“No,” he growls. “I will not lose another woman. I said you’re mine, Ciara.”
“You can’t just will it into existence.”
“I can.” He grabs my face and plants his lips on mine. I stiffen for just a moment before I let myself sink into his kiss. It feels too good to pull away.
I was denied intimacy because of my dad. I cannot deny now that I’m desperate for it and I need Marco to touch me again. I need him to make me believe that he wants me for me and isn’t still hung up on another woman.
He grabs my hips, pulling me flush against him. I let out a gasp, opening my lips wider, which allows his tongue to slip into my mouth. Our kiss becomes passionate and dark, like each of us is trying to gain the upper hand. He walks me backwards until my spine touches the wall.
I can’t stop myself from letting out a moan as he kisses along my neck and chest until he kneels before me. The sight of him on his knees makes me want to cry. Why can’t he let go of his obsession? Why can’t I be good enough?
Marco pushes my dress up and pulls my panties down in one quick motion. I press my legs together to help with the arousal coursing through me. It’s too much.
He locks eyes with mine as he pushes my legs open and plants his face right between them. I moan when his lips find my clit and flick it. My hips buck forward. God, this feels amazing. I was so close to giving Marco my entire body back in Italy before Cormac got in the way.
But now, can I still give him all of me when I know I don’t have all of him?
He grips the back of my thighs as he runs his mouth and tongue over my folds. My hands find the back of his head and hold him close. I need this more than I’m willing to admit. I need connection. I need… love.
“Oh,” I moan when his tongue enters me. My hips roll around, desperate for more. Desperate for him – for the man who has feelings for another woman.
Then again, he said he didn’t love her. That she was just a pawn. But I was also a pawn for him to get close to my dad.
That thought makes me grab his hair and pull his head back. Marco glares up at me.
“You are mine,” he says.
“I don’t want to be,” I lie.
He grabs my hips and lowers me to the ground. I gasp as he spreads my legs wide and plants his face back between them. His lips are working overtime on my clit. His tongue his like a machine as he flicks and licks and teases my body.
I moan again, dropping my head back. “I don’t want to be a pawn,” I cry out. “I want to be more.”
Marco picks up the intensity of his mouth, running it all along my folds. He pushes his tongue back into me, moving it in and out, making a gush of arousal hit me. It coats my inner thighs.
“Oh,” I cry out. My hands find my breasts and squeeze them. I want to get lost in Marco’s touch. I want to forget all about who he is, who he wants, who I am to him. I just want to be.
Marco’s tongue finds my clit and flicks it over and over and over… until I finally lose control.
My orgasm hits me like a sudden wave, making me shiver and shake. He plants a kiss to each of my inner thighs before sitting up. His hand cups my entire pussy.
“You are mine,” he says darkly, running his palm between my legs. I’m sensitive and puffy and swollen and I need more.
I let my legs part wider as I stare up at him. Neither one of us says a word as his fingers work between my legs. When his thumb finds my clit and rolls it around, I know I won’t be able to resist him. This man who confuses me. Who I wanted dead and now who I want to be mine.
He says I am his but Marco can never be mine – not when he still can’t let go of the past.
I moan when his finger slides into me.
“You’re so tight,” he growls. “My cock will barely be able to fit.”
My inner walls clamp down around his finger at the thought of him being inside of me. “Marco,” I gasp out.
“Tell me this feels good.” He curls his finger inside of me, touching the perfect spot within myself. I let myself get lost in the pleasure.
My hips have a mind of their own as they buck into his hand, desperate for more. I never knew I needed another person’s touch this much. I was denied it for so long. I’m tired of denying myself now.
“Oh,” I moan, my hips rolling against his hand. I shove my dress down and unclasp my bra, getting it out of my way. Clothes feel too restrictive right now.
