Past – July 2014
Fingers trail along my stomach in a circular motion, causing goosebumps to rise up on my skin.
“How is it that we’ve been together for four months, and this is the first time you’ll be staying the night?” Marco grunts.
He’s come a long way in the time we’ve been seeing each other. In the early days, conversing with him was like trying to get blood from a damn rock sometimes, but now he’ll talk openly with me, even going as far to be the one to initiate conversation. His gruff exterior doesn’t bother me in the slightest, because I know how much he cares for me underneath it all.
“Because this is the first time in four months that my father’s gone on a business trip, so he won’t know if I’m home tonight.”
We see each other as much as we can, but between him being in college and working for his dad, and me having to be the perfect little mob princess, it can be hard to find the time.
He lets out a sigh, clearly not happy with the way we have to do things.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, swallowing down the knot in my throat.
Marco grabs my chin and turns me to face him, propping himself up on his elbow as we lounge in his bed.
“Why are you sorry?” he asks with a frown.
I sigh. “I’m sorry that we have to sneak around. I’m sorry that we don’t have more time for each other. I’m just sorry that this is how it has to be between us,” I admit.
He’s already shaking his head before I’ve even finished speaking. “It’s not your fault, baby. We can’t help who our families are. I’m sorry I don’t have more time for you. I’m sorry I can’t take you out on real dates and spend time with you in public. I’m sorry you can’t go to college like you wanted because your father won’t allow it. We can’t do anything differently right now, baby, so there’s no point dwelling on things we can’t change.”
I nod my head in agreement. He’s right that we can’t change anything. Do I wish I could have gone to college to study psychology like I wanted? Of course. But dear old Dad wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t fathom why I would want to work for a living when I could just marry a rich man of his choosing.
I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m living in the 1800s.
“Where does Finn think you are tonight?” he asks and I do my best not to tense beside him. The truth is, my brother knows exactly where I am. After about a month or so of me seeing Marco, Finn confronted me about it. I don’t know how he knew, but he did. He warned me that it wasn’t a good idea, but he told me that it was my decision to make. He’s even covered for me here and there when I’ve needed him to. I’d tell Marco the truth, but I swore to my brother that I wouldn’t. He didn’t want Marco to know that he knew in case shit hits the fan and Marco uses it against him.
I told him Marco would never do that, but he still made me promise.
And I can’t break a promise to my brother.
It’s the only real lie I’ve ever told Marco.
“He’s busy with Kian, so he thinks I’m at home,” I murmur, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue.
“Good,” he mutters. “That means I have you all to myself for the night.” He smirks at me before rolling me onto my back and hovering over me. “Now, how can we spend the one night we get together for however long? What do you wanna do, baby?” he asks and lowers his lips to my neck. He nibbles on my skin like it’s his favorite snack before pulling away and looking down at me, his eyes dark.
“What do you think, little warrior? Want me to fuck you like the desperate little cock slut you are?” My insides light up at his words. He has no right to affect me the way he does, and if anyone else tried calling me some of the things he does, they’d be bent over crying after a swift kick to the balls. But for some reason with Marco, rather than pissing me off, all they do is turn me on.
“Or do you want me to fuck your throat until your gagging on my dick with a mouthful of my cum?” He trails his lips from my neck, across my cheek and to my mouth, kissing me languidly before flipping us both over once more so I’m straddling him.
“I know exactly what I want,” he says, grinding himself against me before giving my ass a slight tap. “I want you to climb on up here and ride my face until I’m drowning in your release.”
I stare at him with wide eyes. “W-what?” I ask. Marco has gone down on me plenty of times, but I’ve never sat on his face for him to do it. I’ve never done that with anyone.
“You heard me,” he says, his voice gruff and demanding. “Get yourself up here and sit on my face. I want to taste my pussy.”
Reluctantly, I rise up on my knees and crawl forward until I’m hovering above him, looking down from under my lashes.
“I said sit, not fucking hover. Now hold on to the headboard and ride my face while I suffocate beneath you,” he grunts, and my body trembles in anticipation.
This man.
He has no freaking idea how much he affects me.
I tentatively lower myself down until half of my weight is resting on him. Apparently, that isn’t good enough because he grabs my hips and forces me down until my weight blankets his face and he digs in. He groans as he buries his face in my arousal before licking, sucking, and nipping at my clit just the way I like it. Marco’s perfected the art of making me come. Before him, the guys I was with would go down on me with half-assed efforts and it would take me forever to get there. Not with Marco. No, he studied my reactions to every little thing he did until he knew exactly what I liked.
It isn’t long before I’m a trembling mess above him, clutching onto the headboard for dear life while he grips my hips in an effort to keep me in place while I find my release. My gasps and moans fill the otherwise silent room until I somehow find the energy to shift away from him and flop down beside him, fighting to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” Marco groans as he stares at me. “That was so fucking hot.”
From anyone else, I’d have thought they were just saying that, but I know Marco never says things he doesn’t mean. Besides, his dick resting on his stomach in a pool of pre-cum is evidence enough. I lick my lips as I stare down at his hard length before shuffling myself so I’m between his legs.
Marco stares down at me with lust filled eyes as I take his cock in my hand and swipe my thumb across his head. One thing about Marco Romano? He has a beautiful dick. It’s long and thick, yet not so big that it hurts. I lean down and take him to the back of my throat without preamble. Marco may have learned how I like things, but so have I, and I know he doesn’t like taking things slow. He doesn’t like a tease. He likes me to be a good little cock slut and choke on his dick rather than take my time torturing him.
His groans only spur me on as I bob up and down, continuing to take him deep in my throat and swallowing when I feel the urge to gag. Tears stream down my face as I continue to take him deeper and faster. His cock swells as though he’s about to come, but he grabs my arms and pulls me away from him as he pants. His eyes are half lidded as he stares at me, before manhandling me until I’m on my hands and knees with him behind me.
“That was fucking amazing, baby,” he rasps in my ear as he leans over me and guides his cock to my entrance. “But I’ll be damned if I come anywhere other than your pussy tonight.” He grunts as he enters me in one quick thrust, making me cry out.
“God, you feel fucking amazing,” he mutters before I see his arm move in my periphery and feel a sharp burst of pain on my ass.
The asshole just spanked me.
I gasp as he does it again. This time the pain quickly changes to pleasure and I let out a long sounding moan. His dark chuckle makes me clench around him before he continues.
“Such a pretty little cock slut,” he coos. “Your cunt is sucking me in every time my hand lands on your ass. You look so good with my marks on you, baby,” he grunts.
“Who do you belong to, little warrior?” he asks. His hands grab my hips as he continues to pummel into me, his soft grunts filling the air as I bury my face into the bed.
“Who?” he demands and quickens his pace.
“Y-you,” I stutter, my voice barely audible.
His hand finds my hair and he wraps it around his fist before pulling me up and arching my back. His other arm wraps around my waist to keep me in place as he continues to fuck me with sharp thrusts.
“And what are you, baby?”
I whimper as his hand crawls down my stomach and finds my clit.
“I’m yours.”
His mouth finds the shell of my ear and he whispers, “My what?” before his teeth clamp around my ear lobe.
The sensations are too much. Between his punishing rhythm, his thumb circling my clit, and his teeth on my ear, I’m teetering on the edge.
“I’m your little whore,” I choke out before finally falling over the edge. My vision goes white as I let out a hoarse shout, my body trembling through my orgasm before turning lax. Marco keeps me in place, his movements slowing as he finds his release before he gently lays me down. I roll onto my side and watch as he saunters into the bathroom, only to come back in a moment later with a wet cloth and wipes me clean.
“I’m capable of doing it myself, you know,” I mutter.
“I’ll always take care of you, baby,” he whispers, bringing a smile to my face.
Marco climbs in beside me, and I waste no time at all scooting closer and resting my head on his chest. His leg hooks around mine, pulling me even tighter into his embrace before placing a kiss to the top of my head.
“I wish it could always be like this,” I sigh, burying my head in his chest.
“So do I, little warrior,” he whispers and squeezes my hip. “I hope one day it will be, but while your father is the head of his organization…” He trails off and I know what he means.
Marco has told me that his father would probably come to accept me with time. But we both know mine never would, he’d definitely use it as an excuse to start a war. Marco’s dad would then have no choice but to retaliate. There’s too much risk. There would be a chance that the people we love could get hurt and even killed, and we can’t let someone we care about die just because we want to live our lives out in the open.
“One day,” I mumble against his skin.
“One day, little warrior,” he agrees.
