Gorgeous Monster (Marchetti Mafia, #1)

by Charity Ferrell

I fall in love with the wrong men. Which is why I’m on my knees with my best friend’s father’s cock shoved down my throat.

“Just like we’re improving your taste in the cock you suck, I’m upgrading your taste in lunch as well.” He roughly digs the tip of his finger into my lip. “Consider it a favor.”

“Select something for yourself,” Cristian tells me before we leave. I blink at him. “What?” “Choose something for our home. The queen needs to add her special touch to our castle.”

“There are few times I’ve ever felt weak, like I didn’t have control over something.” A pain forms in the back of my throat, and I attempt to swallow it down. “The first time I felt powerless was when my father was murdered. The second was watching my wife die in my arms.”

“I have flaws, Natalia. A lot of them. I learned a lesson when I chose to put the rules over my wife. I swear to you, I won’t be that husband again.”

Natalia is teaching me there’s more to life than being the head of the Marchetti family.

I am a father, a son, and soon, a husband. And an Oreo fan, goddammit.

I cry out his name when he slides his cock between my folds, feeling how wet I am, and he thrusts into me as he shoots Vinny again. Another thrust, another shot at Vinny. Another thrust, another gunshot. With each stroke, he shoots my ex-boyfriend. Over and over again. Adrenaline pours through me as I fuck him back. This is deranged. Hot as fuck. My monster is screwing me against the wall, next to my dead ex-boyfriend. My monster, who’s become my savior.

“That’s my way of saying I breathe for you.” I cup my hand over his on my thigh. “What does that even mean?” “It means, sweet Natalia, that even though you’ve done nothing but create chaos in my world, within that chaos, you’ve stolen my soul with those delicate yet reckless hands of yours.” He slides his hand out to lace our fingers together before pressing them against his chest, over his heart. “As long as this black heart of mine beats, it is yours.” He releases a low chuckle. “And quite frankly, you might be the only person who can handle me.”

“I can’t promise to be perfect. I’m a man who sins for a living. But I will be a husband who fights to prove I deserve you.”