6. Olivia #2
“I spent the last three years taking my revenge out on them for keeping me away from the love of my life,” he continues, a faint scowl flashing across his features. “I dismantled their operation, gathered evidence against them, and finished what my father started.”
He holds my gaze for a moment, reaching out to wipe my tears before continuing. “I built a network of allies amongst families that were against child trafficking, distributed my evidence of Calabrese's crimes to their enemies, and watched their empire crumble to the ground.”
“That sounds like a lot,” I say, my voice low and even laced with a glint of pride.
“It was,” he concurs. “But in the end, I forced an oath; the Calabrese would never come after you or any member of the Bellanti family.
They didn't have a choice, so they swore to keep their distance.” His voice is a little more lively now.
“As we speak, the Calabreses are barely clinging to power in Sicily, and so far, they've been cooperating.”
“Is that why you came back?” I ask.
“Yes,” he replies. “And also because your father reached out to me, saying that he thinks your life is in danger. He wanted me to return, to keep you safe.”
My heart shatters into a million tiny pieces and I immediately hate myself for treating him so badly. My eyes mist and tears roll down my cheeks as I take a step closer to him. “Marco, I didn't know…” My voice trembles. “I am so sorry.”
“Hey,” he says, his tone gentle, closing the distance between us with a single stride. “There's no way you could've known—I didn't tell you,” he says, cradling my face, his eyes boring into mine.
I sniffle, holding his gaze, melting in his arms as his thumb wipes away my tears. “For what it's worth…” my voice trails off but I don't look away. “...I never stopped loving you,” I confess.
His lips curl into a charming smile, and he pulls me closer, his hand around my waist. “Neither did I,” he whispers, his tone dripping with sincerity.
“I appreciate your honesty, Marco. I really do,” I say, trying to keep my voice low and even. “But please gimme some time. Let me organize my thoughts. I promise, I'll tell you everything, just not now.” I plead for his understanding.
He draws a deep breath and hesitates before nodding his head.
I smile, feeling the gradual shift in the atmosphere. My fingertips tingle and my thighs brush against each other.
We stare at each other for a moment; the atmosphere charged with tension. I can feel my heart racing, my pulse quickening as his thumb on my cheek ignites a fire within me.
Seconds later, we both lose control, giving into the pleasure coursing through our blood. Our lips crash in a heartbeat, our breath ceasing, heads tilt passionately. Soon, tongues follow, and his hands are all over my body. Fuck! I've missed him so much and I can feel my cunt tingling.
My hands rapidly take off his shirt and he sheds mine all without the fervency of our kiss. My heart is burning with desire, and I can't wait to have him buried deep inside me. I push him, and he falls backwards, landing on the couch behind him.
As he sits, watching me with lustful eyes, I bite my lower lip, my heart racing with anticipation while I unhook my bra. The piece of fabric falls off my shoulders, revealing my breasts.
His lips curl into a self-satisfied grin, and his finger unbuckles his belt.
I go down on my knee and help take his cock out of his pants.
My eyes widen slightly at the sight of the Eiffel tower before me.
I stroke his length and suck on his head for a moment before pulling up my skirt and straddling him.
I lock his lips with a deep kiss, my hand positioning his dick outside my entrance.
His hands fly into my hair, his tongue sliding into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. Sitting astride him, I slowly settle on his cock, his length traveling up inside me. A soft purr escapes my lips and I break our kiss, feeling the flow of passion.
He grabs my waist and while I grind over his groin, his hands guide and direct the movement of my hips. I arch my back, twisting and twirling on his cock while his hands roam my body. He reaches forward and takes my breast in his mouth, his tongue on my hard nipple sending tremors down my core.
I quicken my pace, my hips pounding hard on his groin with my moans growing louder by the minute.
From underneath, Marco penetrates my cunt with relentless strokes.
His hands squeeze my breasts, caress my body, his touch fast tracking my arrival.
His cock seems to hit my G-spot and my eyes soon start to roll backwards.
He lets out a primal growl that signals his arrival and, soon, his essence fills me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, accepting his load with a smile playing on my lips.
I lower my head, my forehead against his as his hand slips into my hair, adjusting some stray strands to the back of my ear. He smiles at me. I reciprocate the gesture, my nipples grazing against his broad chest.
“I've missed you,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. “And I want more.”
A mischievous grin twitches at the corners of my mouth and I respond, “Then take me upstairs and fuck me like you've never done before.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma'am.”
Marco lifts me in his muscular arms, and I lock my feet around his waist as he heads up the stairs.