3. Marco
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MARCO
I t’s been thirty fucking minutes since I stormed out of Lyla’s room. Now, I’m sitting alone at my massive dining table, staring at the polished mahogany surface and savoring a glass of red wine. The fire crackles in the background while covered plates of food sit untouched in front of me.
Fuck this formal bullshit. I want her closer.
I always sit at the head of the table, so I move her plate to my right.
Rage threatens to boil over while she makes me wait like some goddamn commoner. No one makes me wait, not even her. People do as they’re told or else they face my wrath. Yet here I am, waiting for the same little brat who had the nerve to slap me.
Fuck, did it turn me on, though. That fiery rebellion in her eyes made me want to fuck her on the floor like an animal. She also pissed me off because no one challenges me and gets away with it.
“Tony!” I bark, calling one of my guards into the room. “Fetch our guest and haul her ass down here.” I meet his gaze with a deadly stare. “But don’t you fucking hurt her, or I’ll kill you.”
He nods once and stalks out of the room.
It takes him a few minutes to bring her down, dragging her by the arm as she struggles against him. The more she fights this, the more I want to fuck her into submission.
“Let go of me, you bastard!” Her eyes land on mine and her gaze narrows. “I’m not eating with that man,” she sneers as soon as she sees me.
I dismiss Tony and he leaves without hesitation. Approaching Lyla with an angry glare, I expect her to cower like everyone else does under my power and presence. Instead, she stands tall and returns my scowl with equal intensity.
“I’m not hungry,” she lies, but I saw the sad excuse of a meal she was making in her apartment. I know it’s been a while since she’s eaten properly. That’s why I had my chef prepare a feast fit for royalty. And now it’s cold because she’d rather be disobedient.
“I didn’t ask if you were hungry. I told you to join me for dinner and wear the damn dress,” I snarl, watching as she crosses her arms and juts out her hip with a lift of her chin.
“I’m not doing it.”
“Then you know what happens next.” My fierce expression is a scathing warning, and she pales at the sight of it.
“You… you can’t be serious.” Her gaze darts around the room as if someone will come to her rescue. My men know not to disturb us, and no one can save her from me. She’s pushed me to this point, and now she must face the consequences.
I snatch her arms, dragging her body to mine while she tries to escape my grasp, but I’m too fucking strong for her. Clawing at the thin fabric of her worn shirt, I rip it off and throw it to the ground. I don’t waste time admiring her full, heavy tits before unhooking her flimsy bra with ease, tossing it aside with a smirk as Lyla gasps in horror and tries to cover herself.
“Don’t pretend you’re shy now, Princess. I warned you of the repercussions if you didn’t wear the dress.”
She shudders when I trail my fingertip along her delicate collarbone before drawing her closer to inhale the sweet scent of her hair. It’s citrusy like tangerines. I’ll make sure to keep that shampoo stocked for her.
I spin her in my arms and press my chest to her back, reaching for the front of her jeans and unbuttoning them without resistance. She’s tense in my tight embrace, but she doesn’t fight back. At least not for the moment, and I almost wish she did.
There’s rebellion in her eyes again as I strip off her clothes. Then I see the exact moment when her resolve kicks in before she straightens her spine and drops her arms.
There she is. There’s the good girl who deserves to be at my side.
I release her from my hold and circle around her like a wolf. She’s soft, feminine perfection with smooth, creamy skin and womanly curves. Her large breasts are succulent with dusky-pink nipples that harden to stiff peaks from the cool air. Her tapered waist flares out into luscious hips that were made for me to hold on to while I fuck a baby into her. But it’s the small patch of short, dark curls covering her tiny cunt that has me ready to drop to my knees with my mouth watering.
Fuck, I wanna bury my face between her thick, juicy thighs.
My cock throbs as I commit every inch of her body to memory, but punishment comes first, so I grab Lyla’s wrist and lead her to her place setting. Pulling out her chair, I wait for her to sit like a lady. When she doesn’t move, I have no problem shoving her into her seat. I claim my place beside her, repressing a smile as she glowers with pursed lips.
The moment I uncover our meals, the scent of lemon chicken and glazed carrots fills the air, but Lyla isn’t fazed. She’s not even looking at her plate. Instead, she’s staring right at me with rage and determination blazing in those stunning blue eyes. We both know who’s going to break first, as she has no idea who she’s fucking challenging. I’m the boss of the Vanetti crime family, and I’m damn good at playing mind games.
“Eat,” I order, pointing my fork at her plate before spearing a carrot and popping it into my mouth.
“I already said I’m not hungry.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Princess, and it doesn’t fucking suit you.” I swallow another bite of my food. It’s cooled off, but still tastes damn good. “Now eat, and don’t make me tell you again.”
She huffs and crosses her arms. “I won’t let you boss me around, Marco. I don’t belong to you.” Her defensive posture squeezes her tits together and I lower my gaze as I slowly lick my lips. Her breath hitches, and a subtle flush of pink surfaces on her neck and cheeks.
“I think you love it,” I taunt. “Sitting at my table, naked and ripe for the taking. I can smell your arousal from here, Princess. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor Jenny is gonna have to clean that chair.”
“Shut up,” Lyla spits, her shoulders tensing and her gaze dropping to her lap. She’s embarrassed, but too damn proud to back down.
My desire for her is so consuming it’s almost suffocating. My cock is harder than steel, and if I don’t release the pressure soon, I’ll kill someone. I adjust myself while my eyes remain locked on hers and her lips part with a quiet gasp.
“You want to know what you do to me when you’re naked like that?” I lean back in my seat and make a show of unbuckling my belt and unfastening my pants. Taking hold of my aching dick, I pull it out and stroke myself as her anger is replaced with intrigue while she watches me. “If you’re not going to eat your food, then I have a better way for you to use that mouth,” I say, shoving my chair back and turning to face her.
“W-What?” Lyla stammers, looking up at me with widened eyes.
Gripping her seat, I drag her closer before shoving her to the floor. She goes willingly, too shocked by my sudden movements and the unexpected turn of events. She’s a goddess—an erotic vision—kneeling before me while I cage her in with my thighs, and my rock-hard dick bobs in front of her face. When her little pink tongue drags along her pillowy lips, precum seeps from my slit and my cock twitches.
I spear my fingers into her dark tresses, bringing her face closer until she’s inches away from my pulsating dick. Each time she exhales, warm air washes over my tip, making my abs coil with anticipation.
I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want her.
“Open,” I demand, my voice raspy and domineering. “Make me come with that bratty mouth of yours.”
Her eyes meet mine before flicking back down to my rigid cock. For a moment, I think she might refuse. Then she leans forward and tentatively swirls her tongue around the head of my dick.
An electric current zips through me, my hips jerking as a groan escapes my lips. I’ve been with countless women over the years, indulging in some of the kinkiest fantasies you could imagine. But one simple lick while Lyla stares at me with those piercing blue eyes, and every memory of anyone else disappears.
“Open wider, Princess. Wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”
She hesitates, inexperienced and unsure, but curiosity gets the best of her and she does as she’s told. She starts by taking the tip into her warm, wet mouth before cautiously bobbing up and down while gripping me at the base. Her eyes are focused on mine, and it’s almost my complete undoing when her lips meet her fingers, and she pauses to savor my taste. Then, the head of my cock reaches the back of her throat and she gags, making me groan with need.
“Fuck,” I hiss, tightening my grip on her hair. “Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, baby. I want you to take me deeper.” Short puffs of air breeze across my skin as her breaths quicken and her jaw goes slack. I thrust forward and she gags again, but allows my cock to slide farther into her throat. “That’s it, Princess,” I encourage through gritted teeth. “Deeper.”
She swallows around me, her muscles massaging my length as my eyes roll back. I guide her movements with a hand on her head, needing her to pick up this agonizing pace. I watch her through hooded eyes, as she shifts on her knees before releasing my cock and gripping my tense thighs.
Then time stands still when she opens her mouth wide and takes my cock until her nose brushes against my body. “Fucking hell,” I groan before losing the tight reins of my control and holding her in place while I fuck her throat.
Tears roll down her pretty face and she mumbles something unintelligible, but I don’t stop. I push her head down while thrusting my hips upward. It doesn’t matter that she’s inexperienced; the woman is a fucking natural. A goddamn miracle, and now she’s all mine.
Warmth spreads through me and my balls begin to tighten. Her cheeks hollow out and her tongue drags along that sensitive vein on the underside of my dick. She takes it all without protest, even touching her pussy as she sucks me off. Watching her finger her cunt sends me over the edge, and I shove her down one last time, roaring as I fill her mouth with hot cum.
When my dick stops twitching, I slump in my chair and ease her off me. Her eyes never leave mine as she swallows most of my cum with only a few drops spilling from the corner of her mouth. I gather it with my thumb and push it between her lips.
“You missed some.”
She licks off the last of it, but I notice her fingers are still buried deep in her soaked cunt, and her hips rock as she seeks her own release. That’s not allowed. She’s being punished and tonight is about pleasing me.
She whines when I grab her wrist and bring her hand to her face, her arousal coating three of her digits. “Lick them clean.”
She gasps and holds her breath.
“Are you going to comply or do I have to make you?”
White-hot anger flashes in her eyes and it makes my spent dick come to life again. Then she parts her soft lips and takes her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them the same way she just did my cock. A smirk tugs at her lips as she stares at me while I watch her. She’s goading me, but I’m the one in control here.
“Go to bed, Lyla. You’ve had enough for one night.” If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.
“What?” she squeaks and her chest begins to rapidly rise and fall, making her tits sway. “I… You… I need?—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you need,” I growl. “This is what happens when you defy me. I warned you, and you didn’t listen. Now, go to bed.”
She jumps to her feet and her swollen, glistening pussy is almost at eye-level. I can smell her musky, sweet scent and if I was a kinder man, I’d lay her on this table and devour her cunt to put her out of her misery. But I’m an asshole, so I’ll do no such thing.
“That’s not… You can’t do that!” Lyla screams, her small hands clenched into fists at her side. I swear this brat is one second away from stomping her foot.
“Looks like I just did.” I smirk. “Would you like more punishment, or are you gonna be a good girl for the rest of the night?” I’m taunting her, and her face flames with fury.
“I hate you!” she sneers, then storms to her room, pissed off and sexually frustrated. I’d give anything to follow her upstairs and fuck her senseless, but she needs to learn the rules if she’s going to stay here.
And I have every intention of keeping her forever.