Emperor of Havoc: A Dark Forced Marriage Mafia Romance
Emperor of Havoc: Chapter 18

The dark mansion feels alive. Every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet, every breath of wind sighing through the cracked windows, feels amplified. My pulse thrums in my ears, drowning out everything else.

“I’m giving you a ten second head start. Now…”

The demonic mask grins at me, taunting me, setting the tone of the vicious game we’re about to play. His broad frame is illuminated by the faint sliver of moonlight slipping through the gaps in the boarded-up windows.

“Run.”

The single word is distorted and guttural through the oni mask, the sound making my skin prickle to goosebumps as it teases over me.

I don’t need to be told twice.

Instantly I whirl, my feet pounding against the warped wood as I sprint down the hallway, my breath gasping and uneven. The old house groans around me, each sound sinister and clawing.

Somewhere in the gloom behind me, I hear the low, dark sound of his cold laughter echoing after me, nipping at my heels.

I push forward, adrenaline surging through my veins. There’s pure fear, of course—like I’ve plunged through ice into an unmerciful frozen river that’ll sweep me away to my doom—but at the same time, the heady thrill of this is undeniable, a mix of fear and exhilaration that sends shivers down my spine.

“Ready or not, princess…” His voice rumbles from the blackness. “Here I fucking come…”

Behind me, I hear his footsteps, steady and unhurried. He’s not running. He doesn’t need to.

Obviously, Takeshi knows the mansion in a way I don’t. He’s using that both to toy with me and possibly box me in to some dead end. I jog right, bolting through a dusty, half-looted kitchen with debris scattered all over the floor. Then I swerve left, pelting headlong through a dining room, my feet crunching on what feels like dozens of shattered dishes.

I dart into a side room, slamming the door shut behind me and pressing my back against it. My chest heaves as I struggle to calm my breathing, straining to hear any sign of him. The silence is deafening, pressing into my ears and making me question my senses.

And then: the creak of a floorboard, close.

My heart leaps into my throat as a door handle rattles, and I freeze, bracing for the inevitable. But the door doesn’t open. There’s just a low, sinister chuckle, muffled by the mask.

“You can’t hide, princess,” he growls, his voice a dark melody that sends chills down my spine. “I can smell your fear.”

I bite back a gasp, edging away from the door. There’s no lock. My only option is to run.

I bolt toward the opposite door, my legs shaking as I cross into another hallway. The house is a huge maze, each corridor almost identical to the last, and I have no idea where I’m heading. My only goal is to keep moving and stay ahead of him as long as I can.

I can hear his footsteps heavier and faster now. He’s gaining on me. My body screams in protest as I force myself on, my breath coming in desperate gasps. The walls start to close in around me, darkness wrapping me in its suffocating embrace.

I bolt through a doorway into an enormous library, dusty and hung with cobwebs, its shelves of old leather-bound books looming over me as I almost trip over a pile of them. I catch myself and I whirl, my eyes searching the gloom for another doorway.

Then a hand wraps tight around my throat from behind.

Raw fear explodes inside me, hitting with such force that it feels like I’m plunging through ice again. My legs stop working as he grabs me by the throat and hip, spinning me around and slamming me against a bookshelf. Dust shakes loose, blurring my vision as the oni mask leers grotesquely down at me, mocking me as he pushes me against the shelves, his grip unyielding.

“Look what I found…” he rasps monstrously.

Suddenly, he grabs the neck of my t-shirt and rips downward. My eyes bulge as he tears the shirt wide open, down to my stomach. His hand pushes inside, yanking my bra down and mercilessly pawing at my breasts.

I choke back a whimpered moan as his rough fingers pinch a swollen nipple, twisting and pulling until pleasure and pain blur to a red mist.

His hand drops lower, pushing roughly between my thighs to cup my pussy through my yoga pants. I shudder as he grinds his palm against me, rubbing me hard through the tights.

“What a pliant little slut I’ve caught,” the demon snarls.

Reality rips through me as I shove at him, bringing my knee up, but he rams it to the side, making me wince as he pins me harder against the dusty books at my back. He rubs between my legs harder, grinding my slick panties against my swollen clit.

My knee jams up again. This time, even as he dodges it, he wrenches me around. My breath hitches as I go tumbling to the floorboards, catching myself with my palms, pure adrenaline and chaos exploding throughout my system like napalm.

Then his weight slams down on me, pinning me where I fell. I twist and writhe beneath him, my nails clawing at the hardwood floor, trying to escape. But he’s too strong.

Too monstrous.

Too determined.

And suddenly, it hits me like a slap in the face.

He’s going to fuck me.

No gentleness. No tenderness. No “going slow.”

I’m not sure if either of us knows we’re playing a game anymore.

His weight presses down on me like a vice. I try to squirm away, but he grabs my hair and yanks it hard enough to send bolts of lighting through my vision. I throw back an elbow but he easily catches it, keeping it in his painfully tight grip. He wrenches me sideways, flipping me onto my back as his full weight slams down on top of me.

The oni mask with its mocking grin looms over me.

“Is this the best you’ve got?” he taunts, his voice dripping with venom. “I expected more, princess.”

I grit my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Then I dig my heels into the floor and push off, twisting my body with all the strength I can muster. It’s enough to knock him slightly off balance, and I use the opportunity to swing my arm up, my palm connecting with his face and knocking the mask askew.

The sound echoes through the empty mansion, and for a brief moment, I think I’ve stunned him. But then he laughs, and his gloved hand snaps up, catching my wrist in mid-air as I try to strike again.

“Feisty,” he growls. “I like it.”

Before I can react, his other hand lashes out and slaps my cheek. He’s clearly held back on the strength of the slap, but the sting still spreads across my skin for a second, sharp and hot and blinding. What shocks me more is the jolt of fierce need that rushes through me.

Unexpected. Insidious.

I gasp, chest heaving as I glare up at him. His eyes behind the mask are wild, gleaming with untamed, unrelenting savagery. He doesn’t give me a moment to recover. His hand moves to my throat again, holding me down as he leans in closer.

“You wanted this,” he murmurs, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You wanted me to chase you and catch you. And now that I have, you’re fucking mine.”

He yanks a blade from his jeans, glinting faintly in the dim light. I buck and writhe, kicking and hissing as he presses the flat of it against my collarbone, slicing downward with a deliberate, measured motion. The tip catches the fabric of my bra, and with a quick flick of his wrist it snaps free.

His hands follow the blade, rough and insistent, exploring my now-bare skin. I thrash against him, nails digging into his forearm, but it only spurs him on. He cuts the rest of the bra away, then what’s left of my t-shirt, leaving me naked from the waist up. His grip tightens. I can feel his breath against my neck as he leans closer.

“Look at me,” he commands. “Look at me when I take what’s mine.”

I meet his gaze, my breath hitching when I see the madness in his eyes—the raw, unfiltered darkness that consumes him. There’s something else there, too, mirroring the storm raging inside me.

The knife tip drags down the skin of my stomach. He shoves a hand into the waist of my tights, yanking them and my panties away from my body before the blade slashes and cuts, ripping and shredding the last of my clothes away.

My body jolts, my back arching and a silent scream ripping from my throat as his fingers ram into me. Takeshi would never be described as “tender” or “gentle”. But there’s something especially unmerciful and almost uncaring about him right now that burns hot inside me like a forbidden spark.

Black. Unrelenting.

My fingers claw against the floorboards and slap at his face as he fucks his thick fingers into my pussy over and over, his thumb rubbing my clit with an intensity that has my legs shaking.

“Fight me all you fucking want, princess,” he snarls. “Lie to me with the rest of your body. I don’t give a fuck. Your dripping pussy is incapable of speaking anything but the truth.”

He sinks another big finger into me, stretching me out so much it almost hurts, even as it also sends an explosion of pleasure thundering through me.

“That’s it, my little fuck toy,” he hisses darkly. “Stretch for me. We’re going to need to get this pussy ready for my cock before I tear into you. Open you up so that I’ll fit in this tight little hole.”

He rams his fingers into me again and again until everything starts to blur. Then suddenly his fingers slide out, leaving me choking on the need to have them back. To feel that full again.

Takeshi yanks off his jacket and t-shirt, the dim light glinting off the sharp lines of his grooved muscles. I whimper as he grabs my wrists and slams them over my head with one hand, pinning me with his full weight. His other hand reaches down, and my eyes widen when I hear the jangle of his belt and his zipper opening.

Holy fuck.

I whimper as the hot, swollen head of his huge cock pushes against my pussy lips, centering himself right against my opening.

Holy fucking fuck, what am I⁠—

“Last. Fucking. Chance, princess,” Takeshi snarls in a voice that sounds more demon than human.

He lifts the mask away, his chiseled jaw rippling with tension. His eyes, wild and intense, bore into mine as he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Use your fucking safe word,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

He releases one of my hands, giving me an opportunity to push him away.

To end this madness.

To stop this game before he takes my virginity on the dirty floor of an abandoned library, my clothes ripped and my skin bruised.

The word tingles in the fingertips of the hand he’s released—so close I can almost feel it.

Stop this. Walk away.

Keep this part of you.

But instead of signing my safe word, I do something else.

I crack my palm against his cheek, hard enough to snap his head to the side.

Time stops.

Everything around us freezes, as if the dust itself has stopped moving.

Slowly, his head swivels back toward me, his eyes brimming with a swirling blackness that sucks the air from my lungs. His jaw clenches and his lips curl darkly, pulling his mouth into a cold, leering smile.

“So much for last chances.”

His hips rock against me. My eyes widen, my mouth flying open and a choking sound sticking in my throat as he pushes his huge cock into me for the very first time.

Holy fucking FUCK.

It hurts. I mean it fucking hurts. He’s so fucking big that it feels as if he’s cleaving me in two as he drives a third of his length into me in one stroke. My back spasms violently off the floorboards, my thighs shaking around his hips as my head jerks back.

“So fucking tight for me, little princess,” he groans darkly. His mouth dips to my exposed neck, and I shudder when his teeth sink into my skin. But the pierce of pain there, weirdly, erases it from between my legs, if only momentarily, wicking that pain away.

I think Takeshi senses it, because as I gasp from the feel of his teeth on my neck, he rams another few inches into me.

Sweet fucking Jesus.

“Mm, fuck,” he groans, his muscles clenching as he pushes deeper. “Your greedy little cunt is sucking me inside, princess. Fucking fight me and pretend you hate me and this all you like, wife. I don’t think this messy little pussy got the memo. Did. It.”

With that, he slams the rest of the way in.

Every. Single. Thick. Inch.

My body arches violently. It feels like he’s in my throat and reorganizing my fucking organs as he buries himself to the hilt, stretching me like I’ve never even imagined possible.

My body shudders and shakes as he pulls out—not out of mercy or anything like that, just so he can take his fill of me all over again.

My eyes roll back as his cock sinks back in to the hilt. I feel so fucking full, so insanely stretched. At the same time, something warm and intense begins to flood my core.

My muscles begin to unclench. The burning, tearing sensation dissolves to something fiercer, needier.

And I’m wet.

So, so wet.

Takeshi growls, chuckling darkly as he slides out, my slick pussy clinging to him, the friction turning me to jelly.

“Such a messy little pussy,” he rasps into the crook of my neck. His hips pound back into me, filling me to the brim as I choke on my silent moans. He’s still got my wrists pinned above my head, and my fingertips claw at the floor as he bites down on my jugular.

Fucking hell, it’s like I’m losing my virginity to an animal.

A monster.

Uncaring. Unflinching. Unremorseful.

But the fact that I’m quivering like this says volumes more about me than it does about him.

Takeshi is exactly as advertised. A psychopath. A beast. A cold-hearted, darkly savage demon. I knew what his brand of fucking would be when I signed up for this.

But me? No. This isn’t supposed to turn me on more than anything else ever has.

I’m not supposed to want this.

I’m not supposed to enjoy being fucked against the hard, unyielding floor with the smell of blood in the air and a monster claiming every single part of me.

But I do.

I really, really fucking do.

The mix of adrenaline, exquisite pain, and overwhelming pleasure has me clawing at the edges of my sanity as he fucks into me. Takeshi releases my wrists, gripping my throat with one hand as the other grabs my hip possessively. His huge cock rams into me over and over, his pubic bone grinding against my clit as my tight nipples drag against his rock-hard chest.

I slap at his shoulders and his face, tears in my eyes at the sheer madness of this.

“Yesss, princess,” he snarls darkly. “Fight me. Your resistance only makes your pussy even tighter and sweeter around my hot, hard dick.”

Something clicks and shifts inside me, like a last defense crumbling. I can feel it in my core, tightening, fluttering, clenching. My toes curl as my feet kick and my thighs begin to shake.

Oh FUCK…

The whole world goes white and numb as the ball of energy inside me explodes. My body arches sharply off the ground, my eyes wide and my mouth slack, a silent scream exploding from my throat.

Suddenly, the monster thrusting into me is dragging the most explosive orgasm of my life out of me, by force.

“Squeeze my fucking cock, princess,” he hisses. “Let me feel that greedy little cunt milk the cum out of my balls. Yes, just like that, princess. Such a good, eager little cum slut for me.”

The wave hits me over and over, shattering me from the inside out as he groans and drives into me. I can feel his cock swelling even harder and thicker. He jerks and twitches inside me, and I let out a silent whimper when the hot rush of his cum spills into me.

Wave after wave.

Flood after flood.

Till madness upon madness drags me under into oblivion.