The Filthy One

Before I can even come down from the intensity of the moment, he spins me around so that my head is at the headboard, my knees practically falling onto the bed from my lack of muscle control. Grabbing onto my wrists, he traps them in one of his hands while the other presses firmly on my thigh as he slams inside my pussy and stills.

“Fuck, River. I’ve waited so fucking long for this moment.” I’m heaving, my breaths are shallow and my heartbeat is a steady staccato as he digs his fingertips into my leg, burying himself to the hilt.

“Why? Why have you waited? You’re pa—” His mouth slams against mine, kissing my words away. Stealing my phrase so it doesn’t echo into the universe.

Then he fucks me like I’m his saving grace or his much-needed release. Thrusting in and out with abandon, he steals my breath and my gasps. He swallows my pleasure as I come apart once again before I feel him freeze, his cum coating my walls as he holds our kiss.

Releasing my mouth, he peppers kisses across my cheek down to my ear as he whispers, “Because it’s not about me. It’s only about what you need.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

RIVER

I’m angry.

At Marco. At myself. At this whole ridiculous situation.

There’s a reason Escorts don’t agree to marriage with their clients, and I’m certain the only reason I said yes is because of all the shit that’s been thrown my way recently. My mind is all over the place, and I’m clearly not making good decisions anymore.

I had my shit together, life was good. The weird phone calls and texts were merely an annoyance I could have done without, but sticks and stones and all that. Speaking of, I can’t remember the last time I received one of those calls. Since beginning my contract with Marco, it all seems to have stopped, and I’m not sure if that’s comforting or concerning.

Admittedly, having my skin sliced off, receiving a dick in a box, being attacked in an alley, and watching one of my best friends die have all been fucking awful and shitty things—fuck, I’m really racking up the traumas this year. It’s no wonder I’m not exactly in the best headspace. I keep pushing it all aside, almost pretending it hasn’t happened to me, it happened to someone else. It happened to River. River isn’t as strong as Rose. Rose has a job to do, a life to make for her family.

I know my big picture, but I find focusing on smaller things each day is how I do this without going insane thinking about all the shit, what happened with Nathaniel… and Kai.

While I’ll do whatever it takes to make my family happy, that doesn’t mean I can’t be angry with life right now. The main thing I’m focusing on today—as I have been the last few days since Christmas Eve—is that I’m pissed at Marco for not using a fucking condom. Yes, I have the shot, the sex was amazing, and I’ve never come so hard in all my life, but, that’s not the fucking point.

Yesterday, I had the contract out, ready to show Marco that he broke his side of the deal because I always include a condom clause… but could I find it? Fuck no. I have been through the contract with a fine-tooth comb, and it isn’t there. The fucker must have done his stupid voodoo and removed it—or his guy did—and there’s no way I can prove it was there because it’s even gone from the hardcopy, with my signature right on the dotted line.

Doesn’t mean I’ll be letting him go bareback again though. Fucking asshole.

With a deep breath, I smooth my hands over my jeans before grabbing the handle of my suitcase and prepare to leave my bedroom—I’ve been relegated back to this room instead of Marco’s after refusing sex without a condom. He’s been refusing me orgasms as retaliation, and after three days of having his mouth and tongue on my pussy, without the big O, all I want to do is punch him in the dick.

“You won’t be needing that suitcase today, Dolcezza.” Marco barges into my room, lucky I wasn’t closer to the door as he came in, or that shit would’ve knocked me out.

“The fuck I will. I’m going to my brother’s for a couple days. It’s in the contract.” Resting my hands on my hips, in what I’m hoping looks like a power pose, I raise my eyes in expectancy. Just waiting for him to refuse me, because in his words, Marco Mancini does not break a contract.

“It is, Dolcezza. The contract states that you will be allowed to see your brother, Everest, and his wife, Petal, for at least two days in between Christmas and New Year for Yule activities.” One corner of his lips lift, a cocksure smirk on his annoyingly beautiful face.

“Right, so I’m going now. We agreed today worked.” I’m not backing down. These next few days are mine, especially considering Marco wants to get married on New Year’s Eve.

“Dolcezza, come. Stop being stubborn.” He holds his hand out for me, and because I’m curious more than anything, I take it with a roll of my eyes.

Leaning down so he’s at my eye level, his smirk turns devilish, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mischief. “I’m going to spank your ass for every eye roll on our wedding night, Dolcezza. Start counting.”

“Fuck off.”

Before I realize what’s happening, Marco has me against the wall, my arms pinned above my head with one of his gigantic hands. His other is unbuttoning my jeans and quickly making its way into my panties.

“What the fuck are you doing, Marco?”

I’m his not-so-unwilling prisoner as he thrusts two thick fingers inside me.

“What did I say about cursing?”

Curling his fingers, he has me in every way right now, pushing in and out roughly, his palm grazing my clit. I feel my nipples pebble against my bra, and through all the material, they still rub against Marco’s hard, shirt-covered chest, causing a building tsunami in my underwear.

Before I can answer him, he thrusts in again, pausing there and bringing his mouth down to my mine, his breath tickling over my skin. “This mouth is too pretty for profanity. I can find much better uses for it.” His tongue darts out and licks the seam of my lips before he nips at me and begins devouring me completely. Kissing me with abandon, tasting every inch of me as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, and just as the building pressure feels like it can’t build any more, he fucking stops.