“Yes. It does. Clearly it does. You killed a man because I flirted with him. That’s deranged.”
“You wanted me dead.”
“I know. That was because I didn’t want to marry you. I’m not pretending to be a good person. I did want you dead but then I didn’t. However, now I’m starting to regret vouching for you with my brother. You killed that man, Marco. I just wanted your attention. I thought we would leave and you would touch me again like you did last night. I never thought you would kill him!”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “That’s what you wanted? For me to touch you again?”
“Yes. I liked it.” No point in denying anything now. “No. I loved it. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want you to keep pushing me away. I know you don’t trust me and you have no reason to trust me. I can’t blame you for that. But I am sorry, ok? I never should have asked my brother to kill you. I didn’t want him too. Not after you saved my life. But you shouldn’t have killed that man just because I flirted with him. That’s not normal.”
“Nothing we do is normal. We’re the mafia, Ciara. Our world is always fucked up.”
“You’re right. Fine. But –,”
“No buts,” he says, stepping closer to me. I don’t back away. “You went to the trouble of flirting with another man just to get my attention?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to want me. Because I don’t want to live my life alone. I thought I would get a rise out of you and that would be that.”
“You wanted a rise out of me?” He grabs my hips and pulls me flush against him right before he consumes my lips in another passionate kiss. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me as I lean into him. Marco grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, loving how close we feel. I should be terrified of Marco after he killed that man but I was ready to kill Marco once. I’m not a good person either.
He walks us to the couch and sets me down. I gasp when he pulls my hips to the edge of the couch and kneels down before me. The sight of this powerful man kneeling in front of me is too much to handle. I can’t make sense of it.
Marco shoves my dress up and pulls my panties down in one quick motion. I can’t stop the arousal that gushes out of me. Never have I felt this alive – this awake – from someone’s touch before.
He grips my thighs and spreads them wide. I don’t say a word. I want to experience this. I want to experience all of this.
He locks his eyes with mine right before he lowers his face between my legs. I let out a moan the moment his lips find my sensitive nub. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My fingers are nothing like Marco’s tongue. It’s softer but also more firm the way he’s flicking and licking at my clit.
My head drops back as my hips buck into his face. He licks he harder as his hands hold my thighs in place. I can’t stop the moans from escaping me. I’ve never been a shywoman. Let the whole world hear how good Marco is making me feel. I could get lost in this sensation for the rest of my life.
Marco lets out a low growl as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth. He clearly knows what he’s doing. How to lick my clit. How to gently pull on it and flick it with his tongue. How tightly his hands grip my thighs. I might bruise and I honestly don’t care. I want to get lost in this pleasure for the rest of my life.
My hips buck harder against his face. This was the exact response I had been hoping for. I never expected Marco to kill that man. What is he keeping from me that he would do that?
Right now, I don’t care. All I can think about is the hot pleasure he is showing my body.
“Look at me,” he commands before running his tongue over me again.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze, feeling lightheaded. A gasp escapes me when his tongue finds my entrance. He pushes his tongue inside of me slowly. God, it feels like heaven on this earth.
Marco pulses his tongue in and out of me, driving me wild. “You wanted this?” he asks after pulling his tongue out. He plants a kiss on each of my inner thighs. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “I needed this. God, I needed this.”
He brings his tongue back to my clit and flicks over it, again and again and again until I feel like I might lose my mind for real.
My hands find my breasts. My nipples are sensitive, even through my bra. I have to get it out of the way. I need to feel completely free for once in my life.
I shove the top of my dress down and discard my bra. Marco’s eyes darken as he licks me harder. My hips have a mind of their own as they buck into his face. I don’t care if I seem wild and unhinged. I’ve always wanted to explore sex but my dad never let me date. But now, I get the chance to and I never want this to end.
I cup my breasts and give them a squeeze. My thumbs run over my nipples. What would it be like for Marco to touch me all over? To fully consume me? This man I hate and yet, I’m utterly drawn to. None of it makes sense and at the same time, it’s the answer to everything.
Marco makes a dark noise as I play with my breasts. His tongue is like a lightning bolt, hitting my clit over and over again. I can’t take much more. I’m going to lose my mind completely.
He sits back and brings his finger right to my clit, pressing down on it.
