What I want is to be free.
Marco’s eyes darken as he looks at my bare breasts before he leans down and captures one of my nipples into his mouth. My moans fill the air. Marco pleasures my breast as his hand works wonders between my legs.
“I need…” I gasp. “Oh…”
“You need my cock in you,” he says in a dark tone. It only makes me more turned on. “Say it. Say you need my cock in you.”
I hesitate. To give my entire body over to Marco will mean giving all of myself over to him. And I’m not sure I can do that when he wants revenge on the man who stole the woman he wanted.
“Say it,” he demands, rubbing my clit harder while his other finger pulses in and out of me.
“Don’t go after Will,” I say. “And then I’ll say it.”
His expression darkens before he kisses me deeply. My hands find his chest. He’s still fully clothed. It dawns on me then that I’ve never seen him naked before. Marco is still holding himself back from me and it hurts more than I care to admit.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” he says against my lips.
“And you can’t tell me what to do.”
“I can. Come for me. Now, Ciara. Now.” He presses down on my clit, making my hips buck up. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
He sits up and in one quick motion, rolls me onto my stomach and spreads my legs and cups my pussy again. Before I know what’s happening, he spanks my ass. It doesn’t hurt but it’s a warning – he wants to tell me what to do.
I hate him for it while at the same time, I can’t deny how good it feels.
He spanks me again as he plays with my pussy. I roll my hips down against his hand, seeking more friction.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Now.” He spanks me once more as his entire palm presses against my swollen clit.
I can’t stop the sudden rush of pleasure that hits me. I moan through my release.
Marco keeps his hand between my legs for a moment longer before he lets me go. I sink into the floor, catching my breath. “You are mine.”
A sudden flare of anger hits me. “But you’re not mine,” I say, pushing myself up. Quickly, I fix my dress and pull my panties back up. “You want Will dead because of Gianna. How is that supposed to make me feel?”
“Like I said –,”
“Will left you for dead. I get that. And that would be one thing but you also want to go after him because of Gianna. You can’t deny it. It upsets you that you didn’t get her. It’s why you’re so obsessed with making me yours. You don’t want to lose me either. But that doesn’t make me feel special because it’s not about me. It’s because I’m just another woman to you that you think you own. But you don’t own me, Marco. I may be your wife but I am not your property.” I push myself to my feet and stare down at him still on his knees. “If you truly want me to be yours, then you will not go after Will. You will put aside your obsession with the past and be in the present with me. Focus on our marriage. If you do that, then I can be yours.”
Slowly, he gets to his feet. His expression is unreadable. “I need Will dead.”
“Then you’ll never truly have me if you do.”
He blanches. “Ciara –,”
I hold my hand up. “No. You can give me orgasm after orgasm and make me believe we have something here. But we don’t. Not when you’re consumed by the past. Not when it involves another woman. I married you because my father made me. I deserve some happiness in my life and you’re the one who can give it to me. But only if you let go of the past.”
“I can’t do that,” he says in a dark voice.
“Then you’ll never truly have me.” I walk away from him before he can say a word to stop me. Because if Marco wanted to, he could make me believe he cares for me.
But I’m not sure he’s capable of it.
Chapter Fifteen
Marco
Ciara’s words run through my mind the entire night. Give up my desire to go after Will and focus on our marriage. But I only married Ciara for political gain. That’s the problem. And yet… I’m starting to have real feelings for her. She’s becoming more than just a pawn. More than a prize.
