Chapter 5
Marco
On the journey home from Lorenzo’s party, I get a phone call.
“Boss. The feds are here. Full riot team ready to raid. What should we do?”
“Shit.” That Lorenzo bastard. “Can you get out?”
“No, we are completely surrounded,” my warehouse manager confirms.
“Usual rules apply. We do not harm law enforcement. Go quietly, and give no comment until I can get a legal team there.” I end the call. “Take me back to Lorenzo. I am going to kill him,” I fire at Van in the driver's seat.
“Not a chance. I’m taking you home. We need to find out what Lorenzo’s end game is. We need to be careful.”
As much as I want to rip Lorenzo’s head off, I know Van is right. But Lorenzo will get what is coming to him. My mind is buzzing when Van stops the car in front of my house.
“Go and do your shit. Release that anger. I’ll check in later.”
When I get into my house, I think about going down to my work room. There is usually someone down there being taught a lesson they'll never forget—or recover from. But carrying out torture doesn’t seem to have the same effect on me anymore. I used to be able to feel the release of tension with each limb I removed or organ I took out. Now it doesn’t have the same effect or appeal. No, now there is only one thing that relaxes me, only one thing I can think of doing. I pick up my car keys and head over to Mia’s.
My arrangement with Mia started a few years ago, when I was working as an underboss for Leonardo Guerra. We have known each other all our lives.
The status of being a Guerra means that women are readily available to you at all times. But their easiness and eagerness to please soon gets boring. After a drunken night where Mia Alboni ended up in my bed, I realized there is more to sex than just blowing my load. Mia makes me work for her pleasure, and in turn I feel more once I achieve it. Mia had had enough of men wanting more from her, and I definitely didn’t want anything more outside of the bedroom, so it seemed like the perfect solution.
I’m already feeling less like a bomb about to explode when I turn into Mia’s driveway. That is until I see a car belonging to Detective Rossini.
The anger is now back, but it is joined by something else, another feeling I have not experienced around anyone but Mia. She makes me crazy on another level. We have an arrangement. And that arrangement does not involve detectives.
Mia
“Marco!” I scream over Ross’s shoulder.
Ross stops his kissing and looks at me with a frown. “I’m Ross.”
Pushing him off me, I storm over to Marco.“What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
Marco looks at me with disgust.“Put some clothes on!” he orders.
Oh no, he does not get to break into my home and tell me what to do. Stepping back from him, I unclip my bra. I then slowly let the straps slide down my arms, and my breasts appear in full view. I can see the anger intensifying in Marcos eyes. Marco moves around me, shielding my body from Ross.
“Leave now!” Marco commands to a shocked-looking Ross.
“No. I’m not leaving Mia here with you.” Ross stands in front of Marco, trying his best to look brave. Ross is a big, well-built guy. To any regular man, he would look quite threatening. But next to Marco, he may as well be a child.
Recognising the growl coming from deep within Marco, I step in before Ross loses his life. “Please just go, Ross. I am absolutely fine, I promise.”
Ross stares at Marco and then back at me. He knows he doesn’t have much option, really. Theres no way he could take on Marco.
His shoulders sag and his head bows slightly in defeat. “Okay, but only if you’re sure?”
“I am. I will ring you later to check in. Now please just go.”
I pick up his shirt and tie and hand them to him as he leaves the room. The second he is out, Marco slams the door with both hands, then he stays there for a moment, his head resting on the door. He growls in anger, and he headbutts the door, banging his fists as he does.
“I told you to stay away from him. Why do you disobey me?!” he says, still standing with his head leaning against the door. He can’t look at me.
“You don’t own me, Marco. You cannot tell me what to do. How dare you break into my home like this and violate my privacy.”
He still doesn’t turn around. “He was touching you. Kissing you.” His voice gets louder and angrier.
“I’m not listening to this.” I make my way to my bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“For a shower. And you better be gone when I get out.”
After slamming the door, I turn the lock quickly so he can’t follow me in. I’m so mad with him, I could scream. I rip off my thong and throw it in anger, then get under the steaming shower. The water is slightly too hot, but I don’t care. I force my head under and let the heat cover my body in goosebumps. I’ve let Marco get too close, and now he thinks he can control me. I need to push back. But thought of not being with him again pulls at my insides. This is such a mess. I should have known he would start to control me—or try to, anyway.
“Arrrgh!” I scream in madness, banging the shower screen, causing it to crack. “Shit.”
A second later the door crashes open, wrenching from its hinges to fall flat on the bathroom floor. I just look at a Marco and shake my head. Seriously?
“I heard a scream.”
Turning away from him without responding, I grab my shampoo and start to wash my hair. Hopefully if I ignore him, he will go. No such luck. When I open my eyes after finishing my hair care routine, I notice him sitting on my toilet, lid down, head in his hands. After turning off the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and step out in front of him. The bathroom is full of steam and the air is thick.
“What’s wrong, Marco?”
It takes him a minute to answer, so I dry myself while I wait. Eventually after a big sigh, he looks up. “You were right. It was a trap.”
He stands up and paces up and down my bathroom. Now, my bathroom isn’t small, but Marco makes me feel claustrophobic.
“Come into the bedroom.”
I take his hand and guide him into my room. My silk robe is on my chair, so I wrap that around me and remove my towel.
Marco continues. “While we were at the event, Lorenzo’s men raided the warehouse at the docks as well as the underground casino in town. Nobody saw them coming, and I’d removed all the security and sent them to Villa Mico to that stupid event!”
He’s furious, his vein bulges out of his forehead and runs all the way down into his neck. Worrying he might have an aneurysm, I put my hands on his arms and rub gently up and down while I guide him to sit in my chair.
“Why would he do this?” I ponder. “The police and the Guerra have always worked alongside each other. Does he want to start a war?” I’m now pacing up and down. I don’t understand. I knew Lorenzo was up to something, but I thought he was trying to cause trouble for us with rival organisations, not this. He has just changed the whole structure of the way the Guerra runs, the way we have worked for generations. This is not good.
“Lorenzo will pay for this. I will make him pay.” Marco’s body fills my armchair. He looks like a wild beast eager to hunt. Each muscle in his body is tensed and ready to be used to its full potential. I watch him tilt his head from side to side as he cracks his neck. While doing so, his eyes are on mine. He stands up and moves towards me until he is towering above me. “But first, I need to teach you a lesson.”
“And what lesson might that be?” I ask, trying to keep my voice as steady as I can, ignoring the fact that my whole body is buzzing with tingles from his words.
“That you belong to me.”
“I do not belong to anyone, Marco.”
“Oh, but you do. You just haven’t realised it yet.”
Leaning down, he kisses my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth. In an instant, he has removed my robe before I can even register what he is doing.
Standing back from me, he looks my body up and down. “Just look how your body reacts to me.”
I know exactly what he is talking about: goose-pimpled skin, hard nipples.
“And if I dip my finger into your centre, I bet I will find you dripping.” He groans his last word.
“It’s just sex, Marco,” I reply, not believing a word. I hate that it has turned into more. It's not what I wanted.
A smirk crosses his face. “You know that’s not true, Mia. Don’t you lie to me.”
Cupping my face with both hands, he smashes his lips into mine. My mouth opens willingly for him, my knees go weak, and the fireworks of tingling and shivers that only arouse when I’m with Marco begin. He moves his hands lower, massaging my breasts and squeezing my nipples, which sends flushes of heat to my core. He moves both hands to my bum, and cupping my cheeks, he lifts me. My legs automatically go around him. Still kissing him, I move my way up his body so my arms are round his neck.
I can’t get enough of him; it seems he feels the same. Our kissing is desperate. We are hungry for each other. His hands are in my hair, holding my head to his mouth. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. He backs me up against the wall, knocking a picture off in the process. Our bodies grind into each other of their own accord. It’s like an instinct that takes over when we are together.
“I need you. I need more of you,” I gasp.
Not needing to ask him twice, I am spun around and thrown onto my bed, where I lie completely naked in front of Marco, who is still, to my disappointment, fully dressed.
“Open wide for me,” he instructs.
“Take off your clothes,” I push back.
Marco rips open his shirt, losing a few buttons in the process, and discards it onto the floor. “Now open,” he pleads, but I cross my legs.
“Trousers too. I want to see all of you.”
With a growl and a scowl, he quickly removes his remaining clothing. Without warning he dives onto the bottom of the bed. He grabs me by the ankles and slides me down towards him. I laugh in surprise. He has a mischievous look on his face.
“I said, open.” Marco opens my legs with my ankles, his face diving in-between them. His tongue slips through my centre, and he rubs his bearded chin on my clitoris, making my body jump with the sensitive pleasure. “This is mine. Tell me this is mine,” Marco demands, but the pleasure I feel is so intense, I can’t speak.
His tongue works gently, lapping at my core, then he presses his bearded mouth against me, massaging round and around, giving the most pleasurable friction. Then, before it gets too much, his tongue is back, and the whole process starts again. I’m in heaven. My legs start to shake and my body bucks with intense pleasure. Just as I’m going over the edge, it stops.
Marco leans over me. “Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours.” I would literally agree to anything right now.
Marco squints at me, he doesn’t fully believe me. I feel him line himself up, and he swipes his tip up through my centre, coating himself in my arousal. I open my legs, ready for the fulfilling pleasure about to begin.
Staring into my eyes, he says, “You belong to me.” As he speaks, he thrusts, opening, stretching, and filling me.
My mouth opens with a moan of pleasure, and the look of joy on Marcos’s face pulls at my chest. Putting my hands around his head, I pull him to me, our lips crashing together again, consuming each other’s moan of passion. My legs wrap around him—it’s like I can’t get close enough. I need more of him. He thrusts and thrusts, his tip rubbing against that glorious spot deep inside me.
“More, I need more,” I gasp into his mouth.
Taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he pulls our mouths away from each other. I’m missing his lips immediately, but then he puts my legs over his shoulders, and… “Oh yes, that’s it.”
He is inside me to the brim, his pubic bone creating the friction I need to tip me over the edge. It builds, and I cry out.
“Look at me!” he orders.
I see the euphoria on his face. He pounds with force. He’s like an animal, and I absolutely love it.
“Now!” he bellows.
Our moans and groans and cries of pleasure surely will be heard from outside, but I don’t care. I’m in another world, a place of extreme pleasure where I have only ever been with Marco—a I place where only he and I exist. Our bodies buck and shake in the aftermath. The sounds coming from Marco in his pleasure fill me with joy. I could get off from his noises alone.
Relaxing into my bed, I close my eyes, enjoying the satisfaction my whole body feels. Waiting for Marco to remove himself, I’m surprised to feel him kissing my feet. Opening my eyes, I see Marco holding my feet still propped on his shoulders, kissing my soles with his eyes closed. Something quite intimate that he has never done before. I lay still for a moment, watching him. Taking a deep breath with his last kiss, he savours the smell of my feet. I’m glad I have just showered. A smile I don’t see often fills his face. He puts my big toe in his mouth and sucks hard, making a loud popping sound as he releases.
“From the tips of your toes…” He kisses along my shin and up to my thigh. “… all the way…” He continues kissing up my body until he reaches the top of my head, where he lingers with a bigger kiss. “… to the top of your head….” He then brings his nose to touch mine, our eyes connected. “Is mine!” he booms, giving me one last thrust before he pulls out and walks to the bathroom.
The reminder of our passion leaks from between my legs a feeling I’m not used to.
“I’ll get the doctor to prescribe you the morning-after pill, you don’t want to be seen in the chemist” he shouts as he closes the door.
I roll my eyes as I get up and follow him in.