Marcello carries me to the bedroom, where he puts me down on the floor. When I stand, my legs are wobbly, so I hold on to him for support. He slowly peels away the soaked clothes sticking to my body until I’m in my panties, and then he takes those off, taking good care not to hurt me in the process. I’m moved by the gentleness in his touch and the way he looks up at me with awe in his eyes as though he’s touching an actual goddess.
He throws everything into the corner of the room, never stepping one inch away from me. Then he cups my face and plants his forehead against mine.
“I do not know what I would do without you … you are mine, kitten. No matter what happens. No matter our history.”
He grabs my face and smashes his lips onto mine. The feel of his lips numbs my pain, numbs my mind, numbs my heart, making it impossible for me to think, let alone react to everything that happened.
Even though I know I shouldn’t let him, I still kiss him back.
And when he wraps his arms around me and swoops me up, I let him take control.
Because doing so will allow me to forget. To ignore the turmoil raging in my head.
He shoves me against the wall, and my legs instinctively wrap around his as he grinds his hips against me, his bulge growing in his pants.
He moans into my mouth. “Let me fuck the day away, kitten.”
I don’t respond. I don’t know how.
All I know is how to take.
Accept.
Yield.
And I tilt my head when his mouth slides down my neck to plant hungry kisses all over. With one fell swoop he rips away the flimsy bra I was wearing and takes a hand full of my breast, covering my nipple with his mouth until I moan.
“I need you, kitten. I need you more today than ever before,” he groans against my skin.
A squeal escapes my mouth as he takes my nipple between his teeth and tugs.
“And I need your screams,” he adds.
He rips down his pants and, without warning, plunges into my core. My mouth forms an o-shape, and a shriek rolls over my tongue, the sound awakening the beast inside him.
His eyes grow fiery, devil-like, the kind that haunt my dreams and make me beg for mercy.
And I don’t know how to respond, even if this is all kinds of wrong.
I can’t resist.
I am powerless against his onslaught of lust. The way he plants his kisses all over my body as he ploughs into me, the way he makes me scream his name.
“Marcello!”
He bangs me hard against the wall and roars out loud, burying himself inside me. The warm feel of his seed pumping into me is something that will never fail to turn me on.
Within seconds, he’s pulled me away from the wall and thrown me onto the bed, where he crawls on top and parts my legs. He positions himself between my thighs, and before I can say anything, his tongue already swivels from left to right across my clit.
“Oh my—”
I can’t even finish my sentence as I’m far too distracted by the amazing feel of his tongue against my pussy.
No man has ever licked me right after coming inside me. What if he tastes it?
“But there’s still cum—”
“I don’t care,” he growls, clutching my legs so tight I can’t even move. “Now lie still and let me devour this pussy.”
I swallow hard.
But the second his tongue hits my clit again my eyes roll into the back of my head. I moan out loud as I scrunch up the blankets, desperately trying to look for something to hold. When my fingers reach for his hair, he quickly grasps my wrists and pins them to the bed. The look he gives is provocatively dangerous.
“kitten,” he says sternly. “Retract your claws … and enjoy.”
I lick my lips as I fight the urge to slap him, as his mouth on my pussy makes it way too hard. I’m so close, I can almost scream it off the rooftops, but I don’t want any of his guards to hear. So I rub my lips together as hard as I can while he circles my clit with that devilish tongue of his.
But when he shoves a finger inside too, all bets are off.
I come so hard I’m swearing. “Fuck! Marcello!”
“Hmmm …” he groans, lapping me up like he loves the sounds I make.
But the orgasm, as amazing and mind-blowing as it was, doesn’t last long, and it makes me fall from a goddamn high into a new low.
Because I just let the one man I should hate more than anyone else fuck me.
Marcello rolls off me, and I quickly get off the bed to wipe myself down with a tissue while he drinks some water.