Chapter 14
Fourteen
Lissia
What’s not to like? Unless Marchello is into dark, kinky stuff…
“Why won’t I like it?” I asked.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” He wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing his erection into my center as he kissed me with a force that knocked me against the table. “You know what I want. I just don’t think you can give it to me.”
“I can try.” I ran my hands along his chest. “I want to be with you.”
“It will change things between us.” He leaned back in his chair, granting my lips access to his throat. “Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.”
Why did having sex with him sound so menacing? And why did that intrigue me?
“I won’t change my mind.” I unbuttoned his shirt and spread the fabric apart, taking in his beautifully inked chest and muscular abs.
“Don’t offer what you can’t finish.” He gripped my wrists. “Being with me isn’t the sweet fantasy you concocted in your head about how your first time would be.”
“How do you know you haven’t already replaced that flowery scene with something darker and wilder?”
Any thoughts of making love with the all-American boy went out the window when Marchello’s looming gaze locked with mine the night of the car auction. I craved his sinister side. The one that was all threats and rough touches.
“I don’t want gentle,” I whispered into his ear. “I want you.”
“Let’s put that statement to the test.” He removed me from his lap and got up. “Once I take you upstairs, there is no turning back.”
“Take me upstairs.”
“God help me.” He picked up the bottle of vodka and finished every last drop. “Let’s go.”
He took my hand in his firm hold and hurried me through the hallway to the dark back staircase in the kitchen. Once we reached the top, he shoved me against the wall and assaulted my lips with his vodka-laced mouth, briefly pulling away for each of us to take a necessary breath before resuming his harsh kisses.
I craved each rushed touch. It was as if I had waited for this, for him, my whole lonely life. Being his forbidden fruit aroused me more than I could have imagined.
I slid my hand down his chest and to the bulge in his pants. When I gripped his erection, he exhaled a low, sexy growl.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to get fucked right here in this hallway,” he said. “I don’t think your little fantasy included that.”
“Maybe for my second time.” I continued to touch him through his pants.
When he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around him.
“Your second and third time will probably be in my bed too, but after that, I can’t make any promises.”
“Why not?” I bit my lip.
“Because I plan on fucking you anytime, anywhere. That’s what I meant when I said there is no going back.”
My insides pulsed as he walked us to the bedroom, his hands resting firmly on my backside. He kicked the door open and entered the dimly lit room where his woodsy scent mixed with leather and spice.
The slam of the door caused me to jolt in his arms.
“Nervous?”
“Do you want me to lie?”
“I never want you to lie.” He stared into my eyes, his gaze a little darker than usual. “I can tolerate a lot, but lying is a deal-breaker.”
“I won’t lie.” I cupped his face. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Not being enough for you. Not being able to give you what you want.”
How did his eyes make me spill my guts? Why was it so easy for me to tell him everything when he was such a mystery?
“Nothing is ever enough for me.” He set me down by the bed. “I always want more. I always need more. That’s who I am.”
“That’s not reassuring.” I looked at my feet.
“There’s something about you that makes me think you’re going to change that.” He turned my back to him and swiped my hair to the side so he could caress the back of my neck. “That doesn’t mean I won’t demand more of you or take everything you have to give me.”
I tried to swallow, but my dry throat and anxious stomach made it difficult. Was I excited or scared? Both?
“I want to push your limits.” He unzipped my dress. “Your inexperience is arousing. I can mold you into anything I want you to be.”
“What do you want me to be?” My knees trembled when he tugged the dress down my back and over my hips.
“We’ll figure that out together.” He traced his finger along my spine. “No bra.”
“I don’t like them.”
“You’re perfect.” He caressed the side of my breasts before turning me to face him. “I’m going to own all of you.”
He took off his shirt, revealing his stunning chest and broad shoulders. The tattoos sprawled down his abs and disappeared into his pants. I studied the flesh canvas before me, making out a few shapes and symbols. The most prominent was a smoking gun with check marks beneath it. I counted five. What were they for?
“That’s a lot of ink,” I said.
“Do you like tattoos?”
“On you, I do.”
“I might like a few on you.” He ran his hand along my ribcage. “Tasteful and well-placed.”
He backed me against the bed until my legs hit the frame. I sat on the edge, and he dropped to the floor to take off my stilettos.
When he trailed his finger along the arch of my foot, I giggled. He gazed up at me and rewarded me with a boyish grin.
“You’re ticklish.”
“A little.”
He kissed his way up my calves, stopping between my legs and biting my inner thigh.
“Ouch!”
“That’s nothing compared to the pain I could inflict on you,” he said.
“Why do you want to hurt me?”
“Some pain might be pleasurable.” His lips curved into a devious smirk. “You’ll see.”
I leaned back on the mattress as he grasped either side of my thong and shimmied the lace down my legs before tossing it over his shoulder.
He spread my legs and swiped his tongue along my entrance. I arched my back, offering him more. He didn’t disappoint as he swirled his tongue inside me, triggering fierce charges of excitement to shudder through me.
“Marchello.” I ran my fingers through his hair while rocking my hips into his face. The arousal seeped out of me and trickled down my thighs as a rising sensation nagged for release.
Unlike the other night, he didn’t pull away. He rewarded me with all the glory his mouth could achieve, and before I could catch my breath, a wicked climax rattled me to my core, making me writhe and squirm against him.
“Leave your legs open,” he said. “I like the view.”
He got off his knees and stepped back, taking in my exposed body. A hint of embarrassment mixed with my arousal, but I quickly abandoned any apprehension when he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
He took his phone from his pocket and dropped it on the nightstand by the bed. As he reached down to remove his shoes and socks, he never took his eyes off me.
I’m the feast, and he isn’t finished with me.
Once he got rid of his remaining clothes, he joined me on the bed.
“I shouldn’t want you.” He swiped my hair to the side and kissed me, allowing me to taste my arousal on his tongue. “Not only are you the daughter of my enemy, but you’ve been promised to another man. A man who believes you’re a virgin.”
“I am a virgin.”
“That won’t be true in a few minutes.” He settled me into the pillows and got on top of me. “I’m breaking all kinds of rules with you.”
“You don’t seem like you follow the rules anyway.” I touched his face. “I don’t either. I don’t care about your feud with my father, and I’m certainly not going to allow him to use me as a bargaining chip.”
“Are you giving yourself to me because you’re mad at your father?”
“I want to be with you.”
“That’s not what I asked.” His jaw tightened as he narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care either way, but I want you to tell me the truth.”
“I should have the right to choose who I give myself to.” I ran my hand down his arm. “I want to decide who I share a bed with. Who touches me, who tastes me.”
“As long as you understand I’m not an easy man to deal with. My family comes first. They always will.” He pressed his lips to mine before hitching my legs over his hips. “That doesn’t mean that I can’t take care of you too, but you’re the one who will have to make the hard choices when the time calls for it.”
“What do you mean?”
Why was he bringing all of this up now? This conversation was too intense for a moment like this.
“Once we do this, your life will change. You’ll be of no use to your father and his alliance with Collins.” He traced his finger around my nipple and shifted his waist, wedging his length between us. “Your father will blame me for this. I can handle him, but can you own up to the consequences?”
“Will I be of use to you?”
Walking away from my father was no easy task, and some place deep in my heart, I hoped that there could be some sort of peaceful resolution between the two families. But Marchello was right. Once we consummated this unholy alliance, there would be no going back. The lines of battle would be drawn and my choice would be clear.
“I could lie and say no. I could tell you that this is nothing more than revenge against your father, but that’s not true.” He ran the tip of his length along my slit, and I tensed.
“It’s not?”
“No.” He pushed his fingers inside me, moving them deep. “I want you. Fuck the consequences.”
He nudged my legs apart with his knee, fingering me with skill and perfection.
“Marchello.” I moved my hips in time with his fingers, shedding any nerves I may have had about what we were about to do.
The weight of his body, his spice-scented skin, and the way his fingers worked inside me made my stomach flip and my arousal spike.
“I know you’re on birth control,” he whispered against my lips. “How come?”
“What?”
“Why are you on birth control?” He increased his pace with his fingers.
“Because my periods were too heavy and my cramps were painful.” I gripped his wrist, halting his actions. “How did you know I’m on birth control?”
“Oh, my little hostage.” He flicked his wrist and continued to finger me. “There isn’t anything I don’t know about you.”
“You had me investigated?” I tried to push him off me. “That’s intrusive.”
“Intrusive is showing up at my place of business and asking me to help you turn on your father.” He drew himself up onto his knees. “If we’re going to be together, I need to know what I’m getting myself into.”
“You could ask me.” How was he able to get access to my medical files? What else did he know about me?
“Where would be the fun in that?” He wrapped my legs around his hips. “Let’s stop talking and start fucking.”
He lowered himself onto me and reached between us, taking his length in his hand.
“Wait.”
“What is it?” He kissed me. “I can’t wait much longer.”
“You’re going to go slow, right?”
“Probably not.” He pushed his tip inside me. “Let me lead.”
“You mean let you take control.”
“I thought you said you didn’t need me to be gentle.”
“I don’t.” I tightened my hold around his waist, bracing myself for what was to come. “I need you.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “I promise.”
He took my wrists in his free hand and held them above my head, pinning them into the pillow as he swiveled his pelvis and inched inside me.
I squirmed against his hold, clenching around his massive erection as he swept his lips along my neck and to my breasts.
“You have to relax. I’ll try to be mindful of your inexperience.” He released my hands and trailed his fingers down my sides and to my hips. “You’re so tight.”
When he thrust forward, I cried out and grasped his shoulder. I fought against the intrusion, trying to push him out of me, but he held his ground with his firm strokes.
“I’m almost there,” he said.
“You’re not completely in?”
“You’ll know when I am, sweetheart.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on the warmth of his skin and the burn that his stubble left against my jaw. After a few minutes, his strained groans turned to low, long moans.
As we moved in sync, I realized we were one. The painful sensation and the fear of him hurting me subsided, and pleasure replaced it.
He hoisted my leg over his hip, driving deeper. Then he pulled out and slammed back in, creating a pleasant friction between my legs. His harsh grip on my flesh and his bites to my lips and neck would leave me bruised and swollen, but knowing he had claimed all of me made it worth it.
“Lissia.” He took my face between his hands and gazed into my eyes. “You belong to me.”
I nodded.
“Say it.” He attacked my mouth with his. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I moaned. “Only yours.”
I couldn’t fully comprehend what stating those words would mean for my future, but I meant them. Belonging to a man like Marchello empowered me. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t accomplish while I stood by his side.
When he twisted my hair around his fingers and tugged my lips to his, something inside me broke loose. My stomach muscles coiled tight as he pounded into me. In all the fantasies I’d had about my first time, I never imagined it could be this way. He was rough and unforgiving, but it was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
I wanted Marchello Accetti to be unapologetically him. I was his to take and to do what he pleased. And in return, he gave me everything I could have desired.
“Oh…” I cried out when my body heaved against his, exploding around his shaft.
“Fuck!” His booming voice bounced off the walls.
He kissed me with enough force to push me into the mattress as he released a warm jet of his pleasure inside me. He frantically moved his hips until he was sated and empty.
“Wow.” I grasped at the comforter beneath me.
“Did you like that, princess?” He stroked my cheek.
“Yes.” I leaned into his hand that rested on my face. “Was it… I mean, did you enjoy it?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” He rolled off me and turned on his side, moving me so I could face him. “You’re amazing.”
“I want to be enough for you, Marchello.”
“Oh, you’re enough alright.” He winked. “A real handful.”
“I’m trying to be serious.” I smacked his shoulder. “I know what you’re sacrificing by being here with me.”
“You don’t need to concern yourself with that. I’ll handle my business and protect you too.” He caressed my hair, then kissed me. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I want to take care of you too.”
“Just be there when I need you and try not to give me any trouble.”
“I’ll try.” I smiled. “But I can’t make any promises.”
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it and glanced at the screen before sitting up and answering it.
“Milo,” he said. “What’s up?”
I tried not to be offended that he answered the phone minutes after what we had just shared because I knew it was business. And in his world, business came first. But it still stung a little.
That feeling was soon replaced with alarm when Marchello shouted into the phone.
“Fuck, no!”