Wolf: A Dark Primal Mafia Romance, page 21
Alice lingers for a moment. “Kali, do you want to speak with him?"
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
With one last concerned look, Alice follows Luna and Blake out of the room, leaving me alone with Matias.
The air crackles with tension as he approaches the bed, his gaze roaming over my bandaged form. For once, there's no hunger in his eyes, no predatory gleam. Instead, he looks almost... troubled.
“Kali,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I need to know what happened.”
I suck in a sharp breath, memories of my brief captivity flooding back. The pain, the fear, and the hopelessness all come rushing back in a tidal wave of emotion.
“I don't want to talk about it,” I whisper.
Matias reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing against my cheek. The touch is gentle, almost tender—a stark contrast to the roughness I'm used to from him.
“Please,” he murmurs, his eyes searching mine. “I need to know.”
There's something in his voice, a rawness that catches me off guard. For a moment, I see a crack in his armor.
I take a deep, shuddering breath. “The men, they broke into the apartment while I was studying,” I begin, my voice trembling. “They grabbed me, tied me up, and took me to some abandoned warehouse.”
Matias's jaw tightens, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. But he doesn't interrupt or speak; he waits for me to continue.
“Afterwards, they transported me to that basement. Suarez wanted information about you,” I say, my gaze dropping to the bandages wrapped around my wrists. He kept asking about your weaknesses and vulnerabilities. But I didn't know anything to tell him anyway.”
A muscle ticks in Matias's jaw. Still, he remains silent, letting me speak.
“When I couldn't give him what he wanted, he...” My voice catches in my throat, and I swallow past the lump. “He started torturing me.”
Matias's entire body becomes rigid, his eyes blazing with a rage so intense it scares me—but it's not directed at me.
“He used knives, pliers, anything he could get his hands on,” I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. “The pain was... indescribable. I thought I was going to die.”
Matias's fist connects with the wall in a sudden, explosive movement, the impact so forceful that I jump. He doesn't even flinch from the pain or care that his knuckles are now grazed.
I watch him while he stands there, his chest heaving, his entire body trembling with barely contained fury.
Matias turns to face me with an intensity that steals my breath away. “Did he touch you sexually?"
I shake my head. “No, he just hurt me.”
My heart races when his hands cup my face. His touch is gentle.
“Kali,” he says, his voice raw with emotion. “The past two days have been the worst days of my life. Unable to find you, not knowing where you were or what was happening to you. It was torture.”
I swallow hard, my throat tightening with emotion. I've never seen Matias so open.
“I felt like I was dying every second you were away from me,” he continues. “I can't bear to live without you, Kali. You're everything to me.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I blink them back, overwhelmed by his feelings. I've always known that Matias was possessive, that he saw me as his. But this is something else entirely.
“Suarez, the man responsible for your torture...” Matias's voice turns cold, his eyes hardening with a fury that sends a shiver down my spine. “He’ll feel a thousand times more pain than he put you through. I’ll make sure of it.”
I know that Matias is capable of great violence, that he's a dangerous man. But in this moment, all I feel is safe and protected, knowing that he would go to such lengths for me.
“Matias,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I don't know what to say.”
He leans in, his forehead pressing against mine. “You don't have to say anything,” he murmurs. “Just know I’ll always protect you, little rabbit, no matter what.”
I’ve got no doubt that he means every word. This isn't just idle talk; it's a vow and a declaration of war against anyone who dares to harm what's his.
At that moment, I know with absolute certainty that I belong to Matias, body and soul. He may be a monster, a creature of darkness and violence, but he's my monster, and I want to spend the rest of my life by his side.
42
MATIAS
Suarez has it coming. After what he did to my girl, he deserves every ounce of pain I'm about to deliver. I've got him tied up, hanging from the ceiling like the piece of meat he is.
He’s already endured a few torture sessions at my hand, but this shall be the last.
His eyes are wide, full of fear, as he takes in the array of sharp instruments before me. I smile, baring my teeth like a predator.
“Please, Matias, don't do this. I beg you.”
I say nothing, simply reaching for a knife and testing its sharpness against my thumb. Slowly, I slice into his fingertips one by one. His screams fill the room and echo off the concrete walls. I savor the sound, letting the vibrations wash over me.
The blood begins to flow, dripping onto the floor below. I watch with satisfaction as he tries to twist and turn, futilely attempting to escape his bindings. I own him now. His pain is my pleasure.
Next, I move to his hands, making precise cuts between each knuckle. He thrashes wildly, the tendons snapping like guitar strings. The blood flows faster, coating the knife in a beautiful sheen of red. I lean in close, whispering in his ear. “You touched what's mine. Now, you get to pay the price.”
I pause, taking in the sight of his mutilated hands. Then, I reach for a pair of pliers and grab one of his fingers, applying pressure until I hear the satisfying crack of breaking bone. Suarez's screams pierce the air, but I'm far from finished.
Suarez hangs before me, his body limp, his screams reduced to pained whimpers. I reach for a pair of scissors.
“Please, I beg you, no more,” Suarez pleads, his voice hoarse and strained. I smile, baring my teeth. “You know, I don't like it when men beg. It's so undignified.”
I place the sharp edge of the scissors against the soft flesh of his earlobe and apply a slight pressure. “If I hear you beg one more time, your tongue will join your ear on the floor.” I watch as he bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back his pleas.
With a swift snip, I sever his ear, the blood spattering across the floor. His resolve breaks, and he cries desperately, begging for mercy.
“I gave you a chance, but you just couldn't resist, could you?" I taunt him, reaching for a scalpel. “Now, see how well you can beg without a tongue.”
I force his mouth open and place the scalpel at the base of his tongue. Suarez's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what I'm about to do. He tries to form words, but all that escapes his mouth is a wet gurgle as I slice through the flesh and muscle.
When I'm done, I hold up the bloody tongue and dangle it in front of his face. “Look what you made me do. Such a shame. I did want to keep your ability to speak, but you just had to ruin it, didn't you?"
Suarez's eyes are wild with panic as he tries to speak, but only incoherent sounds escape. I chuckle as I continue my work, cutting his other ear off.
Suarez's eyelids flutter, his panic-stricken gaze locking with mine.
I smile, the sight of his bloodied, mutilated body satisfying my dark blood lust. With a swift movement, I slice open his shirt, exposing his chest. I trace the tip of the knife down his sternum, letting the blade bite into his flesh.
“Would you do anything for me to stop this?” I ask, playing with him.
He nods frantically.
“Anything, eh?" I ask. “What if I want your dick, Suarez? What if I want to cut that off and feed it to the dogs?"
His eyes widen further if possible, and he begins to squirm, his body trying to escape the inevitable. A muffled plea comes from his tongueless mouth, but I don’t understand it.
I let out a mocking laugh. “Still trying to beg without a tongue?"
As I contemplate his fate, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Annoyed at the interruption, I pull it out, my eyes narrowing as I read the message.
Where are you, Matias? I need you so bad.
Opening up the multimedia message, I growl at the sight of my girl in a sexy lingerie set, pouting. Her cuts are healing, but they're still bad, and it just ignites my rage again.
I glance back at Suarez, a cruel smile spreading across my face. “It seems that someone else needs my attention now. So looks like your dick will stay attached to your body.”
Slipping the knife into a minor artery, I twist the blade, watching with amusement as Suarez's eyes bulge with fresh terror. He tries to speak, but all that escapes his lips is a wet gurgle. I let the knife slide free, the warm blood splattering across my hand.
“That should do it,” I murmur, giving him a mock sympathetic look. “You'll bleed out slowly. It might even take a few hours. Just enough time for you to truly appreciate the beauty of death.”
I pat his cheek, my hand coming away sticky with his blood. “It's been fun, Suarez, but now, it's time for you to suffer alone, like an animal waiting for the slaughter.”
As I turn to leave, I hear his desperate pleas echoing through the warehouse. His words are unintelligible without his tongue, which is lying on the floor before him.
Walking away, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. This is what he deserves.
My phone buzzes again, another message from Kali.
Please, come to me. I need you right now.
I can't keep her waiting any longer. With a final glance back at Suarez, I enter the night. The promise of the pleasure I will give my rabbit fills my mind.
Her whimpered pleas will be like music to my ears, contrasting against the screams of terror I just left behind. Only one thing matters now: satisfying my girl.
43
KALI
Ianxiously await Matias’s return. He didn’t reply to my text message, so I wonder if he’s angry with me. I craved him so badly; it’s been the same ever since he rescued me. I’m insatiable.
It’s been thirty minutes since I texted him, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve pushed too far this time. Maybe he’s ignoring me. Maybe—
My thoughts are abruptly cut off as the door bursts open. Matias stands there looking wild, his eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion. But it’s not him I’m staring at. It’s the blood.
Someone else’s blood.
It covers him, splattered across his clothes and skin. The image drives home the sickening realization that I’m fucked up because instead of being scared, seeing him like this only turns me on more.
I take in his fierce expression, how his chest rises and falls with each sharp breath. My body responds, desire pooling between my thighs and spreading through my veins like a flame. I know I should be horrified, but I’m not.
“You called, baby?” His deep and gravelly voice makes me shudder.
I swallow hard, torn between asking him about the blood and giving in to the desire burning between us. “I did,” I whisper.
As he steps closer, my heart thunders in my chest. “Whose blood is that?” I ask.
Matias smirks, his eyes darkening with a dangerous glint. “He won’t be hurting anyone else ever again. Especially not you, my little rabbit.”
A shudder runs through me at his words, and my body betrays me with its response. Suarez’s blood. The fact only turns me on more.
He takes a step closer, and I detect the determination in his eyes. “Now, we’re going to fuck with his blood still on me. It’s our second fuck you to that bastard for what he did to you.”
“Yes,” I breathe, staring into his eyes.
His gaze darkens further, and he closes the distance between us. The heat of his body radiates toward me, and I feel surrounded by him. His hands reach for me, and I shiver as he pulls me close. I can feel the dried blood on his skin, and it only makes my desire burn hotter.
His lips crush against mine, his kiss demanding and fierce. I respond with equal enthusiasm, pulling him closer. I can taste the violence on his lips, the metallic tang of blood.
As I fall back onto the bed, he climbs over me, his eyes burning fiercely. “You’re mine,” he growls. “Only mine.” With a growl, he claims my mouth again, his hands moving urgently over my body. My underwear is torn off my body.
Matias’s mouth claims mine, his kisses rough and untamed. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, tracing the curves of my body, pulling me closer. His touch is electric, sending sparks of desire through my veins.
He pulls away to gaze into my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, rabbit,” he growls. “Mine to take and do whatever I want with.”
I swallow, my body thrumming with anticipation. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yours.”
He smiles then, a predatory smile that makes me moan. “That’s right, rabbit. You’re mine to play with.”
His hand moves between my legs, and I moan into his mouth as he teases my clit, his fingers moving in slow, tantalizing circles. My hips buck against his hand, begging for more.
“Do you like that?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp out. “More, please,”
He chuckles, the sound sending a thrill through me. “As you wish.”
His finger dips into my pussy, making me moan. I whimper, needing more.
“Please,” I beg, my body burning with need.
“Shhh,” he soothes.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, arching toward him.
Matias growls in response and moves over me. The sound of his zip coming down is quickly followed by the head of his thick cock teasing my entrance.
“Tell me, baby,” he says. “Use your words to tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, meeting his gaze. “Hard.”
“As you wish.” In one violent push, he fills me so completely. He feels so good, stretching me, claiming me.
He pulls out almost completely and then thrusts back in, setting a relentless pace that has me seeing stars. The bed rocks with the force of our mating, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.
“You like that, baby?” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips tightly.
“Yes,” I moan, my body moving with his. “Harder, Matias.”
He obliges, pounding into me with enough force to shake the bed. A coil of pleasure tightens with each thrust.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts, his eyes shut in concentration. “So fucking perfect.”
I toss my head back, my breathing ragged as the pleasure builds. “More, Matias,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
He curses, his hands digging into my hips as he continues to thrust into me. “How are you this fucking perfect?” He grunts.
I arch my back, moaning as I feel my orgasm building. “I’m so close,” I breathe.
Matias pulls out of me, and I whimper in protest. “What are—”
“Get on your hands and knees,” he growls.
I obey, shifting onto my hands and keep, making the bed creak. In this position, the cool air teases my exposed skin. I feel vulnerable like this, on display for him, but it only adds to the excitement coursing through me.
I glance over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. His eyes are hooded.
Matias reaches for the lube on the bedside table. My breath hitches as I watch him squeeze a generous amount onto his fingers. Instantly, I know what’s coming and can’t wait.
He moves behind me, and I feel his fingers at my tight hole. I gasp as he pushes one finger inside, my body so sensitive.
“Your ass is like a fucking vise, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my neck.
I bite my lip, my body clenching around his finger. “More,” I beg.
He chuckles, the sound making my stomach flutter. “As you wish.”
He adds another finger, stretching me. It burns, but it’s a delicious burn that has my body aching for more. And then another until all four fingers and moving in a out.
“That’s my good girl,” he encourages. “Let me stretch that ass nice and wide ready to swallow my cock.”
I nod, my eyes screwed shut as I focus on the feeling. His fingers slide out, and the empty sensation makes me whimper.
“Shhh, baby,” he soothes, caressing my back. “It’s time for you to take my dick. Your ass is so fucking hungry for it.”
The cool lubrication against my ass comes first, and then he’s pressing the tip of his cock inside. I hiss the stretch burning.
“Just relax,” he murmurs, his free hand gently stroking my back. “Let me in.”
Slowly, I relax, and more of his cock sinks into my ass until his balls are flush against my dripping wet pussy.
“Please,” I beg, my body aching for him to move.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips. “It was made to fit my cock like a goddamn glove.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck me,” I beg.
He pulls every inch out slowly so I can feel it and then slams back into me hard. “That’s it, baby,” He grunts. “Be a good girl and take it.”
He slides in even deeper than I believed possible, stretching me to my limits. I push back against him, wanting to take him as deep as physically possible.
He grabs the back of my neck hard. “Do you like my cock in your tight little ass?”
“Yes,” I moan, my head falling forward as I give in to the pleasure. “I love it. It feels so good.”
The headboard bangs against the wall, adding to the cacophony of our labored breaths and frantic movements.
My body tenses as the pleasure builds. “Matias, oh God, I’m close,” I warn. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop,” he growls. “Not until I fill that tight ass of yours up with cum.” Every thrust is harder now, more frantic. “Come on my cock, baby. Prove to me just how much you love having your ass fucked.”
