Chapter 22 – Marcella #2
“No, you’re la mia vipera, but that won’t stop me.
” His voice is closer than I expected, and it catches me off guard.
I twist my head back to him, but my bangs pick up the wind and snag in my eyes.
I brush the hair back and continue to run, but it’s a fatal mistake.
It slows me down enough, and just as I go to leap over another branch, an arm bands around my waist and swings me around.
My lungs collapse as I’m slammed into a tree, but I don’t have time to notice it because he’s all over me, his ragged breaths panting down on me as he holds my chin and stares into my eyes.
“Why were you running?”
I can hardly catch my breath, my chest heaving as I try. “Why were you chasing?”
“Because you ran from me.” He pauses, and something flickers over his features. “If you run, I’ll chase. But I caught you this time, and now you’re mine.”
His lips slam down on me, angry and hungry and ready to consume.
He bites my lip, the pain sharp and exquisite, the metallic taste of blood tickling my tongue.
He licks it away, sucking on my lip, on my blood, as he pins me to the tree.
I try to shove at him, but he’s a wall of muscle and takes my wrists in his hands and locks them over my head, the same as he did last night.
It must trigger the same memory because he smirks against me before he tilts his head and kisses me harder. I twist my wrist and claw at his hands, making him bite my lip again. He shakes his head and uses his pelvis to hold me in place while his other hand gropes my tits.
“I’m not yours,” I manage around a gasp as he pulls my nipple through my blouse.
“Your body tells me otherwise, mia stella.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snarl.
He jerks my chin with his hand. “It’s what you are. My star. Beautiful and luminous, but too hot to hold in my hand and will most certainly burn me if I try.”
“Then don’t try.”
Something hits him, his features serious and a little shaken. “I don’t know how to stop. You’re my star and my viper, beautiful and venomous. La mia stella velenosa. I tried to stay away, but you’re all I think about, all I want, and now here I am.”
With his hand on my jaw, he kisses me again, his tongue invading my mouth as his hard cock grinds into me. I can fight him as much as I want, but the truth is, he’s all I think about and want too.
My leg climbs up his hip, and I use my heel on his ass to push him deeper against me. Right where I need it.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, ripping at my shirt, trying to work the buttons but failing to do it one-handed.
“Release me,” I demand, and to my surprise, he does.
I should keep running, but I don’t. It’s too good.
Too addictive. His mouth and hands and cock.
I want them all. But only them. I won’t dabble with the rest. The other things that tickle lonely, dark places within me.
The ones he pokes at, whether intending to or not.
He brought them to life that night at the wedding.
He’s good at using flowery words, but his words are meaningless.
Our hands fumble while our mouths move sloppily. A tug here. A rip there. A push aside, and his fingers are inside me, pumping up and down, forcing a moan from me, while my eyes close and I submit.
“Look at this,” he says on a choked breath. “Christ, how your cunt takes me. And these are just my fingers. Greedy, dirty girl. You love how I touch you. How I touch you and no one else.”
My arms wrap around the trunk of the tree behind me, and I lean back, angling my body and making it long, allowing myself to open up fully to him. His eyes are drugged. Black and inky like midnight.
“Say it, Marcella.” He smacks my clit before he rubs it in tight, fast circles, pleasure building from within. “Tell me this is mine.”
I shake my head even as I writhe into him. I made the mistake of calling him my prince last night, and I can’t do that again.
He grins and spits, letting it trickle from his lips straight onto the top of my pussy before it dribbles down. His fingers rub it in, swirling his saliva around my clit before pushing it into me.
“Good luck selling that to yourself.”
Flattening me against the tree, he kisses me, taking no prisoners as he continues to work me up, faster and harder by the second until I’m dizzy. Until he’s everywhere and I’m nothing but heat. A fire he’s stoking with oxygen and kindling. A blazing inferno with no way to stop it or put it out.
He feasts hungrily on me, licking and nibbling at my lips, jaw, and neck. But right before I come, he lines his cock up with my entrance and plows straight into me, slamming me back against the rough tree that scratches and abrades my back.
Despite the brutal intrusion, he winces and kisses tenderly up to my ear. “Non ti farò del male come hanno fatto loro.” I won’t hurt you as they did.
My eyes cinch tight, and a strangled gasp breaks the air between us. I can’t. It’s too much. All of him is too much.
He spins us around, still inside of me, and takes me to the ground. I have one leg in my pants, and his are around his ankles, but neither of us cares. We’re savage. Pumping hard in steady thrusts that have both of us grunting and groaning and moaning, begging for more.
He’s shaking, hardly holding on. “Your pussy is so fucking wet. So soft and tight. I fucking love your pussy.” His teeth graze my jaw. “And I know you love my cock, even if you’ll never tell me.”
His gorgeous blue eyes pierce into mine. I do love his cock, and he’s right that I’ll never tell him. I hike my knees up and spread my legs wider for him, needing to feel him deeper. As deep as he can go.
“Look at that. Fuck yes, spread that pussy for me.” He slows, sliding out then in. Out then in. His hands on either side of me are pressed into the dirt and leaves, and he stares between us. “I’m going so deep. You feel that?”
Yes, I feel that. He’s so deep he’s practically in my stomach.
I hang on for dear life as he pounds and fucks.
I push up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I need him to go harder.
Faster. And I tell him that, practically begging for it.
The way his cock strokes me, the perfect friction of it, is something I could get lost in forever.
He knows how to fuck. I may be inexperienced, but I know enough to know that.
“That’s it. Take it. Fuck me.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. It punctuates our growing symphony as his pelvis meets my thighs. As our bodies mix and become one over and over. My tits bounce. My hair is littered with who the fuck knows what. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone or if anyone is looking for me.
But again, who cares?
That seems to be how it is with him. I lose all sense of reason, and he becomes my apex.
Our hips move faster, skin slick with sweat all over us.
He drops to his forearms and kisses me, and I cling to him.
Toeing that delicious line. The one I’m chasing yet dreading.
I don’t want this to end. I don’t want reality to come crashing back down on me as it inevitably does once our passion is sated.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Come with me, mia stella velenosa. Let go and come with me.”
With my new name as a whisper, a seductive purr, I’m pushed headfirst into another dimension. Waves of pleasure skyrocket through me, and I hold on for the ride. Jaw locked, his eyes entangled with mine, I let go.
He pants against my cheek, groaning and grunting as he shoots inside of me.
I have no idea how I’ll ever go back to how things were before we started this.
I’m not sure it’s even possible anymore. It’s a recipe for disaster.