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A Devil's Deal With Mafia Tycoon

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked. I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay. And now I'm his.
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Chapter 6

His hands slid into his pockets as he looked at me, his shoulders shifting with the movement and showing a hint of the cut muscles underneath. "Are you inviting me inside, sweetheart?"

My entire body came alive at the prospect, the first rush of excitement I'd felt in months. Once I'd found out about Adrien's infidelity, I'd fallen into a depression so deep, it didn't have a bottom. But I stopped my fall and gripped the ledge, prepared to begin the climb back up. "Yes."

A smile didn't move across his face as I expected. It was the first time he looked at me like an opponent rather than an equal, with an unequivocal expression of warning in his steel-like gaze. "If you let me into your apartment, I'll throw your ass on the bed. I'll choke you. I'll spank you so hard my handprint will still be on your ass in the morning. You've been warned." He continued his stare, pulling off that statement in a way no other man ever could, and it had the intended effect because I was both scared-and fucking turned on.

So turned on, I had bumps on my arms, felt my mouth go dry, and sensed a throb down below. I held up my phone to the screen to scan the code so the door would unlock. I opened it, the hinges screaming from the weight, and then I looked at him. "Let's see if you're a man of your word."

The second the apartment door was shut behind us, he was on me, pinning me against the wall in the hallway, pushing up my top and bra so my tits would come out. He gripped my ass with his big hands and lifted me, my back to the wall, and he sealed his mouth over mine for a kiss that nearly ripped my soul from my body.

He could hold me with a single arm because he seemed like he must lift tractors in the gym. He didn't slide his free hand into my hair but gripped one of my tits, squeezed it hard, and he flicked his thumb over my nipple, kissing me at the same time, a kiss that took the lead as I followed.

I grabbed his shirt and started to pull it over his head, having a hard time getting it off because he was all over me, kissing me so deeply I lost my train of thought, his hand squeezing my tit so hard I almost released a yelp. He was too into me to care about his clothing, so it took another tug to get it over his head and reveal what was underneath.

"Jesus Christ..." He was built. He was ripped. He had the single sexiest physique I'd ever seen-and I'd slept with some hot guys. He was so tight that cords on his body popped everywhere. I could see the definition of every muscle, the details of his body underneath the skin, the muscles hard enough to be armor. He had ink over his skin, black ink that showed death and misery and darkness, but it only enhanced just how hot he was. "You're so fucking hot⁠-"

His mouth silenced my words with another kiss as he pinned me against the wall, his hand squeezing my ass through my jeans. He carried me down the hallway into the bedroom, the foot of the bed visible from the doorway. Just as he promised, he fucking threw me on the mattress.

I landed and rolled onto my stomach, my hair flipping into my face.

He grabbed my ankles and dragged me toward him before he gripped my jeans and started to tug, not even bothering to unbutton them first. He chose brute force over inconvenience and continued to tug, taking my thong with it because my clothing was skintight.

He got my bottoms to the backs of my knees then bit me right on the ass.

I released a gasp mixed with a quiet scream.

He bit my other cheek before he tugged again.

I let out another scream, louder this time because he bit me harder.

He yanked off my shoes then got my jeans and thong off before he spread my cheeks with his hands and kissed my pussy, his nose in my ass, sucking with the same force as when he'd bit me, making my body twitch and writhe from the unexpected pleasure.

"Tell me you're on the pill." He stood up and dropped his pants and boxers.

I looked over my shoulder, my eyes immediately on his forklift of a dick. I stared and stared, seeing the veins run from base to tip, the fat dick that would have to ram its way inside me if it wanted to fill me. "IUD." It was all I could get out at the moment, seeing the sexiest man ever at the foot of my bed, with a dick that could support an Olympic medal around its base.

"Good." His knees hit the bed, and he smacked me with his palm, hit me hard on the right ass cheek.

I let out a gasp from the hit. "Fuck."

He smacked me again, harder this time.

"God..."

He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against my lower back before he smacked the other ass cheek, the hardest strike of the three.

"Fuck."

"Look at those handprints." He kept his grip on my wrists and kissed my cheeks, dragging his tongue over the inflamed skin in apology. His mouth returned to the place where I throbbed most, and he kissed me there, still aggressive but purposeful, like he really wanted to make me wet for his entrance.

I breathed through the pleasure, fighting the grip he had on my wrists every few seconds, my spine arched to accommodate the way he held me. The sting on my cheeks mixed with the bliss between my legs, and the result was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. My senses were on fire, and now the sensation of every touch was magnified tenfold.

He released my wrists and moved over me, the bottom of his chest against my back and his dick right in the crack of my ass. He ground against me, his mouth coming close to my ear. "I'm gonna fuck this pussy-and I'm gonna come inside this pussy." He continued to grind against me, pushing my pelvis into the bed and providing a bit of friction against my clit. He gave me a couple seconds to resist his intentions.

I didn't want to resist them. "Are you clean?"

"Always."

He didn't ask me if I was clean before he put it in, before he pushed his massive head through my entrance and sank deep inside, breathing a sigh of satisfaction when he felt how slick I was, how slick I'd become the first moment I saw him.

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