“I thought we only had the one car.”
“I made sure to have spare cars available at the chalet. It’s good to have extras. You never know when you’ll need them. I followed you and saw you dancing with that man. I waitedto see how long you would do it for but when I saw that fucker putting his hands on you, I had to stop it.” The intensity in his voice sends a tingle through my body.
We reach Marco’s car and he motions for me to get inside. With a sigh, I do, knowing I have no other choice. Marco drives us back to the chalet in silence. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel.
Marco storms inside the house and tentatively, I follow behind.
“You are mine,” he says, whirling around to face me.
“I got that. And yet, you want nothing to do with me. Make that make sense.”
“You are not allowed to dance with other men at clubs.” He keeps stepping closer to me until he backs me into the wall. His hands place on either side of my head. “You are only allowed to dance with me.”
“Fine then. But you’re only allowed to dance with me. Not with any other woman.”
His hands settle on my hips. They feel so different from Andre’s. More firm. Stronger. More in control. I notice the scar on Marco’s hand and I touch it before I can even think about it.
“What happened?”
“I was shot in the hand. By Will Taylor. It’s why I want him dead. He tried to kill me but he didn’t succeed.”
“Clearly not.”
“I’m sure you wish he had succeeded. Then you wouldn’t have to be married to me right now.”
I tilt my chin up. “You’re exactly right. I wish you were dead.”
“And I wish you weren’t such a brat.”
“And I wish you weren’t such a controlling asshole.”
Marco and I glare at each other, both of us breathing heavy. His eyes flick down to my eyes and back up to mine and there’s a breath between us…
Right before his lips find mine.
I gasp when he kisses me deeply. There’s an intense passion there I’ve never felt before. All the kisses I shared with boys back in high school were nothing like this. Electric and powerful and all consuming. I can’t think. I can’t even breathe.
Marco’s hand slips from my waist down to my upper thigh. I don’t push him away. I’m tired of hating my husband. I just want to feel excitement and fun for the first time in my life.
In one smooth motion, he places his hand under my dress and cups me between my legs. I can feel the heat from his hand through my underwear. I gasp when he begins to rub me. Not once do I shove him back. It feels too good to tell him to stop.
Marco kisses me deeper as he rubs me harder. His fingers are calloused and firm. Marco is making a statement: I am his.
My hands find his shirt and I pull him closer. Never have I felt this wild before. This unhinged. No one has ever gotten under my skin the way Marco has.
He pushes my underwear to the side and slips his fingers against my skin. The moment his finger touches my sensitive nub, I know I’m done for. My body is achy and throbbing for a release. I’ve touched myself plenty of times in the past but it’s never been like this. All consuming. Marco’s touch is lighting me on fire and I can’t stop it.
I gasp against his lips when he presses down on my clit. Somehow, it both hurts and feels like the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced in one breath.
“You are mine,” he growls against my lips right before he slips his finger inside of me. My inner walls clamp down. “Tell me. Has any man touched you like this before?”
“No,” I admit. “Never.”
An intensity enters his eyes before he kisses me harder. My legs open wider as he runs his finger in and out of me. It hurts a little but I love it. I never want this to stop. I never want this feeling of excitement to leave me.
Marco moves his finger faster and faster. My hips buck against his hand, desperate for the release I know will come. I need this. I need this. I need this.
He pulls his finger out of me and presses it against my clit as he whispers in my ear, “No other man will ever touch you.”
