The Mafia's Queen: Entangled With A Psycho.

Becca moaned as Leo thrust deeper, his finger circling her clit as the pleasurable pressure gathered in her again. The pain of having his thick, hardness inside her was still there but so was the pleasure.

His thrusts grew harder and deeper, making Becca scream at the top of her lungs. The intensity of the pleasure and pain mixed until the lines between them vanished. Until the world around them blurred and left just them.

Becca and Leo, in each other's embrace with the connection between them. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could be better than the endorphins flowing through them. The happiness they both felt as their moved as one.

The lovestruck looks on their faces as they both reached their peaks.

Becca literally exploded as her third orgasm rippled through her with an inexplicable sensation and Leo groaned her name as he grew even longer and thicker inside her. 

His cock pulsed and jerked with a warm thick gush that filled her as he came.

Exhausted, Becca's eyes widened as horror took over her. Her lips parted as she stared at Leo, realizing that they had just had unprotected sex as he pulled out of her and his warm cum leaked slightly from her opening.

" What's wrong?" Leo asked, noticing the look Becca had on her face and kissed her forehead.

" I'm not on birth control." She breathed and Leo just smiled at her, not a single ounce of worry on his face.

Why would he be? It was what he wanted from the start.

" Don't worry, we will be fine." Was all he said before claiming her lips again and just as always, Becca melted into him.

After they broke the kiss, she stared at him again, not like her eyes ever left him, but this time her gaze travelled down his chest.

Staring at his torso that was covered with tattoos and the marks beneath them. 

Wait what? Marks?

That can't be right.

She squinted her eyes at his naked chest, her gaze tracing it and her hands followed in tow, feeling it as if trying to confirm if she was hallucinating or just overwhelmed by the orgasms he gave her that she was starting to see things.

But as she touched him, narrowing her eyes harder at it, she saw it. The marks. They were hard to see, almost hidden but still there. Still real.

Becca didn't know why she hadn't seen them before, she had seen him shirtless a handful of times already. Perhaps it was because she never looked hard enough. Perhaps it was because she let Leo's sexiness blind her from truly seeing it before. Whatever it was, it made her feel like she was robbed of knowing an important aspect of Leo's life.

An aspect that he never told her because she never asked. It made her look like she didn't care. Like she never cared. 

Becca had to admit that being intimate with Leo made her feel closer to him, same goes for him but she could have tried to know. To see through him just like he did with her.

The more she stared at his chest, the more vivid the marks became. His marks, his past pain, the old wounds. The evidence of his past experience was right in front of her.

Becca's eyes became softer and her breath calmer as after effects of the orgasm Leo gave her wore off, still staring at his chest. Not at the tattoos but at the marks it tried to hide.

Leo watched Becca as she traced his tattoos, already knowing that she had seen it. The marks. Same ones he desperately wanted to keep hidden. The evidence of his weakness in the past. Just the memory alone corroded his soul with hate, anger and fear.

Hate for the monster that brought out the monster in him. The hate that turned his heart multiple shades darker.

Anger, the only emotions he felt when he remembered how weak he was back then. 

The same anger he felt when he recalled that it was the person he looked up to, the person he almost called 'father' that did it to him. 

The fear he once felt in the hands of the fucking monster that almost ruined him. Fear of how Becca would look at him when she found out how much of a monster he truly was.

You are a monster, you were born a monster and you will die a monster. No one would ever love you.

His own mother's words rang in his head as he wrapped his arms tighter around Becca, the only person he truly needed in his life. He too didn't care about anything else, his Becca had given herself willingly to him and he didn't plan on letting her go no matter what.

' Your son is monster. You gave birth to a fucking killer. A monster. A creature from hell. Your were so right, mother but also so wrong at the same time. Someone gives a fuck about me, something you never did.'

To divert Becca's attention from the tattoos, Leo lined his cock with her opening again and thrust in again, ripping a gasp out of Becca.

" Leo.." Becca said his name in a part moan, part gasp as her body rocked along with his movements. It was truly a miracle how she was still conscious right now with the amount of pleasure coursing through her with Leo's every thrust.

" That's right, my love. My name on your lips and cock your beautiful pussy, just like it should be. Just like it was meant to be." Leo groaned as he took them closer to their peaks. " Say it to me, my love. Tell me who you belong to." 

Obsessive to the fault, possessive as fuck but he didn't get two flying fucks about his behavior. All he wanted now was to hear it from Becca, to have her say the name of the man she would stay with for the rest of her life. The man she owns and belongs to.

Becca whispered a moan, her mind too hazy to come up with words.

With a smile on Leo's face, he pinched her nipples. Loving how they always harden for him. " Say it." 

Her moaning gasp seemed to be the only answer she was willing to give.

" Say it, my love. Who do you belong to?" He asked, increasing the speed of his thrusts and she moaned louder in pleasure.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her lip caught under her teeth as debauched heat flooded her in waves.

" You." She breathed, panting as she stared up at him and the walls of her vagina squeezed around his shaft, surprising him at the intensity at which she milk out his release.

Leo came inside her again, filling her up with thick ropes of his cum. Swearing as he claimed her as his. Marked her for life. 

He smiled at her, touching his forehead to hers as they both let out rapid pants. 

With the back of his hand, he felt her cheeks. " I just want to stay inside you forever, my love." Leo said before kissing her softly yet passionately. As passionately as the first time he kissed her. As passionate as his eyes were as he stared down at her.

The little girl he met in the park, the same girl who haunted his mind, dreams with thoughts of her for years. At first he thought it was due to the knock he took to the head, that all the feelings he nurtured was just an unhealthy obsession he had for her but now he knew it wasn't. Even then he knew it wasn't.

He loved her. He always did, no doubt about it. She had always been the one, the only person he ever wanted.

He had never looked at anyone the way he looked at Becca. He never thought it would ever be possible for him to look at a woman the way he looked at his little kitten.

Becca gave him a weak tired smile that didn't just warm his heart but also sent a sense of guilt through him. Leo felt a little bad for overworking her like that, it was her first time and he should have gone easier on her but didn't. How could he when he had the woman of his dreams right next to him, freely giving herself to him. Only him. 

He was a man after all and men must be men at the end of the day.

" Leo..." She muttered weakly, her eyes drooping as she struggled to hold his gaze.

" Shhhh, close your eyes and sleep, my love. You need to recover your strength." He whispered and Becca obeyed, as if under a spell. Already weak and exhausted. 

Who knew sex with Leo would be so amazing yet so tiring.

With a smile curving his lips, Leo watched Becca shut her eyes, drifting off to sleep. He got off her and grabbed the duvet to cover her up but froze at the sight of the bloodstain on the sheets.

And for some twisted reason, the sight widened the smile on his face. Her virgin blood. The prove that she was a virgin before he made love to her. The blood on his sheet, the fact that he was the one who drew that blood sent inexplicable joy coursing through him.

Becca Ramus belonged to him. She said it herself. It didn't matter if she didn't anyway, it didn't matter if the entire world was against it, she would still be his. His woman. His world.

He sat at the edge of the bed watching her sleep. He had been at it for three hours now but he didn't seem to get enough of it, enough of her. 

Becca didn't know what she was doing to him, he himself didn't know what she was doing to him. It looked like Leo was the one who got all up in her space, filled her mind with thoughts of him, fucking carved himself in her heart but she did the exact same thing to him unknowingly.

Fifteen years ago. It sounded like such a long time to wait for someone but it felt like mere hours to Leo now that he finally had Becca with him. It felt like yesterday when the daredevil threw herself down from a tree and fell right on top of him. Almost causing him a concussion in the process but she did more than that, she ripped out his heart and ran off giggling with it in her little hands.

She stole part of his soul and those three weeks he spent meeting up with her in the past were one of the best times of his life. His sad sorry excuse of an existence.

Becca stirred in her sleep, moaning softly as she shifted to a more comfortable spot to lay on and just watching her do that brought another bright smile on his face. It had become part of him now, smiling. He had literally lost count of how many times he had done it that day compared to the twenty eight years of his life.

Three hours later, Becca squinted her eyes open, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. Once her eyes adjusted, she looked at the other side of the bed and her face turn gloomy when she didn't see Leo beside her.

Pain pricked her chest as she laid on the bed alone, feeling his absence even more by the second. She noticed Leo always woke up early than she did and hated that he didn't stay in bed until she woke up as well. It wasn't like she woke up late or anything, he was the one who always got up too early.

No cuddle. 

Becca complaint might be completely baseless but it made sense to her. She just lost her virginity for Christ's sake and since Leo was the man who took it, he should have been here with her.

She moved the duvet cover off her body and tried to get up but hissed at the soreness between her thighs.

" Fuck!" She swore as she tried to move her legs again and groaned at the pain.

The door to the bathroom pushed opened and Leo rushed out of it. Not wet like someone who just had a bath and fully clothed.

" What's wrong?" Leo asked as he strode towards the bed. Becca whipped her head to his direction, and her heart still managed to skip a beat despite the painful soreness she felt between her thighs.

" It's nothing." She lied but Leo didn't believe her. He sat next to her on the bed and stared at her while she dropped her gaze to the sheets. Her eyes widening slightly when she caught a glimpse of the bloodstains on it.

" Are you sore? Do you still hurt?" Leo asked, his voice dripping with love and tenderness, something a brutal killer like him shouldn't possess in the first place.

Biting her lip, Becca nodded slowly and Leo caressed her cheeks.

" I'm sorry. Don't worry, I will make it go away." He said before lifting her in his arms and carried her towards the bathroom.

" How?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling her body deeper in his arms but he didn't answer and just walked into the bathroom, only stopping when he reached the bathtub.

Becca peeked at the bathtub, gasping softly as she saw it filled up with water and rose petals floating on it with scented candles lit around it. A bottle of her favorite wine with two glasses next to it. It was one of the most beautiful romantic setting she had ever seen in her life.

Blinking away the tears she knew would still fall, Becca returned her gaze back to Leo and saw he had a small smile on his face.

Was that why he wasn't in bed with her? Because he was busy preparing this?

Becca's lips parted to speak but nothing came out. She couldn't think of anything to say. How could she? A minute ago she was in bed thinking that Leo left her alone, raining complaints about him in her head but here he was preparing the most beautiful yet thoughtful thing for her.

Gently, he bent with Becca in his arms and placed her in the warm water. She moaned out a sigh, feeling all the muscles in her body relax and smiled as she watched Leo uncorking the bottle of wine. He poured into both glasses and handed her one.

" Thank you." She said as she took the glass from him, clicking glasses with him before taking a sip out of hers.

" I'm sorry it had to hurt." Leo said, lifting his glass to his lips and Becca's smile widened.

" Don't worry, it's the good kind of pain." She giggled, her eyes glimmering like they were made from stars.

" The good kind of pain, huh? That's a first." Leo chuckled, gulping down his wine and moved closer to her. His gaze raked her in the tub and smiled. She was completely naked but didn't bother covering herself like she did before. It was like she had gotten so used to him that she didn't see the need to do so and Leo loved it. He loved seeing her naked, it was something he would give anything to see for the rest of his life and the same thing that would make him kill someone if he caught another person looking at it. At her.

Becca, clothed or not, was his alone to look at. His alone to love, to corrupt, to have. To own.. No one else's.