Chapter 7
Lila
"Lila? Lila, I need you to talk to me, okay?"
I shake my head, realizing that I'm sitting on my bed. It feels stupid that I got this worked up over what Kyle said.
He didn't even do anything. Not really. You're so weak.
"I'm here. I'm alright." I look up at Marcus. His face is so full of worry that my chest feels like it's cracking. "I don't know why I'm so upset. God, I hate Kyle. Why was he here?"
"Hey," Marcus smooths his hand down my face, doing whatever he can to comfort me, "it's not your fault. You have every reason to be upset. And I have a feeling he was here because your father is moving forward with a new launch, Bellavita+."
My mouth drops open, and the burn in my eyes triples. "He's still going through with that? The first version is hurting people, and now he's going forward with the next one?"
"There's a lot of money to be made, Lila. Your father...he won't go to the FBI. He won't risk it even with protection. 'It wouldn't cover the company.' His words."
A sob breaks free, and I drop my head against Marcus's chest.
"I don't know if your father is the route forward, Lila." Marcus rubs up and down my back, and I try to use him as an anchor. "He said this was none of my business. But I want you to know that I'm not backing off or quitting. If I need to take on Cilento alone, I will."
Looking up into his eyes, I'm scrambling. I'm falling apart at the seams, and too many questions plague me.
"Why are you doing this? Why do you even care what happens to me?"
Marcus doesn't flinch, doesn't hesitate when he says, "Because I see you, Lila. I see the pain and the determination to break free. I recognize it, too. I'm not the best man in the world, princess, but being around you makes me feel like trying to be."
My mouth drops open. I'm blown away. But I believe him. I...want him. Now.
"Make love to me."
Reeling back a hair, Marcus's brows shoot up before furrowing over his eyes.
"Lila, I don't—"
"Please. I want this. I want something for myself. I want you. I want the release." I lean forward, kissing along his jaw and neck. "I never get to choose in this house. Let me choose this. Choose you."
He pulls my chin up so that I'm looking him right in the eye, and Marcus breathes hard.
"Lila, this is a big step. I'm not saying I don't want to because fuck do I, but this'll take things to a new level.
This isn't just messing around that I could maybe forget about after all this is done.
" Marcus scoffs, playfully. "Okay, I could never forget, but I was willing to leave you be.
If we do this...I won't be able to hold back, to allow the world to see you as anything but mine. "
I wait a beat, then two, really considering this. But I know what I want for the first time in my life, and I won't let it go now. I won't let Marcus go.
"Then make me yours. Or are you all talk?"
Marcus yanks me forward, crashing his lips against mine. In a flash, his hands go for the waistband of my leggings, hauling them off and leaving me in the skimpy black panties I chose this morning.
His large hands take fistfuls of my ass, and they're the only hands I ever want to touch me. I'm leaning over his lap again, and his thumbs trace the edges of my panties, brushing over my folds.
"My little brat." Marcus skims his fingers up my back, dragging my loose tank top up with them. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Make me come? Make me see stars?" I squirm in his lap as he gets the shirt over my head, pausing there to unclasp my bra. "Let me see that cock you've been denying me."
A firm slap rocks my ass cheek. "Denying you? You are such a greedy little thing."
"I deserve it," I counter, and then Marcus whips me off his lap, stripping me fully and getting me down to the ground to kneel in front of him.
"Oh, do you? Prove it."
His hands go for his belt and zipper, undoing them and shoving his jeans down. Marcus's erection strains behind his boxer briefs, and my mouth is already watering.
Pulling down his boxers just enough, he frees his cock and grips the base. Marcus is thick and long, absolutely massive, and my pussy clamps down around nothing.
"Well, go on then, princess." He pulls his shirt off over his head. "Put that pretty mouth to work, and maybe you'll earn yourself more."
Taking the back of my head as I open my mouth, Marcus plunges his cock between my lips. I'm blown away by the taste of him, but even more so by the way his eyes roll back as I move back and forth.
I feel so powerful, making this impressive man shudder with desire, and even though I'm on my knees, I feel like I have control over him right now.
When I stop and drag my tongue along his underside, Marcus groans, his dick kicking in my hand.
"So good, princess. Ugh, that's it. Take me all the way." He presses in, and I relax my throat so he can slide all the way in. "Fuuuck."
I'm beaming, and then Marcus slides back, reaching for me and lifting me to toss me on the bed. I bounce before he's nestling between my thighs, his tongue licking up my seam and making me buck against his mouth.
He eats me out with a passion, his tongue driving deep only to glide over my clit. My toes curl as the need to come rushes forward, and I grip his dark hair, squeezing the locks as I roam my stare over his body.
Marcus has tattoos I haven't seen until now. An eagle covers his shoulder, a tiger crawls up his calf, and when he leans back to yank me farther down the bed, I see the words "Never Forget" over a nasty scar on his ribs.
I have to imagine he means his time in the service, that betrayal he spoke of.
But I can hardly care when Marcus dives back between my legs again and devours my pussy with the precision of a man on a mission.
It doesn't take long for that edge to rush up to greet me, and I'm tumbling down into the dark depths of ecstasy as Marcus continues to lap up my juices.
I've waited so long for this, thought seriously that it wasn't going to happen, and now that I'm here, it's better than I could have imagined.
As my breathing calms, Marcus sweeps his thumb over the inside of my hip, where I know my one and only tattoo is.
"What's this?" His voice is rough and guttural, and I need him inside me.
"I successfully snuck out one time. This is my proof. My permanent memory." The desire is still boiling through my veins, but there's a tickle of sorrow for the life I never had and the one I'm trying to break free of now. "It's a way to remind me that sometimes, you need to just let it burn."
Marcus smiles, the smirk lighting up his entire face, and if I weren't already lying down, I'd be weak in the knees.
"My princess is a naughty girl."
"Damn straight." I smile at him, pulling him up to kiss me before looking up at him again. "Now, are you going to fuck me or what?"
Grabbing my face, just enough so that the pain swirls with the pleasure, Marcus licks across my lips as his hips sink, teasing my pussy with the head of his cock.
"Such a dirty mouth, princess. How about you use it to tell me exactly what you're feeling when my cock is buried in your pretty, pink pussy."
I'm flaming, but then Marcus starts to push in as he kisses me. Thank god I'm slick because he's so thick, and the stretch to take him in is something else.
"Oh, shit. Ugh," I groan as I roll my hips, getting used to the feel of him, which is undeniably good. "Marcus, it's so much."
"Does the princess need a break?" He teases, but I know there's also sincerity there.
I shake my head. "Don't you dare."
"Or what?" He sinks in all the way, and I gasp, losing my mind over the feeling of Marcus's cock so deep inside me. "What's my princess going to do if I stop?"
Starting to retreat, I nearly panic, loving this so much, but then Marcus thrusts back in, now creating an intoxicating rhythm.
"Goddamn you, Marcus. Don't you dare—"
But he stops, and I scream in frustration as he smirks down at me, happy as a fucking clam.
"Oh, princess. I think you need to beg me to keep going. Come on. Say my name and ask me real nice."
As much as I want to fight back, and god do I, I can't bring myself to. I want this too much. I fucking concede. Marcus has won this round.
"Marcus," I groan as he swirls his hips slowly, teasing me so much that I actually tear up a little, "please fuck me."
"That's my girl."
He gives me everything he has, and while there is some discomfort, it quickly melts away. I'm too turned on, too slick from already coming once, to be affected.
It's so good. It's bliss, and I ride out the waves of euphoria with Marcus as he barrels into my formerly virgin pussy.
Oh, shit. I really did do this. I'm not a virgin.
But behind the shock is utter joy, completion, and freedom. I chose this. I chose Marcus, and there's no one else I'd rather be with.
He's mine. And I'm his.
"Oh, princess." Marcus groans, his cock thickening inside me just as another orgasm crests to the surface. "Baby, that's so fucking good. Come on my cock, gorgeous."
He bottoms out, reaching so deep that I yelp, but it feels so good. I hook my legs around his waist and pull him close, rocking my hips along with his thrusts.
The sensations fly sky high, and I'm crying out his name as loud as I can as the orgasm tears through me. I don't give a fuck if my father hears.
Warmth floods me as Marcus grunts, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I feel him come, feel him fill me up, and I never want this moment to end.
"Mine, princess." His voice is a growl. "All fucking mine."
"All yours. And don't think for a second you're not mine just as much."
He cranes his face to the side, smiling at me. "Not for a moment, princess. Not for a single moment."
***
That night, after having had sex twice more, I pull on a nightgown and silk robe, getting up to go to the bathroom while Marcus is sleeping.
I'm sore as hell, but every moment was worth it. I love being with Marcus. I love what he does to me. I love how he sees me, how he cares and—
It hits me just as I'm stepping out into the hallway—choosing the powder room down the hall because I don't want to wake him—that I am very much falling in love with Marcus.
Well, holy shit.
With a smile on my face, I round the corner and immediately notice that my father's light is on.
Part of me realizes that this is a bad idea, but I can't stop myself from walking up to the door and trying to listen. If he's saying something incriminating, I want to catch it.
I want to be able to go to the FBI on my own. If Reginald won't be a good person, it's up to me. And I am fine with that responsibility.
When I sneak up to the door, I see my father, and my stomach drops.
He's talking with Cilento.
I can't believe my eyes or ears as I hear them discuss all the gruesome details of what my father did, how he knew that his drug was hurting people, and didn't care.
Tears stream down my face, that last semblance of hope for him dying inside me, and a tiny sob breaks free.
Shit.
Backing up, I keep my eye on the door. They didn't notice. I'm okay. I just need to get back to—
Something dark comes down over my eyes, and I can't see as a hand clamps over my mouth. I'm being pushed forward, toward the room, and no matter how I scream and thrash, the person holding me doesn't let go.
"You have a little spy, boss."
That's Dominick's voice.
"Goddamn it." My father's voice that time, and I still can't see. "Look, Cilento. You got your wish. Just take her and leave my fucking house. I don't want to hear from you again."
What?
My stomach drops, fear and panic choking me.
"As you wish, Reggie." That's Cilento, and a shadow falls over the already dark space in front of me. "I think she'll make a good wife."
Before I can do more, even as I still scream and try to yank myself away, I'm being dragged backward. And this time, there's no one coming to save me.