Chapter Ten - Markian #2
Her gasp is sharp, almost shocked, as I fill her completely. She’s so tight around me, soft and wet and impossibly hot.
Her fingers dig crescents into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist, anchoring me to her body.
I lean in, catching her lips in a slow, bruising kiss. “You feel that?” I murmur against her mouth, hips barely rocking, teasing her with the fullness, the heavy press of my cock stretching her open.
“That’s mine now. You’re mine.”
Her answer is a shudder, a whimper, her hips rolling helplessly beneath me. Her body tells the truth her words never could. I start to move—slow at first, sliding out until just the tip remains, then thrusting back in, long and deep, watching her face contort with pleasure.
She moans, arms coming up around my neck, nails tracing the nape as she arches up to meet every thrust. Each time I push inside, I hit that sweet spot, and her eyes flutter, her lips falling open with a broken cry.
I press her wrists into the mattress above her head, pinning her, taking control. My mouth traces the line of her jaw, her throat, biting down softly at her pulse. I want her to feel this everywhere, to remember who did this to her. who claimed her.
My rhythm builds, thrusts growing harder, rougher, until the sound of our bodies colliding fills the room. The headboard knocks against the wall, but I don’t care if the whole house hears. Let them know she’s mine.
She’s breathless, squirming beneath me, every nerve lit up. I watch her as I fuck her, needing to see every flicker of pleasure and surrender on her face.
“Look at me,” I growl, forcing her chin up. “I want to see you fall apart.”
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and shining, and I see the moment she gives in. Her fear is drowned out by raw, helpless want. She clenches around me, hips grinding up, her cries rising as I pound into her, relentless, unyielding.
“Please, don’t stop…” she begs, voice shaking, pleasure crackling through her.
I slide a hand down, thumb pressing hard on her clit, working her in time with my thrusts. Her back bows off the bed, heels digging into my back. I fuck her through every whimper, every gasp, until her whole body tightens, trembling on the edge.
“That’s it,” I urge, my voice harsh and possessive. “Come for me again.”
She shatters around me, body writhing, muscles milking my cock as she cries out my name. Her release is messy and raw, every inch of her slick and pulsing beneath me. I don’t let up. I keep fucking her, riding her through every aftershock, every helpless moan.
When I can’t hold back any longer, I drive deep, burying myself to the hilt, my own orgasm tearing through me. I groan into her shoulder, hips jerking as I fill her, hot and thick, marking her from the inside out.
We collapse together, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, limbs heavy and shaking. For a long moment, I don’t move, just listen to her heartbeat racing against my chest, feel the heat of her breath on my skin.
When I finally pull out, I look down at her, flushed and panting, hair a wild halo on the pillow. I brush my thumb over her swollen lips, satisfaction flooding every inch of me.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pressing a final, claiming kiss to her mouth. “Mine.”
Afterward, the room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sheets tangled beneath our bodies. Jessa lies sprawled against my chest, her breath slowing, lashes fanned across flushed cheeks.
Her skin is marked everywhere by me. Red at her throat, bruises blooming on her hips, bite prints rising along her shoulder. I trace a finger over them, possessive, knowing exactly what I’ve done.
She sighs in her sleep, curling closer, one arm flung over my stomach. I watch her, mind churning. It shouldn’t have happened. This was meant to be about control, about reminding her who she belongs to and making sure she never crosses the Bratva again.
She’s a liability, a witness who knows too much. The right move is to cut her loose, permanently. That’s what the old men would demand. That’s what my father would have done.
Except, the feel of her lingers in my hands, the memory of her body trembling under mine burning in my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her, about the way she looked at me as I fucked her—open, hungry, surrendering completely and yet never losing that spark of resistance.
She’s fire and ice, a danger I want to wrap my fists around and keep close, no matter the cost.
I tell myself it’s a mistake, that I’ll regret it, that this softness is a weakness I can’t afford. But as I watch her sleep, chest rising and falling in time with my own breath, all I can think about is keeping her.
I want her here, in my bed, in my house, marked by me and no one else. I want to see that innocence break every time I touch her. I want her to know that she’s mine… and that she can never leave, no matter how hard she tries.
For the first time in years, I feel the future shift beneath me, dangerous and unknown. Jessa is a threat to everything I’ve built. Now that I’ve had her, the only thing I want is to keep her. Fully. Permanently.