Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Ciara
Marco storms inside our house, breathing heavy. I give him a wide berth in case he tries to hit me but Marco has never hurt me, not even when he could have.
“All you wanted was my attention?” he asks.
“Yes,” I admit in a whisper. “I didn’t know you were going to kill him. You can’t blame that on me.”
“I told you to never flirt with another man!” he shouts, whirling around to face me.
“Why does it bother you so much? You don’t want anything to do with me. Who cares if I flirt with another man?”
“I care!”
“Then tell me why,” I demand.
He shakes his head roughly, stepping away from me. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes. It does. Clearly it does. You killed a man because I flirted with him. That’s deranged.”
“You wanted me dead.”
“I know. That was because I didn’t want to marry you.
I’m not pretending to be a good person. I did want you dead but then I didn’t.
However, now I’m starting to regret vouching for you with my brother.
You killed that man, Marco. I just wanted your attention.
I thought we would leave and you would touch me again like you did last night. I never thought you would kill him!”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “That’s what you wanted? For me to touch you again?”
“Yes. I liked it.” No point in denying anything now.
“No. I loved it. I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t want you to keep pushing me away.
I know you don’t trust me and you have no reason to trust me.
I can’t blame you for that. But I am sorry, ok?
I never should have asked my brother to kill you.
I didn’t want him too. Not after you saved my life.
But you shouldn’t have killed that man just because I flirted with him. That’s not normal.”
“Nothing we do is normal. We’re the mafia, Ciara. Our world is always fucked up.”
“You’re right. Fine. But –,”
“No buts,” he says, stepping closer to me. I don’t back away. “You went to the trouble of flirting with another man just to get my attention?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to want me. Because I don’t want to live my life alone. I thought I would get a rise out of you and that would be that.”
“You wanted a rise out of me?” He grabs my hips and pulls me flush against him right before he consumes my lips in another passionate kiss.
I can’t stop the moan that escapes me as I lean into him.
Marco grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, loving how close we feel.
I should be terrified of Marco after he killed that man but I was ready to kill Marco once. I’m not a good person either.
He walks us to the couch and sets me down. I gasp when he pulls my hips to the edge of the couch and kneels down before me. The sight of this powerful man kneeling in front of me is too much to handle. I can’t make sense of it.
Marco shoves my dress up and pulls my panties down in one quick motion. I can’t stop the arousal that gushes out of me. Never have I felt this alive – this awake – from someone’s touch before.
He grips my thighs and spreads them wide. I don’t say a word. I want to experience this. I want to experience all of this.
He locks his eyes with mine right before he lowers his face between my legs.
I let out a moan the moment his lips find my sensitive nub.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
My fingers are nothing like Marco’s tongue.
It’s softer but also more firm the way he’s flicking and licking at my clit.
My head drops back as my hips buck into his face. He licks he harder as his hands hold my thighs in place. I can’t stop the moans from escaping me. I’ve never been a shy woman. Let the whole world hear how good Marco is making me feel. I could get lost in this sensation for the rest of my life.
Marco lets out a low growl as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth.
He clearly knows what he’s doing. How to lick my clit.
How to gently pull on it and flick it with his tongue.
How tightly his hands grip my thighs. I might bruise and I honestly don’t care.
I want to get lost in this pleasure for the rest of my life.
My hips buck harder against his face. This was the exact response I had been hoping for. I never expected Marco to kill that man. What is he keeping from me that he would do that?
Right now, I don’t care. All I can think about is the hot pleasure he is showing my body.
“Look at me,” he commands before running his tongue over me again.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze, feeling lightheaded. A gasp escapes me when his tongue finds my entrance. He pushes his tongue inside of me slowly. God, it feels like heaven on this earth.
Marco pulses his tongue in and out of me, driving me wild. “You wanted this?” he asks after pulling his tongue out. He plants a kiss on each of my inner thighs. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “I needed this. God, I needed this.”
He brings his tongue back to my clit and flicks over it, again and again and again until I feel like I might lose my mind for real.
My hands find my breasts. My nipples are sensitive, even through my bra. I have to get it out of the way. I need to feel completely free for once in my life.
I shove the top of my dress down and discard my bra.
Marco’s eyes darken as he licks me harder.
My hips have a mind of their own as they buck into his face.
I don’t care if I seem wild and unhinged.
I’ve always wanted to explore sex but my dad never let me date.
But now, I get the chance to and I never want this to end.
I cup my breasts and give them a squeeze. My thumbs run over my nipples. What would it be like for Marco to touch me all over? To fully consume me? This man I hate and yet, I’m utterly drawn to. None of it makes sense and at the same time, it’s the answer to everything.
Marco makes a dark noise as I play with my breasts. His tongue is like a lightning bolt, hitting my clit over and over again. I can’t take much more. I’m going to lose my mind completely.
He sits back and brings his finger right to my clit, pressing down on it.
That’s what sends me over the edge.
I cry out as I come, shuddering and shaking.
Marco brings his mouth back to my nub, licking it as I ride out my orgasm.
It takes a long time for my body to calm down.
He kisses up my body until he reaches my breasts.
His lips claim one of my nipples, running his tongue over the bud.
I moan once more. I never knew I was so sensitive here but feeling Marco’s touch on my breast makes it hard to even breathe.
He lets go of my nipple and kisses up my neck until his lips reach mine. “I could fuck you right now. If you wanted it.”
Do I want it? Right in this moment, I know I do. I’d let Marco do whatever dirty thing he wanted to do to me if it meant more pleasure.
“I could truly claim you as mine,” he says darkly.
I lean into his lips and give him a sloppy kiss.
My body is tired and spent. My mind is confused all over again.
I want to be with Marco while I also hate him.
He killed a man for flirting with me. That’s insane and yet…
I also love how possessive he is. It means he cares for me.
He doesn’t just see this marriage as a political alliance. It means he sees it as more.
“I…” I start to say when the sound of a phone buzzing startles me. My phone is on the couch beside me. Cormac’s name is on the front.
“Don’t answer it,” Marco warns.
“It could be an emergency.”
Marco sighs and pulls away from me. The dark look he gives my entire body makes me want to tell him to claim me right here and now. But my family is still my family and if Cormac is calling me, there could be a problem.
I fix my dress and pull my panties back up. Marco turns away from me as I answer my brother’s call. “Cormac? What’s going on?”
“What do you mean? I just wanted to call my sister and see how she’s doing.”
“I’m on my honeymoon.”
“Exactly. That bastard is probably torturing you. I’m coming to take you home.”
I sit up straight in my seat. “What do you mean? You’re coming… here?”
“Yes. I’ve already arrived in Rome. Dad told me the address of the place you’re staying at.”
“Dad told you? Really? After you tried to kill Marco?”
Cormac hesitates. “Fine. He didn’t tell me. But I found the address. I’m on my way. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“You can’t come here, Cormac. It’s my honeymoon. I’m not going back to New York today.”
“Yes, you are. I will not stand back and let that filthy Italian put his hands all over you. I’m coming to save you. Isn’t that what you want? You never wanted this marriage.”
Not at first but now… If Marco would just open up to me, I wouldn’t be upset about being married to him. Not if we continued the way we did today.
“Don’t come here, Cormac.”
“Too late. I will not let you be defiled by that man.” He hangs up before I can say another word.
“What’s going on?” Marco asks, keeping his back to me.
I sigh, setting my phone down. “Cormac is here. In Rome.”
That gets Marco to face me again. “What?”
“He’s on his way here. He wants to take me back home.”
“He’s not going to stop, is he?”
“You don’t think he’s going to try and kill you again?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Did you ask him too?”
I flinch. “That’s not fair. I didn’t ask him too.”
“Isn’t it fair? You wanted me dead at one point.”
“But not anymore,” I snap. “How can I make you see it? I let you touch me. If I hated you so much, I never would have let you put your mouth on me. You have to see that.”
Marco drops his gaze, glaring at the floor. What is on his mind? I would give anything to know.
“My brother will be here in an hour. Don’t kill him. Please.”
“If he tries to kill me, I will defend myself.”
“I know. But let me talk to Cormac first. I’ll make him see reason. Stay out of this.”
“I’ll try,” Marco spits out. “But I can’t make any promises.”
“You made a promise to me when you married me. We have to learn to trust each other.”
“Trust is a hard thing to earn and it’s an easy thing to lose. I’ve learned that the hard way.” He motions at me. “I’ll let you talk to your brother first. But if he tries to kill me again, I can’t say I won’t kill him.”
Dread forms in my stomach and there’s no getting rid of it.