Page 51 of The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

“What are you doing here?” I snapped, pushing him away, but I was too frail to move his rock of muscles. He didn’t even flinch.

Phoenix.

My first love.

My first heartbreak.

And my greatest torment.

He opened his mouth to speak, and I fought against the urge to punch him…to kiss him.

“Doing the same thing I have been doing these past months. Sleeping with you, baby.”

How could he act and talk so casually? As if nothing happened…as if everything was still the same.

“It’s late. I’m tired as fuck. Go to sleep, Maddie. We’ll fight tomorrow.”

He tugged me back against his body, but I fought him. Bringing my knee up, I tried to hit him between the legs, but he was faster. Phoenix successfully escaped my attack, but he didn’t let go of me.

“Try another tactic. This is getting old, darling,” he drawled before stealing a kiss from me. It was quick, and he moved back before I could bite him.

He made me so angry. He made everything worse.

Fuck you, Phoenix Ivanshov.

My fists clenched, and I breathed out, feeling my chest expand. It hurt. Each inhale, each exhale…it hurt.

So I did the only thing I could, the only thing I knew how.

I tried to chase away the pain.

“I know why you’re here…” I whispered, moving closer.

Phoenix blinked in confusion, and I successfully took him by surprise. Sliding up his body, I straddled him. He laid back and watched me, studying my every move with his unflinching gaze.

“You’re here for this.” He stayed silent. And his silence only infuriated me more.

I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to lose that cool mask, this casual façade. I wanted him to break.

Moving my hips the way I knew he loved, I teased him. He hissed, and I felt his length thicken under me.

I ground against him, and his eyes grew hooded with desire. My own body was reacting, and he gripped my hips, now controlling my movement. He thrust upward, and I sucked in a harsh breath, feeling myself grow wet.

My core throbbed.

My heart ached.

My soul fought me.

And then I sank into Phoenix.

He was a mistake I kept committing every single time.

Clothes disappeared, naked skin met each other, bodies connected like the stars had aligned, and we angrily touched each other. Lust. Pain. Hate. Desire. Love.

I kissed him, punishing him with each touch of my lips. He took it and forced me to feel the same. His tongue peeked out, and my lips parted. He filled my mouth, hot and smooth, taking me slowly. Then he was dragging desperate moans from me.

I continued to move against Phoenix, humping him. His hard cock slid through my folds, caressing me in the most delicious way, and I gasped.

His hand roved over my body hungrily, and I needily touched him back.

This was toxic. We both knew it. Yet we couldn’t stop.

Phoenix grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged harshly. It pained me, but just enough to make me wetter.

“Go ahead,” he hissed, his breathing just as labored as mine. “Take me. Fuck me. You want it, don’t you? You want my cock deep in your pretty, greedy cunt.”

His grip, his voice, his touch, his words…they were all so menacing. Provoking. Tempting.

And I loved it. Hated it. Loved it. Hated it.

I craved this.

It was wrong.

But Phoenix Ivanshov infected me like a virus.

I glared into his dark eyes, but he held mine without a flinch. Furious, I tilted my hips up and aligned the head of his hardened length with my dripping core. We kept our gaze on each other when I sank down in one swift movement, taking him fully and feeling him stretch me.

He groaned and I gasped.

I didn’t give us a chance to recover before I was moving, sliding up and down, feeling him throb inside of me. I fucked him without any apology.

And because I was a stupid, fucking bitch…

I wanted to see him enraged.

Leaning forward, I moved my lips to his ear and whispered. “I’ve got to admit, though, you are bigger than Artur. Hmm, you won’t hear me complimenting you that often.”

Oh…

That was a mistake.

But I laughed.

Phoenix growled, and he grasped my hips in a bruising hold. “Don’t…”

“Don’t what?” I mocked, moving faster now. He thrust upward, taking me by surprise and stealing my breath.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, a short guttural sound coming from his throat.

I wasn’t done, though.

“Do you ever wonder…when I am fucking you…do you ever wonder if I am thinking about him? Imagining it’s his cock inside of me right now?”

“Maddie,” he snarled.

I blinked, finding myself on my back now as Phoenix loomed over me.

He looked feral.

Before I could take my next breath, he thrust into me so hard that I screamed. But his palm was already over my mouth, muffling my sounds.

He was vicious as he took his turn in fucking me now.