THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Hard.

The crack of it echoed across the cliffs and the valley below.

Dominic’s head snapped to the side.

The rain dripped from my fingertips as I stared at him, my chest heaving.

And then because rage burned hotter than shame I spat at his feet.

“You think I’m weak?” I choked out: “You think you can humiliate me and I’ll just take it?”

I turned and ran, boots slipping in the mud, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the storm.

But he didn’t chase me.

Didn’t sprint after me like in some movie.

No.

He walked.

Slow, deliberate strides.

Like a predator that already knew the kill was inevitable.

When his hand finally caught my arm, it wasn’t rough. It was sure.

I opened my mouth to curse him, to scream-

But Dominic yanked me hard against him, crushing my body to his, and his mouth crashed down onto mine.

It wasn’t a kiss.

It was‘ a claim.

A punishment and a prayer all at once.

His hands tangled in my hair, one arm caging my waist, his body pressing me back against the side of the SUV with nowhere to run. His mouth devoured mine–angry, bruising, desperate–teeth scraping, tongues clashing, breathing stolen between frantic gasps.

I hit his chest, weakly at first, then harder, pounding against him even as my mouth opened to him, even as I kissed him back like I hated him, like I needed him to breathe.

The rain blurred the world around us, washing away the blood, the dirt, the sins we couldn’t speak aloud.

And still he kissed me, like he could undo every hurt word, every secret kept, every betrayal waiting in the dark.

Dominic De Luca wasn’t just a man.

He was my damnation.

And right now, he tasted like salvation too.

Our relationship was so fucking toxic. Constant push and pull with no ending. Constant sex with no love. Just hate and

more hate.

I should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve fought him off. Should’ve screamed at him until the whole city heard.

But instead, I kissed him harder, nails digging into his jacket, gasping into his mouth like he was the only air left in a dying world.

Dominic growled deep in his throat, his hands roaming rough down my sides, gripping my hips so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. Bruises I’d trace with my fingers like memories. Like confessions I could never say out loud.

He broke the kiss first, panting against my lips, forehead pressed to mine. Rain ran down his face, dripping off his lashes, his jaw clenched so tight I thought he might break his own teeth.

And then-

His hand clamped around the back of my neck, dragging my head back to force me to look at him. His dark eyes burned into mine, wild, furious.

“If you wanted to be a slut,” Dominic snarled low and vicious, To d have lined up my men and had them fuck you until you cried for mercy.”

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The words hit me like a slap.

I jerked back, rage flaring white–hot through my veins.

“Fuck you, Dominic!” I screamed, shoving at his chest, furious tears burning my eyes.

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Chapter 123

He didn’t budge.

Instead, his hand slid from my neck to my throat, squeezing–not enough to cut off my air, but enough to make me gasp, to remind me how easily he could take control if he wanted.

tration.

“Why make things so hard, mia cara?” he hissed, voice roughened with frustration. “Why fucking make it so hard?”

I glared at him, my breath catching on a broken laugh.

“Your dick or this situation?” I snapped, teeth bared. “Because I can feel it poking me, asshole.”

For a secondjust a second nothing more Dominic’s lips twitched like he wanted to laugh. Like some twisted part of him actually enjoyed how much hell we rained down on each other.

But the humor died fast.

Instead, he spun me around and bent me over the hood of the SUV, his hand yanking my soaked dress up to my hips.

“Dominic-!”

Smack.

His palm came down hard across my ass, the wet slap echoing loud under the storm.

I gasped, hands slapping against the cold metal of the hood for balance.

“You think this is a game?” he growled, spanking me again–harder.

Smack.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my body arching instinctively toward the heat of the blows.

“You think mouthing off makes you strong?” Smack. “Think disrespecting me in front of Mikael makes you powerful?” Smack. “You almost got yourself killed, Aria.” Smack.

I whimpered, the sting blooming into something hotter, something darker between my legs.

“Say something,” Dominic barked, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back so I had to meet his eyes.

I licked the rain from my lips, defiant even through the haze of punishment.

“You’re still an asshole,” I whispered.

His nostrils flared.

“And you’re still the most beautiful, stubborn fucking nightmare I’ve ever had.”

He shoved his knee between my thighs, spreading my legs wider, grinding the hard line of his cock against my ass.

I gasped, my nails scraping across the hood, mind spinning.

Dominic leaned down, his mouth at my ear. His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur.

“You don’t get to run from me, bella. You don’t get to mouth off and expect no consequences.”

He slid a hand between my legs, dragging it slow up my inner thigh, making me squirm, making me ache.

“You like this,” he said, low and sure. “You hate me. But you love the way I break you.”

I hated how right he was.

My body burned for him.

I pushed back against him, grinding shamelessly against his cock, daring him, challenging him even as my heart battered against my ribs.

Dominic grabbed my hips and growled low in his throat, grinding harder, the thick heat of him pressing between my cheeks, teasing, punishing, promising.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he demanded.

I twisted my head just enough to smirk up at him through wet hair.

“Make me.”

His eyes darkened even more.

And then he grabbed my jaw, forced my face up to meet his, and kissed me hard, bruising, claiming until there was no more rain, no more night, no more war waiting for us beyond this storm.

There was only him.

Only us.

Burning.

Surviving each other one kiss at a time. I couldn’t think of anything else apart from his plump lips against mine.

Dominic yanked my hips back against his, his hands rough, bruising, owning. His mouth tore away from mine, a savage

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