Page 16 of Broken Mafia Bride

He pushes down the thick straps of my dress until it pools down to my waist, my breasts spilling out.

“Fuck, baby,” he bites out as his eyes drink them in. “They’re even better outside of my fantasies.”

“Marco, please.” I’m burning on the inside, ablaze with need.

I watch with half-lidded eyes as he bends his head and takes one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking deep. A cry tears out of my mouth, and I arch my back, offering him more of me.

A voice in my head chants, demandingmore, more, more.

I drag my palms up his shirt, feeling his hard, muscled stomach. “Take this off,” I whisper desperately.

He pulls away to whip the shirt off, muscles rippling. And I do the same with mine. I take in an eyeful of his body, my mouth watering. The clink of metal distracts me. My gaze falls to where he’s hastily undoing his belt, golden rings in his eyes almost glowing.

My mouth runs dry at the sight of his hard cock curving up to his stomach.

“Ariel, baby,” he grits out in a guttural voice.

“Baby.”Another voice echoes in my head. Another voice from another time. Almost like a memory. I blink, startled.

“Are you okay?” Marco asks, reaching for me. I flinch away from his hold, and he stills.

“I’m sorry, I can’t… I—” My heart is beating too fast, and everything feels wrong.

“Did I do something or?—”

I stumble away from his hold, eyes wide. “It’s not you. I just…”

There’s no explanation I can give him, so I turn and flee. I ignore Marco calling for me, slamming my door shut and turning the key in the lock.

I fall into my bed, panting.

What the fuck was that?

Since I woke up without any memory of my past, Sienna has been assuring me that it will all return eventually, and it will come in fragments like flashes. In the entire four months I’ve been here, there hasn’t been any flash. Until now.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to remember the voice and push past the fog in my head. All I get for my efforts is a pounding headache, though.

“Ugh,” I groan, slapping my palms over my eyes. “Damn it.”

I must have fallenasleep at some point, because I wake up at the sound of my door creaking open. I sit up, rubbing my eyes to clear my grogginess. The windows are drawn, and the lights are all turned off, plunging the room into absolute darkness.

“Marco?” I ask uncertainly.

“Shh.” It’s the same voice from earlier. “You don’t want him to hear, do you?”

“Wh-who are you?”

The only response I get is a dark chuckle. I can see the rough outline of him, large and towering, approaching the bed. When I try to rise, his hand flies out, raking into the back of my hair and tightening, keeping me in place.

I gasp at the possessive authority in that move.

“And where do you think you’re going, baby?” the man whispers, his hot breath fanning over my mouth.

My nipples harden, calling attention to the fact that I’m only in panties. I must have left my dress on the couch with Marco earlier. What time is it? Who is this man? How did he get in?

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am,” comes his reply a second before his mouth crashes down on mine in a brutal kiss that sends my senses spinning into a black hole.