25. Chloe
A s soon as I climb in the car, my body almost sags. I’m in this weird state of disbelief. Over the course of about ninety minutes, I’ve been through a wide range of emotions, and I’m mentally drained.
For a moment, in my father’s office, when I let go of Marcus’ hand, I thought reality was finally catching up with me.
I’ve spent the last few weeks living my dream, getting a taste of what my life could really be like, and despite Marcus’ reassurances, there’s a part of me that’s been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for it to be snatched away from me. I thought today was that moment.
I looked over at Scott, snarling and swearing, glaring at me like I was a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe, and I had no idea why he was fighting so hard to marry me.
Then I realised it was nothing to do with me at all, he just wanted the power that came with me. He didn’t want me, quite the opposite actually…he was stuck with me. But it was worth it as he got the power he cr aved.
Then Marcus said he’d willingly break the treaty, take any punishment thrown his way, as long as he got to keep me—I was literally stunned.
It was one of those movie-type moments where you see it play out, but when things don’t happen the way you expect, you worry it was your imagination, and reality would kick in any minute.
Yet, this was reality. Marcus Morelli was fighting for me, and my heart doubled in size.
Even when guns were drawn, he put himself between me and the weapons, determined to protect me, even if it was with his own body. I was both annoyed and happy, all at the same time.
As Leo starts the car to take us home, I reach and grab Marcus’ hand, squeezing just enough to grab his attention. He looks over at me, and I give him my best glare, letting him know I’m about to start my lecture.
“You do know that you’re not a human shield, right?”
Marcus chuckles. “What?”
“When the guns were flying around in there, you put yourself in front of me,” I deadpan.
Marcus tilts his head to the side, looking confused. “Yeah, so?”
“So?” I repeat, sounding as exacerbated as I feel. “You are not a shield. Had that fucker shot you, you’d be dead.”
“Yes, but you wouldn’t be,” he states, matter-of-factly.
I shake my head in frustration. “You can’t take a bullet for me.”
He lets out a short, humourless laugh. “I absolutely can, and I will. Every. Fucking. Time.”
“Marcus! Obviously, I don’t want to get shot, but do you know how I’d feel if you took a bullet that was meant for me?” I ask.
“I expect it’d feel a whole lot better than a bullet wound would,” he replies sarcastically.
I slap him on the arm, which just makes him laugh again.
“I’m serious.”
He reaches over, unfastens my seatbelt, and lifts me onto his lap. I shuffle around until I’m straddling him, a knee on either side of his thighs. He places his hands on my cheeks, tilting my head down so I meet his gaze.
“I’m serious too. From now until the end, I’ll take every bullet that’s intended for you, and you won’t change my mind on that.”
Before I can argue, he presses his soft lips against mine. The kiss is gentle and slow, as he roams his hands over my body, taking his time with me.
I rock against him, feeling his hardness grow beneath me with each kiss and touch. I run my fingers through his hair, gently pulling at the strands as I try to deepen the kiss. Just a little taste of him makes me crave more .
Just as Marcus begins really kissing me, the car comes to a stop and the engine is turned off. I groan as he pulls his lips away, and his cocky smirk after hearing it makes me roll my eyes.
I try to climb off his lap, but he keeps hold of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, as Leo pulls the car door open.
Without responding, Marcus begins climbing out of the car, with me still on his lap. As he stands, I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, so he doesn’t drop me.
“Put me down. I can walk,” I grumble, but he just tuts, walking us towards the lift.
After jostling me just a tad, he’s able to press the button to call the lift, and thankfully, the doors open straight away.
Once we’re inside and the doors are closed, he backs me up against the wall and begins kissing me again. This time it’s not slow, it’s hard and fast, just what I need.
In between devouring my mouth, he makes sure to kiss along my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbone, up my throat, before sucking on that sweet spot over my pulse point.
We’re in the lift for no more than a couple of minutes, and that’s all he needs to get me hot and bothered. He carries me into the house with ease, like I weigh nothing, kissing me the whole time.
Once Marcus gets me into the dining room, he places me on the table and I open my legs for him to slot in between them. Our kisses become a bit more frantic as we roam our hands over one another’s bodies, and it’s not long before we begin stripping each other.
When Marcus has removed my shirt and bra, he leans down and pulls my nipple into his mouth, using his finger and thumb to roll the other one at the same time. I throw my head back, arching into him as I rock my hips against his hard length.
As his tongue circles my nipple, his teeth graze over the hard bud, making me moan, while on the other side, he nips and pulls, adding a little pain in with my pleasure. My whimpers grow louder as I grip his hair, holding him in place.
He swaps sides, using his tongue to lavish the nipple that is stinging after all the tugging, and the ache in my core grows. My pussy is dripping wet, and I rock against Marcus, desperately trying to create any sort of friction to help ease my growing need.
As soon as he releases my nipple, he kisses down my stomach, over my belly button piercing, until he gets to the waistband of my jeans. With a bit of wiggling on my part, he soon has my jeans off. I go to take my knickers off at the same time, but he keeps them in place, silently telling me I can’t take them off .
I watch with fascination as he drops to his knees, looking up at me through his lashes, a wicked smile on his face.
With a hand on each thigh, he spreads my legs further apart, so he can fit his wide shoulders in easier. He then hooks his arms around my upper legs and pulls me down until my arse is on the edge of the table.
My fabric-covered pussy is right in front of his face, and I watch intently as he drags the flat of his tongue through my slit, over the top of my knickers.
When I first realised that’s what he was going to do, I wanted to whine and complain, as I thought I’d barely be able to feel anything, and it definitely wouldn’t be the same as without my underwear.
Fuck, was I wrong.
Well, it’s not as good as if he were licking my bare flesh, but it’s still intense.
The roughness of my knickers combined with the warm heat of his tongue is the perfect combination, and I can’t stop the moan that rips from my throat.
With each stroke of his tongue, the fire in my stomach grows, my knickers becoming drenched from both sides. He then pulls at the fabric, wiggling it in just the right way that it bunches together between my lips, rubbing against my clit.
“Fuck,” I cry out, rocking against my knickers.
“You’re so fucking wet, love,” Marcus tells me, running his tongue through my slit again, whilst rubbing the fabric against my clit.
I drag in a ragged breath, my body on edge as I crave more of his touch.
“More. Please,” I beg, my eyes closed as I throw my head back, lost in the sensations.
I feel him move my knickers to one side, so his warm, wet tongue makes direct contact with my pussy, and it’s just what I need. Then he adds two fingers, thrusting inside me deep until I’m quivering.
“So good,” I cry, tilting my hips to meet his hand.
“You are so tight and wet for me. Are you ready to show me what a good little slut you are for me?” he growls, flicking his tongue over my clit, so I struggle to form coherent sentences.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes.”
I look down at him, letting him see the effect he has on me.
Marcus chuckles with a wicked smirk on his face as he speeds up his fingers, hooking them to drag them along my front wall until my legs are trembling.
He licks, sucks, even blows on my clit, until my whole body is on fire.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, sounding low and breathy.
“Such a needy cunt, rocking against my hand, soaking my fingers.”
Marcus’ low gravelly tone combined with his dirty words make me shudder.
“Can I come, please?” I beg .
When Marcus doesn’t reply, but continues his assault on my pussy, I start to panic. I try to focus on anything except the fucking overwhelming sensations that are rippling over my body, all while begging him to let me come.
I tense up, trying to think of something to distract myself, but all I can think about is Marcus hitting that sweet spot deep inside, and how fucking amazing it feels.
“I can’t… I need… Please, Marcus… Can I…” My words are frantic and disjointed, almost incoherent babble, but the purpose is the same.
I need to fucking come, right now, and I won’t be able to hold it for much longer.
My body starts to tense, and I’m reaching the point of no return, my legs shaking from the intensity of trying to hold it back. Yet, just as my orgasm is about to hit, Marcus pulls away, both his fingers and his tongue leaving me feeling empty.
I cry out loudly as my pussy throbs and aches, the build up of my impending orgasm beginning to fade away with each second he’s no longer touching me.
I rock my hips, desperately trying to alleviate that growing ache, but there’s nothing to create friction.
“Noooo. Marcus, what?” I cry out, my legs turning to jello as he drags his nails down my thighs, making me shiver.
“What’s the matter? Does my needy little whore want something?”
I nod my head frantically, reaching down to rub my fingers over my pulsating clit, but Marcus grabs my hand, forcing it to my side.
“I was so close. I need to come.”
“Do you think you’ve been a good enough girl to come, Mio?” he asks, and I nod my head.
“I have. I’ve been a really good girl.”
“If you come, what do I get?”
His voice is a low growl, and I can see the predatory gaze he has me locked in. I just walked into his trap, and I don’t care.
“Anything. I’ll do anything,” I tell him, meaning every word.
“Take off your knickers, get down on your knees, and show me how much you want to come,” he says calmly.
I waste no time jumping off the table, sliding my knickers off, before falling to my knees.
While I’m getting into position, Marcus removes all of his clothes, his hard cock standing to attention in front of my eyes. I stick my tits out, curving my spine as I lock my hands behind my back, presenting myself in the way I know he loves.
“Open your mouth, slut.”
I obey, sticking out my tongue as I do.
He drags the tip of his dick over my tongue, and I can taste the salty droplets of pre-cum as he wipes them over me. He slides his shaft over too, soaking it with my saliva.
“Are you going to suck my cock like a good whore?”
I nod, smiling around his dick as it rests on my tongue.
He edges in slowly as I close my mouth around his length, running my tongue along his smooth skin. Marcus takes his time, pushing until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag around him.
“You can take more, can’t you?”
I nod again, pulling in a breath through my nose as he works his cock back in, a little faster this time. When he reaches the back of my throat, I try to swallow, pulling him in further, while the squeezing sensation causes Marcus to groan.
After that, his actions become more frantic and desperate. He pulls out before thrusting in, getting deeper with each stroke, hitting the back of my throat as I suck him down.
I hollow out my mouth, sucking hard as I swirl my tongue around his soft flesh, feeling the pulsing of blood along the underside of his shaft. Each time he hits the back of my throat, making me gag and splutter, he moans with pleasure.
His hand on the back of my head tightens, and it’s not long until he’s fucking deep into my throat. Even though he’s making me gag, he never pushes me further than I can handle.
“You take my cock so well, love,” he praises me, and I moan around his dick, making him shiver.
It’s not long before I feel him getting even bigger in my mouth, and I concentrate my efforts on making him come down my throat, but just as he’s getting close, he pulls me off him.
He reaches down and grabs me, and before I know it, I’m bent over the dining table. My chest and cheek are pressed against the wood as Marcus shuffles my legs wider, tilting my hips. With my back arched in just the right way, my pussy is on full view for him.
SLAP!
A loud strike ripples over my arse cheek as he spanks my left side, quickly doing the same on the right. My arse stings, but as Marcus rubs his warm hands over my tingling flesh—that I’m sure is bright red from his handprint—it soothes the pain.
“Put your hands out and take hold of each side of the table,” Marcus instructs firmly, slapping my arse cheek again when I don’t do as I’m told fast enough.
I yelp as he spanks the other side too, evening up the redness. Once I have the table firmly in my grasp, he begins dragging his nails down my spine, making me shiver as goosebumps erupt over my flesh.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Mio?” he asks, nipping at my ear as he presses kisses against my cheek, followed by my neck, and across my back.
“Yes, please,” I beg, tilting my arse a little more, presenting my pussy to him.
This time when he spanks me, it’s directly on my clit, and I cry out, more from shock than pain. It leaves behind a deep stinging ache that feels fucking amazing.
If it wasn’t for the risk of receiving a punishment, I’d be rubbing my pussy against this table, desperately craving my release.
I feel his large cock pressing at my entrance, stretching me open. A loud groan rips from me as he holds my hips in place, stopping me from rocking onto him.
“If you move, I’ll punish you,” he growls.
I look over my shoulder at him. His intense blue eyes are dark and sexy, and I believe him. I just haven’t decided if I want the punishment enough yet or not.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, watching as his eyes grow wide, before darkening with lust.
“What did you call me?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Sir?”
It comes out as a question, because I’m not sure if he’s mad about it or not.
“Fuck, I like that,” Marcus growls as he pushes his full length into me in one powerful stroke, stopping only when he bottoms out.
We both moan loudly, my pussy aching and stinging from the sudden intrusion, while also being relieved at finally getting what I need. Marcus holds me there for a moment, his grip on my hips becoming tight enough to bruise.
He leans down and captures my shoulder between his teeth, sucking and nibbling at the flesh until I’m panting, trying my hardest not to writhe around. He is definitely marking me.
“Please, sir. Please, fuck me,” I beg, hoping the use of his new nickname will be enough to get him moving.
“Shit, I love when you call me sir,” he growls, pulling back at such a slow pace, it’s almost painful.
He pulls out until only the tip remains, stretching me out in the most delicious way, before pressing back inside. He continues thrusting until he finds his rhythm. Drawing back slowly before pounding in fast, hitting the spot deep inside that makes me cry out .
I was already overly sensitive from him edging me before, so it’s not long until my pussy is aching and throbbing, desperate for release. It takes every ounce of strength I have to remain still, to not rock back, or roll my hips in the way I know drives him crazy.
I just have to lay there, letting him fuck me into the table—not that I’m complaining!
As my release approaches, I cry out to let him know, begging him to let me come this time. All the time I’m begging to come, he talks dirty to me, telling me what a good slut I am, how wet I am, like a good whore. He degrades me and praises me, making my head swim with desire, just as much as my body is.
“I can’t hold back. Please, sir, please, let me come,” I shout, knowing my body will betray me soon if he doesn’t give me permission.
Without responding, he presses a finger into my arse, roughly stretching me, making me feel so incredibly full, as well as a little naughty.
“Come, slut. Come like the dirty little whore you are, with a cock filling your cunt and a finger in your arse,” he shouts, pressing his finger in as he pulls his cock out, then vice versa.
It only takes a couple of thrusts, and his permission, to tip me over the edge, my release hitting me like a brick wall.
My cries of pleasure echo around the room as my whole body stiffens, before my legs start to tremble. My pussy shudders, clamped around his dick.
“I’m coming, Marcus,” I cry out, my hold on the table becoming so hard, I’m surprised it hasn’t snapped.
He rocks into me as my head swims, dark spots flicking into the edges of my vision as I gasp for air, riding through the after effects. Marcus fucks into me a couple more times, his movements becoming more frantic as his own release draws near.
“Where do you want my cum, slut?” he asks, not slowing down his thrusts.
“My pussy,” I reply, almost dreamily.
“You want me to fill your cunt with my cum?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
“I’m going to fill your cunt, marking you as mine. I want to see my cum dripping from your tight little hole,” he whispers against my ear, making me tremble.
Almost straight away, Marcus grunts as he spills his load into my pussy, his grip on my hips tightening as my walls milk him dry.
“So fucking good, Mio,” he mumbles, and I chuckle.
He flops over me, gasping for air as all of his energy seems to deplete following his orgasm. As he pulls out, I wince at the sting, but also at how empty I feel. I can’t help but smile as I feel his warm cum dribbling down my leg.
Marcus picks me up and carries me over to the sofa, pulling the blanket over us that’s normally draped over the back. I snuggle against his side, unable to keep the smile off my face.
I ignore the mess between my legs, since it clearly doesn’t bother him. In fact, I think he quite likes knowing I’m messy thanks to his cum.
“Today feels a bit unreal. I can’t believe everyone knows,” I admit.
I still feel like this is a dream, and I’m going to wake up to find I’m actually living the hell I’ve been trying to avoid.
“This is the start of our future,” he tells me, pressing a kiss against my forehead.
“Yeah, and I start working on my very first customer cake tomorrow,” I tell him, his eyes growing wide at the news.
“Really?”
I nod with a bright smile on my face. “Yeah, it’s actually for Leo. It’s his daughter’s birthday. He saw me practising, and after talking, he asked if I’d make her cake. I’ll start making it tomorrow, ready for him to collect it the day after.
“He wanted to pay me, but I said I’d do it for free, in exchange for a review and being able to use the pictures on social media, to help build the business. He agreed, though he was somewhat anxious about not paying.”
“I’m so proud of you, love,” Marcus beams, kissing me on the lips.
“Thank you.”
Marcus pauses for a second, looking a bit unsure about whether he should carry on or not. I wait, knowing he’ll speak when he’s ready.
After a deep breath, he fixes me with a tight yet comforting look, before speaking.
“Me, Jake, and Miles have actually made some progress. We’re in a situation where we can finally take out Frank, and we’re going to be putting the plan into motion tomorrow.”
I freeze as soon as I hear his name, my breath catching in my throat as nausea ripples through my stomach. Marcus strokes his hand down my arm reassuringly, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Breathe, love. I’m only telling you because you have a right to know. I don’t have to tell you anymore, if you don’t want me to. But if you want to face him, to see him get the punishment he deserves, then I can absolutely help you with that.”
Once I’ve got my heart rate down, and I’m breathing normally again, I give Marcus a tight smile. When I find my voice, I hate how small and weak it sounds, just at the mention of that monster.
“I think I need to see him, but only when he’s in a weakened state. I want to see him as scared as he made me. Then maybe I can get some closure, and bury his ghost for good.”
Marcus places his hand on my cheek, stroking me softly. “I’m so fucking proud of you, love. You are stronger than you know. But once we’ve taken him down, he’ll never haunt you again.”
I smile, knowing he’s the final hurdle I need to overcome, before we can truly start our lives together.
Marcus was right, this is the first day of our future, and for once, it’s entirely of my choosing. I’m finally living the life I want, with the man I choose, and I won’t let anyone take that from me.