“Talk to me, Pet.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“I won’t let you come and I won’t touch you.”
“You’re supposed to be washing away the blood.”
“And it’s doing a wonderful job.”
He pulled off her shirt, and next unsnapped her jeans. She watched him kneel before her and couldn’t help but wonder how many women he’d done that for. She couldn’t imagine it was a whole lot.
Marco Guidi was the kind of man who didn’t kneel for anyone.
He tore her panties off, throwing them aside. “From now on, you don’t wear any of them, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I don’t want anything in the way of what is mine.”
She gasped as he put his hand to her pussy. This was really happening. It was finally going to be real. Petal only hoped she could survive it. The pleasure was already more intense than she could have ever hoped.
****
Work would always come first.
Marco was used to working his ass off, no matter the hour. The mafia didn’t care if he’d been awake for forty-eight hours; if they needed him, he was there, no questions asked.
It was the way of his world, what he was used to, and he didn’t have a problem with that most of the time.
Being called away from Petal that first day, he had wanted to kill a whole lot of people, and he had. He’d lost one of his best soldiers. The blood on him was from Luca, the man who’d died in his arms. From the time he was eighteen, Luca had been a good solider and one of the few men he trusted.
Watching him die had been heartbreaking.
The only thing to do after was to come home. There would be a lot more deaths, and a lot more pain before he finally found his own death. He had accepted that.
Men in his line of work, they often had a short life expectancy. There were always a rare few who were lucky, but staring into Petal’s brown eyes, he would never have called himself lucky, until this very moment.
She was naked.
Most of the blood was off him.
One week he’d been thinking about spreading her thighs open and having his way with her. A full seven days of yearning, of wanting, of blue balls that drove him crazy. He’d never had blue balls, but he’d never waited for one woman to satisfy his appetite before.
Everything to do with Petal was all new to him.
No other woman would do. The only pussy he wanted was hers.
“You know you’re all mine. You can’t look at another man or have another man.”
She smiled. “We’ve already been over this.”
“Good.” He grabbed the sponge and soap. “Clean me.”
She took the items from him, and he watched as she lathered up the sponge before putting it on his skin. She worked the lather into his flesh, and the water ran it right off.
He couldn’t look away, mesmerized by her.
From the moment he noticed her, he’d been addicted. She kept on working the lather into the sponge before washing him.
She had avoided his dick.
“Clean me.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his length so she had no doubt as to what he meant. “Use your hand, not that thing.”
She nodded but didn’t say a word.
For all of her bravado, Petal was a little embarrassed. He saw the heat in her cheeks and couldn’t help but smile.
“Never held a cock before, little virgin?”
“You know I haven’t. It’s what being a virgin is all about.”
“A hymen can stay intact, Pet, even when you do other things.”
“These hands haven’t touched anyone else, and this body hasn’t been touched by anyone. I’m a virgin in all things.”
“Do you want to remain a virgin?” he asked, cupping her ass. He gave the rounded globe a squeeze, and she whimpered but didn’t pull away.
“No.”
“You don’t?”
He watched as she licked her lips and shook her head.
“You want to know what it’s like to ride a cock, to be fucked, to be sated?”
“Yes.” The single word was so faint, but he heard it. There was no doubt where it had come from.
She didn’t avert her gaze, and he liked that she was willing to take what she wanted without backing down.
Letting go of her ass, he took the soap and sponge from her. He moved her into position so he could lather her body. She stayed perfectly still, but he saw her nipples and the flush to her body.
The loofah got in the way, and he soaped up his hand, touching her, washing her, getting her ready for him and him alone. He turned her so her back was then to him.
Marco took extra time with her ass. He loved touching her, and he couldn’t get enough of this ass.
When they were both clean, he turned off the shower.
“What about our hair?”
“Another time.”
Opening the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and then held one out for her.