurking presence, and the undeniable sensation that I’m being watched.

“Kratos?” I croak. “I⁠—”

The single candle in the middle of the church snuffs out, plunging the church into pure darkness. My pulse slams through my veins, my breathing becoming ragged as I whirl wildly.

More crunching footsteps behind me. My mouth goes dry, and my hands ball into anxious fists as I spin around again.

Still nothing.

Only shadows.

The crunch comes again, back on the other side of me now. I whirl again, feeling like my head is spinning. A low rasping sound whips my attention to yet another random point on the insane imaginary compass I’m standing on, and my chest constricts as I peer vainly into the blackness.

Time stops.

The only sound is my own ragged breathing.

My thighs quiver, and my nipples tighten to hard, anxious points as the tension builds to near madness.

A crunch behind me has me whirling with a choked scream to find…nothing at all.

“Where—”

That’s when he strikes.

Pain explodes through my scalp as my hair is grabbed from behind. A hand clamps over my mouth, and I scream into it as I’m lifted into the air and pulled hard against a firm chest.

I flail and writhe, kicking and squirming helplessly in his powerful grip. I choke on another gasp as I’m flung roughly to the ground. I try to scramble up from the dirty stone floor.

He’s on me in milliseconds.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, my little fuck toy?”

Jesus Christ.

Kratos’ voice is always low, and deep, and growling. But right now, it sounds legit possessed. Like there’s an actual demon here in the darkness, ready to destroy me.

He yanks me up to my knees by a fistful of my hair. He tugs back hard, making me cry out as my gaze is ripped upward.

And suddenly, there it is, flicking on and blinding me in the sudden light.

The mask.

Two X’s for eyes, and a leering, psycho smile, illuminating the tight black of his t-shirt over his bulging chest, illuminating the corded muscles of his arm as it grips my hair…

…and illuminating his cock.

His thick, swollen, massive cock, hanging heavily out of his unbuttoned, unzipped black jeans and pulsing as it bobs right above my face.

I whimper as his hand tightens in my hair, dragging me back until I’m sprawled on my knees at his feet with my back pressed hard against a wall or a pillar of some kind.

The mask tips to one side at a deranged angle, those X’s peering down into my face.

“Open fucking wide,” demon-Kratos rasps in a devil’s voice. “Suck my cock like a good little whore and get it nice and fucking wet with your spit.” The mask slowly tilts to the other side. “You’ll need it wet when I tear into you.”

I choke on a whimper, true fear and explosive need roaring through my system like a drug. He leans down, reaching out to roughly grab my jaw.

“When I shove every fat inch of this cock deep into your virgin pussy.”

He wraps his other hand around the base of his cock, fisting and pumping it slowly, lewdly, right above my face. Precum beads at the tip. His grip tightens in my hair, making me mewl in pain and excitement as he yanks my head back.

He pushes his hips forward. Without hesitating, I open my mouth wide. But even still, when the swollen head slips past my lips, I feel my jaw straining to the limit as he grunts and pushes into my small mouth.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Your lips are so tight, babygirl. Your slutty little mouth is trying so hard to take my big cock.” He chuckles darkly. “Imagine how fucking tight it’s going to feel when it’s your pretty pussy wrapped snug around me. When I split you in half with my cock.”

Fuck me.

The crude, fucked-up dirty talk is exactly what I want to hear. It’s ticking every twisted box and pushing every deranged button in my head.

It’s exactly what I crave.

Utter submission. To be used, on my knees. To be forced.

To be taken, whether I want it or not.

Kratos growls deeply, throwing his head back as he takes his pleasure from my mouth. His hips roll as he fucks my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He thrusts his thick cock over my tongue, the filthy, wet glucking sounds filling the cavernous church. I whimper and moan around him, drooling precum and spit down my chin and onto my shirt.

I raise my hands to put them on his hips to steady myself, but he slaps them away.

“Don’t even think about it, slut.”

He grabs my hands and pins them over my head, holding them there as his cock glides roughly over my tongue.

Without warning, something flashes in the gleam of his mask. I moan around his dick when I realize it’s his knife. In one motion, he brings it down and slides the tip down into the neck of my shirt. His arm jerks, and I whimper in true fear as the razor-sharp edge slices my shirt open. He jerks his arm again, slicing the shirt all the way open before slitting the front clasp of my bra as well, spilling my breasts free.

The knife disappears behind his back. When his hand reappears, he reaches down and roughly pinches and rolls my nipples, eliciting a whining moan of pain and pleasure as I choke on his cock. He’s merciless, twisting and pulling, sending pulses of electricity coursing through me to land at my core.

Suddenly, his hand grabs a fistful of my hair again. I gasp for air as he pulls me away from his cock, a thin strand of drool suspended between my bottom lip and his swollen head. He spins me roughly, pushing me down to my knees with my top half pressed to the ground.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my fucking FUCK.

I can hear him opening his pants the rest of the way and shoving them down. The metallic jangle of his belt. A low groan of pleasure as he strokes himself.

I know what comes next, and the nervous energy and eager anticipation are turning me inside out.

“Did sucking that big dick get your greedy little pussy nice and messy for me?”

I whimper as he slaps my ass, hard.

“You’d better fucking hope so, babygirl,” he hisses darkly.

Kratos grabs the back of my leggings and yanks them down to mid-thigh. Then I’m gasping at the sensation of cold steel on my skin as he half-yanks, half-rips my panties away before completely slicing them off with the blade.

He takes my hair in his fist, keeping my cheek and breasts pinned to the ground. He bends over me from behind, his swollen dick pressed to my slick, swollen lips.

Spreading them. Adding a little pressure.

“…Because I’m not going to be gentle.”

I choke out a low, whining moan as his palm slaps my ass.

“And I won’t go easy. I’m going to fuck you like the greedy little cum slut you are, babygirl.”

I jolt, crying out as he slaps the inside of my thighs.

“Spread your legs.”

This is so fucked up. This is how I’m going to lose my virginity.

On my knees.

On a grimy floor.

Covered in drool and precum.

I cry out as Kratos sinks two fingers into me. I shiver, moaning as he starts to roughly stroke in and out, pressing against my g-spot as his thumb rubs my clit in hard, deliberate circles.

“Moan for me,” he rasps. “Because that’s just my fingers, babygirl. Just imagine how fucking much you’re going to stretch when I fuck my thick cock into this tight little cunt.”

He fingers me harder, the sloppy wet sounds filling my ears as he leans over me. His teeth find the soft skin of my neck, and I scream when he bites down hard. He does it again, biting and nipping my throat before his mouth drags hotly to my ear.

“Beg me,” he growls darkly. “Beg me for my fucking cock.”

His hand tightens around my throat.

“Please!” I whimper.

Kratos chuckles a cold laugh behind me. “Please what.”

“Please fuck me!”

“How.”

“Hard,” I sob, shaking as his fingers stroke my g-spot over and over.

“I didn’t hear you. Fuck you how.”

I choke out a cry of pleasure.

“Fuck me hard like the filthy whore I am!”

“Good girl.”

And then, he thrusts.

Sweet. Fucking. GOD.

Kratos’ huge, thick cock rams into me all at once.

No teasing. No easing it in slowly.

No mercy.

I scream as his massive size invades my body, a burning, pinching pain rippling through my core as he buries himself in me to the hilt.

It fucking hurts.

But fucking hell, it also feels so good in a way I don’t even know how to describe. It’s the violence and sheer size of him; the utter domination and the heaping dose of sadism. It all has me moaning for more as he grinds himself deep.

He’s so fucking big, it feels like he’s rearranging my insides, pushing my organs into new positions. The sheer girth of him stretches me to my absolute limit, and I wince as I bite down on my lip. My fingernails drag over the dirty floor, one of them breaking as I whine in pleasure.

Slowly, the feeling of being filled past my breaking point melts into something else. The burning turns to an achy need. The pinch deep inside dissolves into something primal and desperate.

I need more.

“More…”

The moan tumbles from my lips. Kratos groans deeply behind me.

“What was that, babygirl?” he rasps.

“More,” I choke.

“More what.”

More everything. More of your cock.

More you.

“Fuck me harder…”

I cry out sharply when he suddenly slaps my ass. His massive hands wrap around my waist, his fingers almost touching as he rolls his hips back, sliding his huge dick out of my soaking pussy. When just the head is inside, he buries himself again, ramming in and knocking the wind out of me as my knees scrape the ground.

Holy fucking shit.

He does it again, and again. He starts to fuck me a little harder, then harder still. Then brutally, his hips pounding and slapping against my ass with each demonic thrust.

My choked, sobbing moans fill the blackness as his huge cock dominates me.

Consumes me.

Breaks me in two.

I can feel pressure building inside me, my back arching and my fingers clawing at the dirty ground. My pebbled, hard nipples drag across the stone floor with each thrust. The aching throb grows hotter and more needy with my screaming desperation for release. My toes curl as he slaps my ass, pulling my hair as he roughly fucks me into oblivion.

“Squeeze that dick, babygirl,” he growls. “Let me feel your little pussy choking my fucking cock.”

His hand twists in my hair, roughly pinning my cheek to the ground as he leans over me, fucking me into the floor.

“Is it the pain that turns your slutty little pussy into a fucking mess for me?” he snarls into my ear. “The way my dick stretches you wide and fills you past your breaking point?”

My back arches, a sob of pleasure wrenching from my throat as he fucks into me.

“Or is it the fear. The wondering if I’ve barely cracked the surface with you. If I might cross a line…”

My eyes stare, my breath choking as his blade lightly dances across my throat. I whimper as he bends over me again, his hips fucking into me as his teeth bite my earlobe sharply.

“Do you wonder if maybe you’ll hit your breaking point and scream your safe word…and I’ll fucking ignore it.”

That’s when I shatter, looking down and realizing there is no safety net.

Nothing to catch me.

Just a free-fall into oblivion, or Kratos’ madness.

Either way, when he says that, my core clenches, and I fucking explode.

I scream into the floor as my entire body spasms and jerks. My back ripples and arches, my toes and fingers scraping and clawing at the ground as the orgasm thunders through my core.

He’s everywhere and all around. Over me, on me, in me, consuming me.

Swallowing me fucking whole, and I’m begging for more.

With a low groan, while I’m still quivering and shaking uncontrollably, Kratos roughly flips me onto my back. I whimper as he cuts through my leggings with one flick of his knife, spreading my legs wide. He slaps my inner thighs, making my nerves scream with sweet, desperate agony.

Suddenly, he’s looming over me, the blade at my throat. His mouth crushes roughly to mine just as he sinks his swollen cock into my tender, still pulsing pussy.

The darkness fills with the wet, slick sounds of my pussy wrapped around his massive dick. The slap of flesh on flesh. My cries of pain and pleasure mixing into pure heaven as he fucks me like a demon.

He bites my neck, mauling and bruising my skin as his lips find my ear.

“Now be my good little cock slut and come for me again. I want to feel this little pussy milk the cum right out of my fucking balls.”

I go off like I’ve been struck by lightning. Like I’ve touched the third rail. I scream as my back arches violently off the floor, my body spasming and wrenching as my pussy clamps like a vice around his thick cock.

Then his hand wraps around my throat.

And squeezes.

Oh fuck…

Kratos roars, and when I feel his swollen cock begin to throb and pulse deep in me, my orgasm goes thermonuclear. My vision turns white and my breath leaves my body in a whoosh. My eyes roll back as every muscle in my body clenches at the same time and then detonates. His teeth sink into my neck as his hot cum floods into me, filling me as I shake and cling to him.

I’m still trembling all over as he eases his fat cock out of my swollen, brutalized pussy. I can feel a huge amount of his cum dripping out of me as I collapse onto the ground. His teeth nibble at my neck, his mouth sliding lower as his lips wrap around a nipple.

Then he moves lower.

And lower.

My eyes bulge.

“Kratos…”

His big hands keep my thighs apart as he delves between them. My breath catches as his mouth centers on my throbbing pussy, his tongue tenderly dragging through my lips.

Oh shit…

My back arches again, slower and gently this time as he licks away all the pain and soreness, his tongue exploring and cleaning and lapping until there’s nothing but a throbbing tingle of bliss between my legs.

I whimper when he lifts his head up, blood and cum on his lips as he licks them. He sits up, and suddenly he’s taking me by the hips and pulling me into his lap. I gasp quietly as I sit astride him, my nipples dragging against his muscled chest and his still-hard cock pulsing and leaking cum against my stomach.

His hand tangles in my hair and pulls. My eyes go wide when I realize what he’s doing, and I shiver as his lips press hotly to mine in a deep, slow kiss.

Copper and salt.

Lust and need.

Danger and excitement.

Heaven and hell.

That’s what we taste like together.