Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Ciara
When I return home, Marco confronts me in the entranceway. “Where were you?”
“Do you really have the right to ask me that? You’re in love with another woman. You don’t get a say in my life.”
“I am not in love with her, Ciara.”
“Really? But you’re so obsessed with wanting Will Taylor dead – the man she ended up with. How is that not love?” I try walking past him but Marco grabs my arm.
“You are still mine.”
“I never wanted to be.”
“You didn’t seem upset by the idea when my mouth was on your pussy.”
I flush at the memory. An arousal forms between my legs. I wish I could feel it again but the last thing I want is Marco touching me knowing he has feelings for another woman. “That was before I found out you’re still in love with another woman.”
“I told you,” he growls. “I never loved her.”
“So then why do you want Will dead so badly?”
He hesitates, unable to give me an answer, and proving my point.
“See?” I say, ripping my arm from his hand.
“You don’t get to walk away.” He follows right behind me, not giving me any space.
“And you don’t get to control my life. You gave me hope, Marco. Hope that we could maybe make this work and that’s the saddest part of all.”
“Need I remind you that you wanted me dead at one point? Neither one of us is an angel.”
“Fine,” I snap, whirling around to face him. “I know I’m not perfect and I never expected you to be either. But it hurts knowing you’re on this revenge path because of another woman.”
“Will left me for dead. I want him gone for that reason.”
“…And because he took Gianna, who you wanted to make yours.”
He runs his hand down his face. “Fine. Yes. That’s the other reason but not the only reason. I do want Will dead because he shot me. I do want Enzo dead because he betrayed me when he worked with the Bratva.”
“And now you’re married to an Irish woman. You’re a hypocrite, Marco. Leave me alone.” I turn away from him but he grabs my arm once more.
“No,” he growls. “I will not lose another woman. I said you’re mine, Ciara.”
“You can’t just will it into existence.”
“I can.” He grabs my face and plants his lips on mine. I stiffen for just a moment before I let myself sink into his kiss. It feels too good to pull away.
I was denied intimacy because of my dad. I cannot deny now that I’m desperate for it and I need Marco to touch me again. I need him to make me believe that he wants me for me and isn’t still hung up on another woman.
He grabs my hips, pulling me flush against him. I let out a gasp, opening my lips wider, which allows his tongue to slip into my mouth. Our kiss becomes passionate and dark, like each of us is trying to gain the upper hand. He walks me backwards until my spine touches the wall.
I can’t stop myself from letting out a moan as he kisses along my neck and chest until he kneels before me. The sight of him on his knees makes me want to cry. Why can’t he let go of his obsession? Why can’t I be good enough?
Marco pushes my dress up and pulls my panties down in one quick motion. I press my legs together to help with the arousal coursing through me. It’s too much.
He locks eyes with mine as he pushes my legs open and plants his face right between them. I moan when his lips find my clit and flick it. My hips buck forward. God, this feels amazing. I was so close to giving Marco my entire body back in Italy before Cormac got in the way.
But now, can I still give him all of me when I know I don’t have all of him?
He grips the back of my thighs as he runs his mouth and tongue over my folds. My hands find the back of his head and hold him close. I need this more than I’m willing to admit. I need connection. I need… love.
“Oh,” I moan when his tongue enters me. My hips roll around, desperate for more. Desperate for him – for the man who has feelings for another woman.
Then again, he said he didn’t love her. That she was just a pawn. But I was also a pawn for him to get close to my dad.
That thought makes me grab his hair and pull his head back. Marco glares up at me.
“You are mine,” he says.
“I don’t want to be,” I lie.
He grabs my hips and lowers me to the ground. I gasp as he spreads my legs wide and plants his face back between them. His lips are working overtime on my clit. His tongue his like a machine as he flicks and licks and teases my body.
I moan again, dropping my head back. “I don’t want to be a pawn,” I cry out. “I want to be more.”
Marco picks up the intensity of his mouth, running it all along my folds. He pushes his tongue back into me, moving it in and out, making a gush of arousal hit me. It coats my inner thighs.
“Oh,” I cry out. My hands find my breasts and squeeze them. I want to get lost in Marco’s touch. I want to forget all about who he is, who he wants, who I am to him. I just want to be.
Marco’s tongue finds my clit and flicks it over and over and over… until I finally lose control.
My orgasm hits me like a sudden wave, making me shiver and shake. He plants a kiss to each of my inner thighs before sitting up. His hand cups my entire pussy.
“You are mine,” he says darkly, running his palm between my legs. I’m sensitive and puffy and swollen and I need more.
I let my legs part wider as I stare up at him. Neither one of us says a word as his fingers work between my legs. When his thumb finds my clit and rolls it around, I know I won’t be able to resist him. This man who confuses me. Who I wanted dead and now who I want to be mine.
He says I am his but Marco can never be mine – not when he still can’t let go of the past.
I moan when his finger slides into me.
“You’re so tight,” he growls. “My cock will barely be able to fit.”
My inner walls clamp down around his finger at the thought of him being inside of me. “Marco,” I gasp out.
“Tell me this feels good.” He curls his finger inside of me, touching the perfect spot within myself. I let myself get lost in the pleasure.
My hips have a mind of their own as they buck into his hand, desperate for more. I never knew I needed another person’s touch this much. I was denied it for so long. I’m tired of denying myself now.
“Oh,” I moan, my hips rolling against his hand. I shove my dress down and unclasp my bra, getting it out of my way. Clothes feel too restrictive right now.
What I want is to be free.
Marco’s eyes darken as he looks at my bare breasts before he leans down and captures one of my nipples into his mouth. My moans fill the air. Marco pleasures my breast as his hand works wonders between my legs.
“I need…” I gasp. “Oh…”
“You need my cock in you,” he says in a dark tone. It only makes me more turned on. “Say it. Say you need my cock in you.”
I hesitate. To give my entire body over to Marco will mean giving all of myself over to him. And I’m not sure I can do that when he wants revenge on the man who stole the woman he wanted.
“Say it,” he demands, rubbing my clit harder while his other finger pulses in and out of me.
“Don’t go after Will,” I say. “And then I’ll say it.”
His expression darkens before he kisses me deeply. My hands find his chest. He’s still fully clothed. It dawns on me then that I’ve never seen him naked before. Marco is still holding himself back from me and it hurts more than I care to admit.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” he says against my lips.
“And you can’t tell me what to do.”
“I can. Come for me. Now, Ciara. Now.” He presses down on my clit, making my hips buck up. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
He sits up and in one quick motion, rolls me onto my stomach and spreads my legs and cups my pussy again. Before I know what’s happening, he spanks my ass. It doesn’t hurt but it’s a warning – he wants to tell me what to do.
I hate him for it while at the same time, I can’t deny how good it feels.
He spanks me again as he plays with my pussy. I roll my hips down against his hand, seeking more friction.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Now.” He spanks me once more as his entire palm presses against my swollen clit.
I can’t stop the sudden rush of pleasure that hits me. I moan through my release.
Marco keeps his hand between my legs for a moment longer before he lets me go. I sink into the floor, catching my breath. “You are mine.”
A sudden flare of anger hits me. “But you’re not mine,” I say, pushing myself up. Quickly, I fix my dress and pull my panties back up. “You want Will dead because of Gianna. How is that supposed to make me feel?”
“Like I said –,”
“Will left you for dead. I get that. And that would be one thing but you also want to go after him because of Gianna. You can’t deny it.
It upsets you that you didn’t get her. It’s why you’re so obsessed with making me yours.
You don’t want to lose me either. But that doesn’t make me feel special because it’s not about me.
It’s because I’m just another woman to you that you think you own.
But you don’t own me, Marco. I may be your wife but I am not your property.
” I push myself to my feet and stare down at him still on his knees.
“If you truly want me to be yours, then you will not go after Will. You will put aside your obsession with the past and be in the present with me. Focus on our marriage. If you do that, then I can be yours.”
Slowly, he gets to his feet. His expression is unreadable. “I need Will dead.”
“Then you’ll never truly have me if you do.”
He blanches. “Ciara –,”
I hold my hand up. “No. You can give me orgasm after orgasm and make me believe we have something here. But we don’t.
Not when you’re consumed by the past. Not when it involves another woman.
I married you because my father made me.
I deserve some happiness in my life and you’re the one who can give it to me. But only if you let go of the past.”
“I can’t do that,” he says in a dark voice.
“Then you’ll never truly have me.” I walk away from him before he can say a word to stop me. Because if Marco wanted to, he could make me believe he cares for me.
But I’m not sure he’s capable of it.