Epilogue
LYLA
Three weeks later
I wake to the sense of something cool and metallic gliding onto my finger. Disoriented in unfamiliar surroundings, I blink away the remnants of sleep before my gaze falls to the engagement ring adorning my left hand. The dazzling stones catch the morning sunlight that streams into the penthouse bedroom.
A mixture of confusion and curiosity washes over me as I turn my head, finding Marco lying beside me. His deep brown eyes regard me with anticipation, his normally stern features softened in the golden glow.
“Awfully bold to assume I’d marry you without asking,” I tease, the playful lilt of my groggy voice filling the room.
The corners of his mouth twitch upward when he taps my nose. “It’s cute you think you get a choice.”
My eyebrow arches with amusement, and the spark of challenge ignites inside me. “Is that so? What if I say no ?”
He rolls on top of me, nudging my legs apart with his thighs and wedging himself between them. The tension surrounding us thickens, as does his cock while it’s nestled against my pussy. Lifting my newly embellished hand to his lips, Marco presses a kiss to my knuckles, just above the diamond and platinum ring.
Then he locks his eyes on mine, his gaze so intense I wouldn’t dare to look away. “Never doubt that I’ll do everything in my power to make you mine, Lyla. A wedding is a mere formality. You’ve belonged to me since the moment we met.” The air crackles with electricity as his eyes darken with need. “Come here,” he commands, his voice low and rough.
I shiver at the possessiveness in his tone, and without hesitation, I lean into his touch when he pulls me in for a kiss. His lips are demanding yet tender as he explores my mouth and leaves me breathless. The banter from moments before is all but forgotten as our connection shifts into something more carnal, more erotic. I surrender to the force of his desire, allowing it to wash over me like a tidal wave that takes me under.
“I need to get inside you,” Marco growls against my lips, his hands roaming my body with unrestrained hunger. He traces the curve of my hip before skating his hand lower, teasing the sensitive skin above my pussy.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice thick with lust. “Don’t make me wait.”
My eyelids flutter closed when he massages my clit with his thumb, then drags the tip of his finger up and down my slit. My arousal builds, coating his digits before he slips two of them into my center. I arch into his touch and roll my hips with each pump of his hand.
“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Your cunt keeps sucking my fingers back in.”
My thighs tremble while he shifts down the bed, hovering over my glistening pussy and relishing my scent. He closes his eyes for a moment before devouring me with his hot, wet mouth. Exhilaration consumes me, and I gasp out a loud moan, gripping the sheets until my knuckles turn white.
This man is relentless, his tongue and lips working in tandem to drive me insane with pleasure. He knows exactly where to touch me, how much pressure to apply, and when to change things up just enough to keep me on edge. It’s divine torture, and I relish every second of it.
“Please, let me come,” I beg, my voice strained as my climax builds. The deep timbre of his chuckle vibrates against my delicate flesh. Then he doubles his efforts, swirling his tongue around my clit while thrusting a third finger inside me.
My toes curl when the dam breaks, and I cry out his name as waves of ecstasy crash over me. He continues to lavish my pussy with attention, my muscles quivering while he draws out every last tremor of my orgasm. I come down from the blissful high, marveling at the way he dominates my body.
Marco crawls up my body, resting his weight on his palms. His mouth and chin glossy from my climax. “You gonna let me fuck your tight little ass now? Show your future husband how good you can take this dick.”
I tense at the thought, but the apprehension quickly passes when I remember how good it’s felt every time he fucked me with various plugs, each one increasing in size. He’s been working me up to this moment ever since I told him I wanted to try it.
I roll onto my belly, planting my knees on the bed with my round ass high in the air.
“There she is. There’s my good girl.” He leans toward the nightstand and retrieves the lube from the drawer. The thick gel is cold when he dribbles it over my puckered hole, massaging the liquid over that tight ring while coating his dick with his other hand.
He tosses the bottle onto the mattress before spreading my cheeks wide. I’m embarrassed at being exposed with nowhere to hide, until his appraisal soothes me like a balm.
“Every inch of you is beautiful, even your rosebud asshole. Look how pretty you are, offering that ass to me while your pussy gapes open and drips your cum onto the sheets. So fucking perfect and all mine.”
Anticipation builds with each breath as I rest my face against the bed.
After moving in closer, Marco rubs the fat tip of his dick over my lubed hole. “Relax for me, Princess. Let me in. Push out just like I taught you.”
I breathe through the discomfort as he rubs slow, warm circles over my lower back with his hand while guiding his long, girthy cock into my forbidden entrance.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and my hands clench the sheets. “I can’t, Marco. I?—”
“You can and you will, baby. You can take me. All of me.”
I swallow thickly and close my eyes, willing my muscles to loosen.
He makes shallow thrusts, easing himself farther and farther inside me. “That’s it. Such a good girl taking this big dick in your ass. Fuck.”
My body goes slack as pain turns to pleasure, and he fills me up completely. His balls slap against my clit, the added stimulation making my pussy clench. “More. I need more.”
“I knew you’d like it, baby. Wish you could see how sexy you are with your ass full of my cock.”
Sweat blooms on my skin and heat rises to the surface. I rock into him, meeting every drive of his hips and wanting every inch of his huge dick inside me. I cry out, mumbling incoherent words while my mind drifts off to a euphoric place.
Marco groans and it echoes in the room. “Fuck. I’m gonna fill your tight hole with cum.” Our bodies slam together, the loud smacks of skin on skin heightening my arousal. “Tell me you want it, Princess. Let me hear you.”
“Please. Please…”
“Please what, baby?” he grunts, his movements becoming erratic as he deepens his strokes.
“I want… I want your cum,” I pant while burying my face in the sheets.
His hands squeeze my plush hips. “Rub your clit for me. I wanna feel those sweet fucking tremors when I shoot my cum into your ass.”
The sensations are overwhelming, but I manage to reach beneath myself and circle my fingertips over that swollen bundle of nerves. I add more pressure and seconds later, I’m shooting off into space, catapulting toward pure rapture.
“Marco!” His name is exalted when it passes over my lips.
He pulls my hips toward him while ramming his thick cock into my ass. Then he holds me still before releasing a loud, throaty groan and spilling himself inside me. I feel the subtle twitches of each spurt until his dick softens and he eases out of me. I’m burning up as I lie on the bed, my ass still in the air while he caresses my smooth skin.
“You did so good, baby. So fucking hot watching you take all of me.”
A weak smile forms on my lips while I catch my breath, until I startle when he grazes my sensitive pussy. I glance at him over a shoulder with a lift of an eyebrow.
“My cum is dripping out of you. Didn’t want your cunt to get jealous.”
I don’t even know how to respond to that while he continues to smear his release over both my holes.
After we finally calm down, we collapse on the bed and Marco tugs me into his side. The rhythmic beating of his heart lulls me into a peaceful daze while he traces invisible patterns on my skin.
I stare at him, admiring his strong profile and handsome face before gazing at my new engagement ring. “He’s going to come back, isn’t he?”
Accepting Marco’s ring means accepting my place in his life, a perilous world where we could be taken from each other at any time.
“Who?” He knits his brows together as he gazes back at me.
“Liam. He’ll send more men until he gets what he wants.”
Marco wraps me in his arms and kisses the top of my head. “Do you believe me when I tell you that I’ll always protect you?”
“Yes. I’ve seen you do it.”
His tone is callous when he asks the next question. “And do you believe that I’d destroy anyone who ever dared to hurt you?”
I respond with a nod, having seen the dead bodies at the estate before we left. The house was ruined, but Marco seemed unfazed, vowing to restore the home to the way it was, if not better than before.
“Then trust that the situation has been resolved and you needn’t worry about Liam Donohue.” He reclines against the pillows with a hand behind his head.
I mull over his words. “Resolved… Like how you resolved my father?”
Marco barks out a laugh, as if taking lives is as normal as changing his socks. “Yes, something like that.” He chuckles.
I’m still not sure how I feel about his criminal activities or his ruthless sense of justice. But I know he’s good to me, and I don’t want to be without him.
He lifts my chin until my gaze meets his. “The only thing you need to worry about is how much I love you.”
“You promise you love me?” Of course, he does. He just put a huge diamond ring on my finger. It’s still nice to hear him say it, though.
Marco’s eyes darken as they stare into mine. “I love you more than you could ever dream possible.”
My face relaxes into an adoring smile. “I love you too… future husband.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He might like being called my future husband, but not as much I’ll enjoy being his wife.