Marco Vendetti smut request this gave me an idea after watching the movie (Malèna) The Reader and her fiancée Conrad are happily engaged but he is also a member of Vipers (which she accepts who he was because he told her he'll stop being a member of Vipers once they get married ) when he introduces to Marco and he became atracted to her beauty as the time went on Marco couldn't take his eyes off on her and he starts lusting and fantasizing her. When her fiancée died the reader is extremely devastated and Marco comforts her weeks later The Reader invited him to the dinner o their house thanking him for being their for her and when she played the music Marco asks her for dance as they dance he starts groping her and kissing her neck which made the reader shove him off telling Marco to leave giving him a money for owing him a lot but he tells her that wouldn't be enough for him and wants her to have sex with him and tells her it's not good to her to be alone at night. The Reader hurriedly went upstairs rushing to her room but Marco follows her and forcing stripping her naked, kissing her breasts and he reveals that he is in love with her and her husband's death wasn't an accident instead he killed him by sabotaging his car in order to be with to be with her and he finally takes advantage of her.
Hi Anon!!
I didn't watch that movie but I loved the idea and I can't say no to Marco and his insane mind 🤭🤭
I hope you enjoy it and It was almost like you expected!!
You're mine.
Marco Vendetti x FemReader.
Warning: Murderer. Bad Language. Non-con. Smut.
Words: 2980.
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You were happy.
You were until that accident took away the man who had been the love of your life. You met Conrad one hot summer day, you were with your friends enjoying an ice cream by the pool when he approached you and asked you to go dancing that night. From then on you were inseparable. The only thing you never liked about him was his 'job' he belonged to the band The Vipers, avoided being seen and never showed up at home with anything more serious than a split lip or red knuckles. You knew Conrad wasn't a bad person, but Marco, their leader, was always pushing them to the limit. When Conrad introduced you to Marco you knew he was not a good person, that he was manipulative and dangerous. His leering gaze ran all over you making you shudder, but you didn't say anything, you knew Conrad couldn't do anything, his boss could look at you any way he wanted, but you were relieved to know that at least he wouldn't touch you.
Or so you thought.
Far from being to your liking, many nights Marco would show up at your house with Conrad inviting him to dinner. He never made a derogatory comment towards you, but his gaze always followed you everywhere and that made you nervous. You didn't want to be part of his meetings, but you always heard about the plans that the leader of The Vipers had for your man and that made you sick to your stomach. You had talked to your fiancé many times about leaving the band, looking for a decent job, which he found, and things seemed to be going better, but Conrad had a strange feeling of loyalty to his men that you couldn't understand.
"I can't just leave, honey, they're part of my family."
"And what will happen when you have a real family? Conrad, what happens when we have kids and one day you die in one of those stupid fights, what will I tell them?" you couldn't help but burst into tears when you thought about it and he hugged you kissing your head.
"That's not going to happen, I would never leave you, our kids won't have to go through that." He promised you.
That conversation ended up turning into an ongoing argument between you. Every day that passed and you had no good news or Conrad didn't tell you anything at all, confusion and anger would take over and you would erupt in a whirlwind of yelling and cursing to which he would respond in kind. The band was tearing your relationship apart, they were more important than you and you knew your fiancé would never leave them and it was breaking your heart.
So, that day when you were coming back from a walk, Conrad turned off the road home, surprising you and making you tense when you recognized the route to the small barracks where The Vipers were meeting. You had only been there a couple of times when you first started hanging out with him, he spent the day with his friends drinking and playing pool while you tried to make friends with the girls there, not that there were many. He parked the car asking you to go out with him, nervously you took his hand when he offered it to you, he gave it a gentle squeeze and the two of you walked into the venue. Everyone greeted you with cheers and laughter, even though they were bullies and assholes, they all felt respect towards you for being their partner's girlfriend and the affection and loyalty towards Conrad was palpable. Your gaze then caught the slow and subtle movement of Marco approaching you, silent and lethal as the snake that represented his gang, he took a long puff on his cigarette and licked the smoke before releasing it slowly through his mouth. His serious gesture turned into a smile and he raised his hand to bump it with Conrad's and they gave each other a tight embrace. The firm thumps on their backs echoed through the room along with the laughter of the rest of the group.
"Conrad, we're glad to see you mate, it's been days since we've heard from you." Commented Marco looking sideways at you, "You're keeping him busy, beautiful."
"Sorry, boss, there's been a lot going on, it's true." Conrad didn't let you speak but hugged you protectively, a dark flash crossed Marco's gaze, but you couldn't identify its meaning. "I was coming to talk to you about an important matter."
"Have you knocked her up yet?" Another mate spoke and everyone laughed loudly, Conrad shook his head in amusement as well. You were beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"I've come to say goodbye, Marco." He said without further ado and you opened your eyes wide. Of course the surprise wasn't just yours, the rest of The Vipers were speechless at his statement.
"To say goodbye? You're leaving the band?"
"I'm getting married." He announced, the band still didn't know and that was evident in their faces, but especially Marco's.
The Vipers leader's face changed to a scowl and he let out a new cloud of smoke from his mouth, like someone spewing fire, Conrad didn't move, waiting for someone to say something, even you held your breath and tensed in your fiancé's arms as you felt Marco's gaze on you. It was a few seconds, but you felt him run all over you, examining you, his tongue licked his lips and he looked back at Conrad, again his face changed to a crooked, forced smile as he raised his arms.
"Congratulations, man" He said and everyone whistled and clapped. "Why did you have it so quiet?" There were hugs from everyone, first to Conrad, then to you, when Marco caught you in his arms you felt his hands extremely low on your back, you wanted to pull away, but he held you in his arms kissing your cheek several times, even one of them too close to your lips. You looked at each other, you frowned wanting to ask him to pull away from you, he half smiled knowing that there he had the power over all of you and that Conrad wouldn't do or say anything about it.
"Marco, I want you to understand that I am not disloyal to the gang, but my family..."
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, I understand, but don't leave us yet. Let The Vipers take care of you a little longer. We'll prepare a banquet worthy of you, I'll take care of booking the best restaurant..."
"Th-that's not necessary." You dared to speak, but he just smiled.
"Come on, a farewell gift, just that, then you'll never hear from us again." Marco promised with a hand on his chest.
Later you would find out that his promises were worthless. Everything that came out of his mouth was loaded with lethal poison.
With that false joy, Marco was kind and patient with you. With each passing day Conrad was showing up less and less at the band's place, he was making progress at his new job and that was giving you both hope for a better future. Marco kept showing up at your house from time to time to have dinner, talk to your man, update him on the band's progress and also to see how your wedding preparations were going. Every time Conrad would excitedly comment on the progress you were making, Marco's jaw would slyly tighten. You were also aware that his attitude towards you also changed, he had never been completely hostile towards you, but it had been complicated and after learning of your engagement, Marco seemed to make an effort to be nice to you, to make you feel some affection, in his own way he took care that you were comfortable and protected in his presence, he was still rough and moody, but he did his best to restrain himself in front of you.
That made you lower your alarms against him. That was your mistake.
That day Conrad died in the accident with his car, Marco was the first to arrive at your house to tell you the news. Hearing about Conrad's accident tore you up inside, the pain almost made you fall to the ground, but Marco's arms caught you in time avoiding the crash against your porch, he held you tightly against his chest as you screamed and cried unable to accept what the leader of The Vipers had just told you. It couldn't be true. You couldn't have lost Conrad.
Not now. Not like this.
You cried against Marco's chest until you could feel the blood in your throat at your intense wailing. The man's hands caressed your back and your hair lovingly, he whispered soft words against your head, he even kissed your hair. It was hard, you couldn't believe it, you were planning your wedding, dreaming of your new days, your perfect future, it had all turned to nothing in the blink of an eye. Overnight. You had a hard time moving on, seeing the bright side of everything from now on.
The Vipers were always there, watching over you. Marco didn't stay away from you, every day he would show up at your house to make sure you were okay, he would send his men with food, clothes, money. Everything you needed so you could go on with your life normally, but you didn't have the strength. The funeral was prepared and organized by Marco's men. During the event, Marco never left your side, his hand resting on your back, his continued support and affection began to give you the strength you needed to return to the person you were before. You kept Conrad's rings and yours, you took the two wedding rings on a chain wearing them always close to your heart, but you had to move on, Marco was willing to give you money, to support you for being the wife of a former member of The Vipers, but you didn't want to owe him anything more, he had done enough for you.
That night you are preparing some dinner, as usual for two, you still haven't managed to cook for yourself, but it doesn't hurt as much as the first few times, now you save what you have left over for the next day, or share it with Marco or some man from The Vipers if they come to see you.
Knock knock.
There it is. A small smile forms on your face, you feel goosebumps rise on your skin as you realize you're looking forward to seeing Marco again. You put your dinner aside and go out to open the door. As you expected, the leader of The Vipers is on the other side, smoking a cigarette quietly and when he sees you he smiles throwing the butt on the floor.
"Good evening, am I on time?"
"Yes, sure, come in, I'm just finishing making dinner."
Marco smiles easy and walks into your house with you. He has earned your trust at your most vulnerable moment, he knows he has you in the palm of his hand. You return to the kitchen where you finish preparing the dishes, again two at the table so you won't have to put anything away. He watches you silently from the kitchen door and likes what he sees. A pretty woman, taking care of him, making him dinner, waiting for him every day, making love to him whenever he wanted, hearing her moan his name and maybe some kid running around the house, yes, he wanted all that. Marco had been obsessed with you since the first day Conrad officially introduced you to the band, at first he paid no attention to your presence, but when he heard your nervous and delicate voice he raised his head like a spring, discovering you there, with that pretty white dress with flower patterns tied around your neck, your hair tied up in a simple but comfortable bun, your eyes nervously moving around the room and a forced smile dancing on your mouth. He knew at that moment that you would be his. That he had to have you. He wanted to rip that innocence from your skin with his own hands. Of course he never expected your relationship with Conrad to be so intimate and serious, every time he saw you together his own poison intoxicated him and when Conrad announced that you were going to get married he felt like shooting him right there.
But he couldn't. He knew that if he didn't do things right, you would never trust him. It wasn't something he was too worried about either, but it had been fun playing with you.
He bit his lip several times before he moved away from the door frame approaching you slowly. You're telling him something, he's not really listening to you, his eyes are riveted on the back of your neck, on that patch of bare skin that the collar of your shirt doesn't cover, nor does it cover your hair as it's tangled in a homemade bun. His mouth waters, he feels your body tense under the touch of his hands on your hips, but he doesn't stop, he leans in and leaves a kiss on your skin. You get goosebumps and he smiles.
"M-Marco... What are you doing?" you ask without moving.
"I want you..." He whispers against your skin. "I need you... you don't know how long I've been imagining this." He confesses, his lips caress your skin again and you try to pull away.
"Stop, don't..." You turn to face him. "I can't, Marco, I don't..." Conrad is still very much alive in your memory, it's only been a week since his burial. You just can't.
"There's nothing wrong, precious, Conrad's dead, he's not going to find out." He responds cruelly and your eyes widen. Before you're conscious your hand hits his cheek and you're both surprised.
"S-sorry, I... you'd better go." You ask trying to push him away from you, but the man's hands tighten around your waist. "Marco..." You try to talk some sense into him.
"No, I don't think you understand." He slams your body against the countertop and you gasp, looking up at him in fear. "I've been nice, I've had the patience to see you and hear you cry over that asshole Conrad, fine, now I want my share."
"N-no! Let go of me!" You pushed him away, but he held you tightly again. His hand closed on your cheeks like a pincer and his peaceful, kind face turned into a mask of hatred and tension.
"You're mine, do you hear me?" his eyes flashed hard and yours filled with tears. "Conrad was a damn hard obstacle to remove, so behave yourself while I reclaim what belongs to me."
Once again surprise overtakes you, tears overflowing from your eyes as you understand what he is confessing. He killed Conrad. It was a car accident, but Marco had done something to make it happen. He had killed his partner, for you. To have you. Anger and rage invade you at that very moment biting Marco's hand that still holds your cheeks. He screams in pain letting go of you which you take advantage of to run away.
"Come back here, bitch!" You hear him scream as you run to lock yourself in your room.
It was not the smartest move you could make, however you bolt the door and look for the alternative of jumping out the window, from the porch to the ground there is not much distance, you could run and take refuge in a neighbor's house and even call the police, confess what Marco had just told you. But you get nowhere. The door opens as if it were made of paper, Marco has disengaged the frame, the man's gaze is charged with anger and nervousness.
"Marco, please, I won't say anything, but leave me, go away." You ask him in a last, aroused attempt to get him to leave you alone.
"You won't say anything, do you think anyone will listen to you?" A cruel smile forms on his mouth. "I want to make one thing clear to you, I always get what I want." He assures you.
You don't stop struggling, you struggle with him trying to get your resistance to wear him down and get him to leave, but your refusals only succeed in making him more furious. You gasp in fright as his hands tug at your shirt, the buttons pop off, your half naked body appears before his eyes and your struggling harder now feeling the tears keep rolling down your face. Marco grabs you under your armpits to throw you onto the bed, quickly and yankingly he gets rid of all your clothes getting on top of you to prevent you from escaping.
"Marco, please!" You cry and plead, but he doesn't stop.
His hands move all over your body, he squeezes your skin, he caresses roughly, his mouth travels over every corner of your body leaving traces of saliva, bites and bruised marks that will make it clear to rest to whom you belong. He's not loving, he's not careful, his cock pierces you in one lunge, breath catching in your throat, pain coursing through you, but you can no longer defend yourself, his hands grip your wrists and he moves faster and faster over you, listening to him gasp against your ear.
"You're mine." He grunts and moans straining against you, his seed spilling inside and you feel the urge to vomit flood you.
You were happy. Until you met Marco Vendetti and he ruined your entire future, your happiness, took away the man of your life, humiliated you and used you like a rag. Nobody said anything, nobody did anything. Everyone knew what had happened, what Marco did to you, the blows and the marks on your body did not go unnoticed, your silent crying was uncontrollable.
What you didn't know was that a few years later, Marco would go to prison for murdering a child by overdose and in turn Conrad's accident would be talked about. Then you would run away, escape from his clutches and never return, for all you would leave behind would be a dark and horrible nightmare.
Nothing would be there for you and you would finally feel free.
The End...
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