“My niece, Arianna, is around your age now.”
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s weird to think you have a niece around my age.”
“I didn’t marry you because I liked how young you are. I married you for political gain. But then I fell in love with you. Don’t make it creepy,” he teases.
I laugh a little, snuggling in closer to his side. “Sorry. You’re right. I just want to know where Cormac is. How can you stand not seeing your own brother?”
“Because it’s been a long time. It gets easier. We were both raised to be in the mafia by our father. But he ended up getting his girlfriend pregnant. So he decided to leave the mafia and create a peaceful world for them. Our father respected it. I think because he had me to take up the mantle, he wasn’t worried about my brother. But it meant never seeing him again. I’ve tried to reach out over the years but Antonio is not interested. He wants to keep Arianna safe. That’s all that matters to him.”
“I get that. I want you to be safe.”
He presses a kiss to my head. “And I want you to be safe as well.” He pulls back and our eyes lock. A moment passes between us before he lowers his lips to mine.
The kiss is gentle and tender. With my arm needing to heal, we haven’t had the chance to be intimate in the past month. Marco didn’t want to risk putting me in pain.
But I no longer feel pain in my arm. It’s stiffer than it used to be but I can still use it, fortunately.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer. Marco eases me onto my back and deepens our kiss, like he’s trying to get as close to me as possible.
“You won’t lose me,” I whisper against his lips. “I promise.”
“You have me, Ciara. All of me.”
“Then make me yours again.”
Marco stands up and scoops me off the couch, carrying me to our bedroom. It amazes me how this mafia man can be so tender to me when he wants to. The duality inside of him is something else. But then again, I think we all have some sort of duality in us. I know I’m not perfect. I have my good and bad side.
He slips my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my panties. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, planting his lips onto my bare breasts.
“It’s the kind of dress where you don’t wear a bra,” I say, arching into him. His lips wrap around my nipple, flicking and licking it. Arousal gushes out of my body. This need for connection with Marco is too strong. I’ve never needed anything more.
“I can see that.” He kisses along to my other breast and gives that nipple attention too.
“Marco,” I whine. “I need you.”
“I’m giving you what you need, baby.”
“I need all of you.”
“You need my cock in you, is that what you mean?” He raises an eyebrow, making me flush. “Just say the words baby and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Yes,” I moan softly. “I need your cock inside of me.”
“So dirty for such an innocent girl.”
“I thought I was your bad girl.”
He smirks. “That you are.”
Marco kisses down my stomach until his mouth reaches the edge of my panties. I watch as he slowly tears them off me with his teeth. I feel like I might die from arousal. From the need to quench it.
He tosses my panties to the floor and spreads my legs. “You’re wet for me.” He places his face to my inner thigh and inhales. “You smell so fucking delicious. You really are my bad girl. Getting turned on like this.”
“You make me this way,” I accuse.
“I’m sorry for that,” he says with a chuckle, not sounding sorry at all. His eyes find mine right before his mouth finds my pussy.
I moan when his lips lick against my clit. My hips begin to roll towards his face, desperate for more. I’m not sure I’ll ever tire of this.
