Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Ciara
Amonth goes by and my arm heals in that time. That’s the one positive. The downfall is that I haven’t heard from my brother at all. I don’t know where he is or what he’s up to. He’s just… gone. He could be dead for all I know.
“My own brother doesn’t want anything to do with me,” Marco says when we snuggle on the couch together. “He wants to keep his daughter safe.”
“I didn’t even know you had other family.”
“My niece, Arianna, is around your age now.”
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s weird to think you have a niece around my age.”
“I didn’t marry you because I liked how young you are. I married you for political gain. But then I fell in love with you. Don’t make it creepy,” he teases.
I laugh a little, snuggling in closer to his side. “Sorry. You’re right. I just want to know where Cormac is. How can you stand not seeing your own brother?”
“Because it’s been a long time. It gets easier.
We were both raised to be in the mafia by our father.
But he ended up getting his girlfriend pregnant.
So he decided to leave the mafia and create a peaceful world for them.
Our father respected it. I think because he had me to take up the mantle, he wasn’t worried about my brother.
But it meant never seeing him again. I’ve tried to reach out over the years but Antonio is not interested.
He wants to keep Arianna safe. That’s all that matters to him. ”
“I get that. I want you to be safe.”
He presses a kiss to my head. “And I want you to be safe as well.” He pulls back and our eyes lock. A moment passes between us before he lowers his lips to mine.
The kiss is gentle and tender. With my arm needing to heal, we haven’t had the chance to be intimate in the past month. Marco didn’t want to risk putting me in pain.
But I no longer feel pain in my arm. It’s stiffer than it used to be but I can still use it, fortunately.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer. Marco eases me onto my back and deepens our kiss, like he’s trying to get as close to me as possible.
“You won’t lose me,” I whisper against his lips. “I promise.”
“You have me, Ciara. All of me.”
“Then make me yours again.”
Marco stands up and scoops me off the couch, carrying me to our bedroom.
It amazes me how this mafia man can be so tender to me when he wants to.
The duality inside of him is something else.
But then again, I think we all have some sort of duality in us.
I know I’m not perfect. I have my good and bad side.
He slips my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my panties. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, planting his lips onto my bare breasts.
“It’s the kind of dress where you don’t wear a bra,” I say, arching into him. His lips wrap around my nipple, flicking and licking it. Arousal gushes out of my body. This need for connection with Marco is too strong. I’ve never needed anything more.
“I can see that.” He kisses along to my other breast and gives that nipple attention too.
“Marco,” I whine. “I need you.”
“I’m giving you what you need, baby.”
“I need all of you.”
“You need my cock in you, is that what you mean?” He raises an eyebrow, making me flush. “Just say the words baby and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Yes,” I moan softly. “I need your cock inside of me.”
“So dirty for such an innocent girl.”
“I thought I was your bad girl.”
He smirks. “That you are.”
Marco kisses down my stomach until his mouth reaches the edge of my panties. I watch as he slowly tears them off me with his teeth. I feel like I might die from arousal. From the need to quench it.
He tosses my panties to the floor and spreads my legs. “You’re wet for me.” He places his face to my inner thigh and inhales. “You smell so fucking delicious. You really are my bad girl. Getting turned on like this.”
“You make me this way,” I accuse.
“I’m sorry for that,” he says with a chuckle, not sounding sorry at all. His eyes find mine right before his mouth finds my pussy.
I moan when his lips lick against my clit. My hips begin to roll towards his face, desperate for more. I’m not sure I’ll ever tire of this.
Marco grips both of my thighs tightly as he pleasures me with his mouth. He runs his tongue and lips all long my folds and nub, lighting me on fire. I feel puffy and swollen and I don’t care one bit.
All that matters is me and Marco together in this moment. Lost in happiness. Not worried about our family members. Not worried about the future. Just us.
His tongue flicks my nub over and over and over again.
“Marco,” I whine, bucking my hips towards his face.
“I know what you need, baby. Come for me.” He licks me harder. His tongue is relentless on my clit. I can barely breathe.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I moan, thrusting my hips up and down. God, it’s too much. When Marco touches me like this, I let myself completely go, not caring what I sound like or look like. That’s not what matters when it comes to me and Marco. All that matters is us being together. Truly together.
When his tongue flicks against my clit once more, my orgasm rushes through me before I can even react. I cry out, shaking and shuddering.
Marco kisses back up my body until his lips find mine. I can taste myself on him. He deepens the kiss, almost like he’s trying to make sure I know I belong to him. That’s more than fine with me. I belong to him but he also belongs to me.
“I need you,” I gasp, clutching his arms. “Please, Marco. God, I need you.”
“I know.” He stands up and takes his clothes off. The sight of his naked body makes another gush of arousal hit me. His length is long and hard, ready to claim me again. “It’s been a month since I first took you. You’re going to be tight again.”
“I don’t care.” I open my legs wider. “I just need you.”
He lowers himself on top of me and lines his erection to my entrance. Marco links our hands together and brings them above my head. We’re chest to chest. Eye to eye. Never have I felt closer to him than in this moment.
He thrusts his hips forward and enters me. We both moan together.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. I need to feel complete. Full. Without Marco, I am neither of these things.
He sinks all the way into me before he begins to roll his hips around. Every motion of his body makes his cock touch places deep within me that make me moan. My arousal is going to kill me, I know it. And dying during sex will be a wonderful way to go.
Marco increases his pace. His chest brushes against mine, making my nipples light on fire. His steady thrusts fill me up. Moan after moan escapes my mouth.
“You really love this, don’t you, my dirty girl?” he growls, thrusting into me harder. I choke on my gasp.
“I do.”
“God, I love hearing you moan. It’s fucking hot.” He sits up on his knees, bringing my ankles around his shoulders. In this position, he can sink even deeper into me. I’m powerless to stop the onslaught on my body and I don’t want to.
I sink into the mattress as Marco has his way with me. I want to be consumed by him. Lost in the pleasure. Lost in him. Lost in love.
Marco keeps his thrusts steady. Each one is more powerful than the last.
I moan every time his cock comes out of me only to sink back in deeper. “Marco!”
“That’s it,” he grits out. “Scream my name, baby. God, scream it.”
“Marco,” I moan.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”
“I need you closer,” I gasp. “Please.”
He lowers himself back down onto my body before he rolls onto his back, bringing me astride him. I roll my hips back and forth like a wild woman.
“Fuck,” he moans, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. I bring my own arms around his shoulders, holding on tight. Our lips collide together into a heated, passionate kiss.
Our bodies never stop moving together.
This moment will never end.
“Marco,” I whisper against his lips, clutching his back.
He grabs my ass, pulling me back and forth on top of him. His cock is touching every inch of my inner walls. It’s heaven on earth.
“You love my cock in you, don’t you?” he asks into my ear. His hot breath tickles my neck.
“Yes,” I cry out, dropping my head back. “Yes.”
“You were made for me. I swear.”
“Yes!”
“God, I love how loud you are. Let the world know you’re mine, baby. My dirty girl.”
I don’t stop my moans from escaping me. “Marco!”
He falls onto his back and I hover over him, bringing my chest to his. Our thrusts become more frantic and shallow. I can feel my orgasm rising and rising within me.
Our lips meet in a sweaty, sloppy kiss as our hips work together. His large hands encapsulate my back, making me feel safe.
“I need…” I whine.
“I know. Come for me, Ciara.” In one smooth motion, he rolls me onto my back and thrusts into me harder. My cry gets caught in my throat. “Come for me, my dirty girl. I know you need it.”
“I need it! Oh, I need it.” And as soon as I say it, my orgasm comes rushing through me. My hips buck into his, desperate for more. Marco fucks me like a man caught in his passion. His vulnerability is on display.
I love this man.
“Ciara,” he groans as his own orgasm takes over him. He thrusts his hips into me once more before he shudders, burying his head into my neck. I stroke his back, needing to comfort him. Needing to be close to him.
After a moment, he pulls out of me and slumps onto the bed. We both catch our breath.
A smile crosses my face before laughter bubbles out of my throat.
“You’re happy?” he asks.
“I am.” I roll into his side, resting my face above his heart. “I know there’s still a lot of things we have to worry about. But for right now, I’m just happy being in your arms. I never thought I would be this happy with you.”
“You wanted me dead at first.”
I flush. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t blame you. If we never got married, your brother wouldn’t have tried to kill me and you never would have been shot.”
“I don’t regret putting myself in front of you. You chose me, Marco. That’s all I needed. I didn’t want to live our lives separately from each other. Not when we could be happy.”
“And we’re happy together now.” He plants a soft kiss to my head. “I love you, Ciara.” I can tell he’s completely and fully honest with me.
“I love you too.” I hope he can hear the full honesty in my voice as well.
When Marco smiles down at me, I know he can. “Let’s just be happy together. Sound like a deal?”
“Or a promise.”
“Then I promise I’ll work to always make you happy.”
I snuggle into his side, feeling at home. “And I’ll make the same promise.”
The future is uncertain but in this moment, Marco and I are choosing each other.
And that’s all that matters.
The End
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