Finally!! I have written the raffle winner! @darling-b I’m so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it. She wanted “MarcoxFem!reader where it’s a mutual pining thing for a while and everyone knows the attraction is there but neither one is wanting to take that first step until one night something snaps and confessions occur and maybe make it NSFW??“ I changed a few things and uhhh really made it NSFW lol I hope you like it!!!
Marco x F!Reader / NSFW / 2.3k
Summary: The two of you had been dancing around each other for long enough. Once Marco overhears your feelings, he decides to do something about it and follows you into the...men’s showers?
Warnings: Overheard feelings, Marco POV, public sex (in showers), people walk in but don’t find out.
Thatch mixed just a little rougher than he needed to, the sauce sloping up and splattering against his chef whites. He had to bit down on a sigh as you carried on drunkenly complaining behind him.
You were a sweet girl, he reflected, but not even that sweetness could cover up the bitterness he felt at being basically forced to listen to you pine over the First Division Commander again.
As if Marco wasn’t head over heels for you either! The liquid sloshed against the edge as you rambled on, talking about how much you liked Marco but couldn’t bare to tell him, how he would hate you, etc, etc.
Variations of similar arguments he’d heard from Marco. Except those were more along the lines of ‘I don’t want to take advantage because of my status, yoi.’ And yet Thatch still had to watch the both of them circle around each other, staring with pining eyes when the other wasn’t looking.
Thatch was a patient man, but his patience was beginning to wear a little thin.
“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Thatch asked, putting down sauce before turning to lean against the counter to face you. He blinked with surprise.
Your upper body was collapsed against the small table, which wasn’t surprising. But seeing Marco hover, frozen a little further behind you certainly was.
“Marco is just so cool, there’s no way he’d ever like someone like me,” you mumbled dejectedly.
“Aw come on now, who wouldn’t like a sweet thing like yourself? He’d have to be blind.” Thatch gestured meaningfully at you, raising his eyebrows at Marco.
For his part, Marco just shook his head, a rare look of complete shock over his face. Then, without a word, he spun on his heel and hurried away.
Thatch sighed.
Anxiety bubbled in his stomach as Marco paced through the familiar halls of the Moby Dick.
Overhearing your feelings was…unexpected. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Marco wasn’t dense, he was aware that you harbored some feelings for him. But he figured they would fade eventually, he hadn’t wanted to risk your friendship or abuse his status as First Division Commander in order to pursue something with you.
Everyone had been encouraging him to ask you out, however. Even Pops.
Marco groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with irritation. He knew you’d been drinking, this was probably a terrible time to bring this up. But he at least wanted to address it. The stress was going to eat him alive otherwise, he could tell.
Straightening his spine, he backtracked. Maybe if the the two of you couldn’t have an in-depth conversation right now (he didn’t want to have a serious conversation while you were drunk), maybe just bringing it up could ease his own nerves.
After peeking into the kitchen and getting berated by Thatch before he finally mentioned you had left to take a shower, Marco made his way to the showers just in time to see you duck into the men’s side.
He stopped and blinked a few times before double checking the door. Deciding he hadn’t imagined it, he followed you inside.
The sound of a solitary shower running greeted him as he made his way through the large bathrooms. Past the line of toilet stalls and urinals, he ducked into the back room, where a row of shower stalls with curtains stood.
One was pulled closed, and he could hear you humming within.
Desire punched him in the gut, as he spied your clothing in a pile on a nearby bench, covered barely by a towel.
Who knew what came over him, but numbly he felt himself start to undress, clothes joining yours before he pulled the curtain back just enough to join you under the warm spray.
You jumped and spun around, before the words died in your mouth as your eyes widened to see him standing there.
Marco swallowed, throat dry.
“I heard you talking with Thatch,” he explained, and you let out a squeak of distress. “Did you mean it, yoi?”
A beat of silence, with the running water the only sound. Your eyes stayed glued on his own.
Then, slowly, you nodded. He took a deep breath. “How drunk are you?”
“Uh, excuse me?”
“How drunk are you,” he repeated, voice raspy with desire. Marco was trying not to let his eyes trail down your body but it was hard, especially as you were doing the same to him, eyes flickering down the length of his body before suddenly jolting back up to his eyes.
“N-not really, just kind of tipsy, why—”
That was all the permission he needed, and he swooped down to capture your lips in his own. Your voice muffled against his lips as he pressed you against the tile wall, arms wrapping around you.
Both groaned into the kiss, as your hands reached up to bury into his hair. Marco could feel his hard dick brushing against your stomach and he hissed, trying to fight against the urge to rub against your body for some much-needed friction.
Breaking apart, the two of you panted. Your pupils were blown wide already, Marco noted, as you shook in his arms.
“Need to know you’re okay with this, yoi?”
“What, having sex in the women’s showers? I mean, if you are I’m game,” you replied with a saucy smirk. Marco quirked a brow before he worked in a thigh between your legs and ground up, and your mouth fell open in a loud moan, eyes closing as you chased the feeling, hips bucking against his thigh.
“You’re in the men’s showers,” he said and watched as your eyes fluttered back open with confusion.
“Huh?”
Marco reached out to run his fingers down your neck, past your collarbones before groping at a breast, as your back arched into it.
“You went into the men’s showers.”
“Shit,” you cursed. “Did I really—” Marco interrupted again with another hard kiss, no longer caring about the conversation. You had given your permission, your body working up patch of slick against his thigh he could feel even past the water running down both your bodies.
A hand suddenly wrapped around his cock and his hips thrusted into it, groaning loudly into your mouth. He broke away with a gasp, head bowed to lean against your shoulder as you continued to stroke him. You giggled quietly into his ear before twisting your hand in such a way and Marco moaned your name brokenly.
“Sounds like someone is having a good time!” A male’s voice commented loudly, and there was a burst of laughter.
You both froze, as Marco pulled back to stare at you with horror. Now that he was concentrating, Marco could sense two people in the bathroom. You were so distracting, he hadn’t noticed before now and he cursed in his mind.
“Probably thinkin’ of a certain gal.” One snickered.
“Who?”
“You don’t know?” The other asked before saying your name.
Marco felt his face flush as your face widened into a large smile. His erection had flagged slightly, but you began to stroke him again and he hissed.
“I suggest you get out,” Marco announced loudly.
“Aw man, why do we gotta leave? Don’t you have our own private shower? Why you gotta jack off in here?”
“Maybe he’s got company!”
Quickly, Marco broke away from your embrace and went to the curtain. Poking out just his head, his glare meant business and the three men straightened.
“I won’t repeat myself, yoi. Get out.”
There was dejected muttering and Marco retreated back into the heat of the shower. Turning around, he rubbed at his head in irritation, listening to them leave slowly. What was taking them so long?! Then he drew up short as he took in your new position.
You were facing the wall, hands against the tile, looking over your shoulder at him, grinning with mischief in your eyes. You pressed a solitary finger to your lips before your hands reached behind yourself, prying apart your ass cheeks for his viewing pleasure. Rising up on your tiptoes, you wiggled your ass invitingly.
Marco felt all the remaining blood leave his head and rush south. He bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood before taking the one step he needed to bring him flush against your body. One hand grabbed at your hip—hard—before taking his cock in his other hand.
He gave himself one stroke, still clenching his teeth. The men hadn’t quite left yet, still lingering.
But there was no way he could help himself, not with you offering yourself up like a delectable present, audience be damned.
Slowly, he lined himself up with your cunt, dragging his cock head along your folds. You released one hand to clamp over your mouth, the other coming to prop yourself against the tile. Marco nodded with approval, even though you couldn’t see it.
It was better if you had some leverage, rather than hold yourself open for him.
Finally, he began to press inside you. The heat was divine, even in the warmth of the shower. But it was the tightness that made him bend over your back, stifling his own groan, as you whimpered behind your palm. He wound his arms around your waist, as he pressed his forehead against your spine.
Inch by inch he pressed further and further inside of you. When he bottomed out, Marco briefly stretched out his observation haki. The men had gone, you were once again alone.
Marco straightened, bringing his hands to rest at your hips.
“They’re gone,” he said offhandedly before pulling out and slamming inside you quickly. You keened, hands scrambling for purchase against the wet tiles.
He didn’t let up, just set his brutal pace, grunting along with your moans. The suddenness of it all, combined with the fact that he finally got to be with you like this was making his orgasm crest faster than usual.
“Fuck,” Marco said, breathing out your name. “I’m close, what do you need—”
You let out a little breathy, “Ahhh.” Which sent Marco’s blood boiling before you reached out to grab one of his hands from your hips. You pulled it towards your clit, and he grunted with understanding.
Clumsy he circled his fingers around the bud, hands shaking just a tad. It was a lot to take in, this situation, suddenly being able to claim you like this, the way he’d been dreaming of.
Jacking off in his rack didn’t feel anything like you though and his other hand raised to clamp down on the back of your neck and you screamed as your walls clenched around him.
Marco moaned your name, thrusts becoming rougher as he fucked you up against the wall, keeping you in place, making you take it, take him just like he wanted.
“Marcooooo, I’m cumming!!” you whimpered out fast, nails scrambling against the tiles. Marco tightened his fingers around your neck while flicking your bundle of nerves, hips creating a jittering rhythm. He felt your walls flutter around him, as you came.
He grinned, the rush making his ears ring. Releasing your neck, you slumped more against the wall as he pushed some of his wet hair out from his eyes. His hands returned to your ass, rubbing appreciatively before grabbing at a cheek roughly.
You stuttered out a groan. “Marco, the water’s getting cold,” you mumbled. Marco snorted before laying a quick slap against your ass making you whine.
“I think you’re just trying to hurry me along, yoi,” he chided but returned his hands to your hips and pulled out slowly.
He did feel the water going from steamy hot to more lukewarm. Knowing the water on the ship, it wouldn’t be long before it turned freezing. Still, the coil of pleasure simmering low in his gut didn’t need much encouragement.
“Say my name,” Marco demanded as he slid back in, equally slow making you groan.
“M-Marco, pleaseeee,” you pleaded. His thrusts got a little faster.
“Yeah? Want me to finish? Want me to fill up your greedy little pussy? Want me to pump you full of my cum, yoi?”
“Yes!” you screamed. “Yes, Marco, I do, I do, please—”
“Wonder how long you’ve been wanting this,” Marco said as his thrusts became slaps against your ass, as his fingers dug into your skin. “Thinking about my cock opening you up just,” a slap, “like,” another slap, “this.”
You wailed in agreement, pressing back to meet his thrusts. Marco grunted, wanting to tease you more but he was balanced on the edge as it was.
“Mine, you’re mine, yoi.”
“Yours, Marco, come for meee.”
With a moan, he did just that, thrusting inside you deep, feeling that coil break as he released inside you, as you moaned brokenly.
The water was just beginning to get on the edge of too cold so with a trembling arm he reached out and shut it off.
Plastering his chest against your back, he fell against you, cock still firmly wedged inside you, and leaned against the wall heavily, you pinned under him.
“Marco.” You wiggled and he rubbed his chin against your shoulder.
“Shhh, lemme enjoy this.” He could feel your legs shaking and he sighed. You were shorter than him, so keeping his cock instead meant you had to be on your tip toes for most of the session. A shame.
Slowly, he withdrew and you sighed with relief as you came down to the pads of your feet. Quickly, Marco spun you around and pressed you against the wall again, making you throw back your head with a laugh.
“We should go on a date, yoi,” Marco said seriously, and you laughed louder.
“A bit late for that, yeah?”
Marco pressed his forehead against yours. “Is that a no?”
You snorted. “No, it’s a yes. I’d love too. Now let me go.” You patted his arm. “I’m getting cold, I wanna dry off.”
That night, you spent the night in Marco’s room. The next day when the two of you walked into the galley hand-in-hand, Thatch screamed out,
Hey! It's my first time on your blog and I saw your Oneshot about Marco Vendetti (geez I love that guy). Can I also ask you a request to write a one-shot about him as well, Where The reader saw her loving Uncle get beaten by Marco and his gang she immediately blocked his way and stop him from beating her Uncle due to his sickness and his old age but before they leave Marco threatened her uncle to kill him if he still didn't pay his debt (but originally the debt was from her father due to his gambling addiction. But after he died despite her uncle being a good older brother to him, he told Marco to pass the debt on him). After that incident, she secretly went to the viper's den and bravely confronted Marco, she asked him to stop and leave her Uncle alone but he responds he'll stop tormenting him if she is gonna trade her virginity to him and marry him as well to pay her uncle's debt (which he suggested to her uncle earlier but he got mad and told him he will never do that to his beloved niece, not over his dead body leading Marco and his gang beating him). Despite she was afraid that he's gonna torment her uncle again, She finally agrees and Marco told her to meet him in the hotel and gave her a beautiful red tube dress, and that night before she sneaks into their house she asks forgiveness from her uncle for doing this the reader left and meet him in the hotel.
Hi anon! Here I am!
I love bad guys I never tired to say it and I love Marco so I hope you'll enjoy this one shot!
As always sorry for my english!
Red Dress.
Marco Vendetti x Reader.
Anon Request.
Characters: Marco Vendetti, Uncle Stephan, Dad Nikolas, and the reader.
Warnings: Mob. Violence. Mentions of death. Abuses. Smut. Lost virginity.
Words: 5000 (Sorry I think I made it so long)
Summary: Your uncle can’t pay the debt he owes Marco, so his men give him a violent beating. To get Marco to stop abusing your uncle, he offers you a deal you know you can't refuse even though you hate him.
Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @purple-serenity
It was a nice summer day. The classes were over, people were enjoying long walks in the sunshine, children were playing in the street, you had more time to be with your friends, help your uncle in his store and enjoy the summer.
That same afternoon you would come back from the pool from having a good time with your friends, from feasting your eyes on the boys showing off in their bathing suits and goofing around in the water. It was fun and you were at an age when it was all about hormones and desire.
However the smile was wiped off your face when you heard a roar coming from your uncle's shop. Your soul fell to your feet as you saw two huge guys pull the old man out of the grocery store, throwing him to the sidewalk, landing several blows to his face and stomach.
"Stop it!" you shouted running towards them. "Leave him alone!" You demanded in a shouting voice, but the men had more strength than you, knocking you to the ground.
A groan of pain escaped from between your lips, but you didn't just stand there. Rising up like a spring you grabbed your bag tightly and hit one of them in the head. The men stopped to look at you, the two were about to hit you but you throw your bag back at them.
"Get the hell out of here!" you yelled.
"Stay out of here!" Said your uncle Stephan roughly. "They're Vipers! They're Marco's men!"
"Like they're the Lord's men! Get out of here!"
Your shouting started to get the attention of the police, it wasn't like they cared much, really, but their boss had just gotten out of jail and they didn't want to get in trouble with authority. Not for now.
You helped your uncle when the two bouncers left leaving you alone. You sat him carefully on one of the chairs in the store to make sure he was okay, you healed the marks on his face, but you had to take him to the hospital, you were sure he had a broken rib, or at least a fractured one. You were waiting in the hospital ward for your uncle to be treated and you kept fidgeting nervously.
"May I ask what happened?"
"It's nothing, you mustn't worry." Your uncle tried to calm you down.
"What don't I have to worry about, you almost got killed!"
"Really it's nothing, I've been a little late these days, but Marco will understand."
You shuddered when you heard the name Marco Vendetti, the leader of The Vipers. You hadn't heard from him in years, since he went to jail for killing a kid by overdose, he was supposed to be locked up for five years, but he had gotten out a little early for good behavior. You wanted to laugh when your uncle Stephan told you that.
Marco Vendetti didn't know what good behavior was.
The result of the violent beating turned out to be several bruised ribs, some even fractured, forcing your uncle to stay in bed on bed rest for several weeks. The man was devastated, if the store lost performance Marco would not collect his debt and when he returned things would get much worse than they already were. You were not willing to let anything happen to your uncle. Since your father died, he was the only family member you had left, he had always taken care of you, he had protected you and thanks to him you had been able to go to college. You owed him a lot.
So, although reluctantly, Stephan let you take over the store while he recovered. He was to be laid up for two weeks and you were to use that time to take care of him for once.
That afternoon you were finishing counting the till, it had been a really good day and week, there was still a long way to go to cover the payments your uncle had pending, but maybe you could negotiate with Marco, that he would let you stop in several times. Speaking of the King of Rome, the bell over the door of the shop rang and in front of you again stood the pair of bouncers who had beaten your uncle, but this time they were not alone.
With them entered a man with jet hair, ice blue eyes, a scar marking his jaw and a tattoo on his neck. His black shirt was tight around his shoulders and his pants made his legs endless. His lips caught the cigarette he held in his hand and the smoke slowly drifted out between his lips. Your hair stood up in goose bumps and you clenched your fists trying to calm down.
Marco Vendetti.
"Who are you?" his voice sounded surprised, slurring the words with a growl.
"She's Nikolas' daughter, Stephan's niece." One of the bouncers explained. His eyes swept over you from head to toe.
"Wow..." He walked slowly towards your position, a sadistic smile forming on his mouth. "How much you've grown, pretty girl, you're the one who beat up my boys?"
"I was only defending my uncle, your thugs attacked an older, sick and weak man." You barked in anger and he laughed.
"Honey, your uncle has fallen behind on his debt payments."
There wasn't enough money, there wasn't enough time for you to get everything Marco Vendetti had asked for earlier in the week. You weren't going to get everything he had asked for and he would come back, hurt your uncle, or worse, they might end up killing him and take over the store the man had so lovingly set up so many years ago.
You had to do something.
It was risky, you knew it was getting into trouble, going straight to the snake pit was never a good idea, but it was the only thing you could do. You would talk to Marco personally, you would ask him for more time, even if they were more payments, but you needed more time. Making sure your uncle was sleeping peacefully you slipped out of the house through the back window, down the fire escape avoiding anyone who could see you, you left it extended so you could climb back up. Even though it was summer, the streets were quite empty, which made fear invade your body for a few seconds, you couldn't go back now, you had to help your uncle.
"Marco, look what I found at the door." Said Jimmy shoving you violently inside the premises where The Vipers had their settlement.
"Get your hands off me!" You roared as another of Marco's men grabbed your arm.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Marco slowly approached towards your position, as usual, a cigarette decorated his fingers, his cruel smile painted on his lips. "Do you know you just walked into a viper's nest all by yourself, gorgeous?" You heard Vendetti's men laugh at his stupid joke, but you rolled your eyes in disgust.
"I need to talk to you." You wanted to get straight to the point, the less you were there the better, you didn't even want to think what they might try to do to you.
"Oh yeah, you need privacy?" he joked, but you watched as he adjusted his package over his pants and grimaced.
"It's about my uncle's debt... I need more time." You tried to talk some sense into him, he grimaced in boredom and inhaled sharply from his cigarette.
"I gave you a week, honey." He stood barely inches away from you, blowing the smoke over your face, your eyes filled with irritated tears and you coughed violently. "That's long enough."
"No, it's not, it's too much money. If you could delay payment I'd..."
"You what, what would you be willing to offer me, what do you think you might have that might interest me?" You watched as he licked his lower lip before filling his mouth with smoke again.
"Anything, raise the debt, ask me for another payment, I don't care, I'll have it, I just need time." You assured him, but he shook his head unconvinced.
"That wouldn't be fun for me, I don't really gain anything." He shrugged. "I'm not interested in your deal."
"Ask me for anything!" You grabbed him by the wrist when he tried to pull away. He let go of you and grabbed the back of your neck pulling at your hair, you gasped at the sensation of pain that shot through your scalp.
"Whatever?" he bit his lip and ran his gaze up and down your body again. "Would you be able to sell yourself to pay off your uncle's debts?"
"A-Ask me for something else..." you averted your gaze feeling your cheeks redden and his smile grew much wider.
"Oh, now I get it... No one has ever touched you, is that it?" a growl came from his throat, his nose brushed your neck. "That's my deal, you want more time? Then give me your body and I'll give you as much time as you want."
"You're sick." You let go of him with a violent shove. "I'll get the money, you can keep your dick in your pants again."
You got the hell out of there at full speed, Marco didn't have his men come after you, he let you go, but the fear was still in your body, you felt yourself trembling, the grip of the leader of The Vipers still on your hair, the feel of his nose on your neck still had your goose bumps. You went up to your room again and curled up in bed, thousands of thoughts running through your mind, feeling defeated and devastated because you didn't know how you could help your uncle. You knew that if you didn't pay Marco would show no mercy the next time you met again.
Payday was getting closer and closer, you had barely managed to get some money together, people were spending the days out of town to enjoy the warmth and sunshine, they were being bad days in the neighborhood and in the store and you felt you were starting to despair. Your uncle had gone back to the store, he couldn't stand or wait on his feet for long so you took turns, leaving you time for yourself, but your mind was always thinking about Marco and his thugs.
You came back that day from doing some shopping, your uncle was still working so you would take care of making some food for both of you so the man could rest afterwards. You entered the house greeting the old man as you walked into the kitchen leaving the basket of groceries on the living room table. Stephan peeked through the door smiling at you in a mysterious way, confusing you.
"What's wrong?"
"A package has arrived for you, it's quite large, no return address." She informed you and confusion turned to surprise. "Do you have a secret admirer, should I go into overprotective parent mode?" he joked and you laughed with him shaking your head.
"Don't worry, I highly doubt it's that, man, I don't have time for boys." You joked, but you saw his gaze darken, saddened. You sighed and gave him a hug. "Where did you leave it?"
"It's in your room."
"Thank you."
On the bed your uncle had left a rectangular box, off-white with a gold lid, on it was exquisite calligraphy with the name of the store. Your body vibrated as you discovered that it was a rather expensive and exclusive clothing house in town. A twinge in your stomach made you tense up. With trembling hands you opened the box to discover inside a beautiful red dress that glistened in the light coming through the window. A gasp escaped from between your lips when you touched the soft, fine fabric as you took it out of the box to get a better look, it was tied around your neck, leaving a suggestive and pronounced neckline in sight, besides it seemed to fit your body when you wanted to wear it. The doubts were still in your mind about who could have given you that gift when you saw a small card inside the box. You carefully folded the dress over your arm to take the card. Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry when you saw who it was.
"Put it on and come see me at this hotel. It's time to take your responsibilities. M.V."
You frowned as you read the note, you needed to do it a couple of times to try to understand what he was referring to. Responsibilities? What was he supposed to be talking about? You were already taking your responsibilities, you were trying to help your uncle, save him from that debt they had outstanding with the Viper, however from that note it seemed that Marco knew something else that you were unaware of.
You tried to talk to your uncle, to know what he was talking about, but the man dodged your questions at all times, diverted the conversation to other topics, pretended to be tired or unwell to leave you with the word and hide in his room like a little child.
You were starting to get angry with your uncle, you needed to know what Marco Vendetti was talking about, but if you were going to ask him himself for explanations you knew it was getting into the lion's den.
However, you had no other choice.
The day Marco had summoned you to the hotel, you were ironing your dress over your body, feeling ridiculously naked. Despite being dressed in the red dress Marco had given you, you felt that the thin fabric did not cover your body. You looked at yourself several times in the mirror and sighed a long sigh. In your head you had a plan, you would go there, ask him for explanations, give him back the dress and get the hell out of there, just like that. You made sure your uncle was asleep when you walked into his room leaving him a little note on his nightstand.
"Sorry, I'll fix this. I love you."
Prayed the note you left him before you carefully left the house putting on your heels as you reached the street so your footsteps wouldn't echo in the front yard and might put your uncle on alert. You hailed a cab as he passed you on the street and asked him to take you to the address of the hotel.
An exclamation of surprise caught in your throat as you discovered the huge building before you. You paid the cab driver when you regained your ability to speak and awkwardly walked to the entrance, the bellhop at the door opened politely, you smiled hurriedly and walked to the front desk where a woman watched you curiously. Your whole body was shaking like a fan and you needed a second to find your words.
"Good evening... I had an appointment with Mr. Marco Vendetti..."
"One moment, please." The receptionist looked up the man's details and nodded. "Mr. Vendetti has not yet arrived, but he gave us directions to wait for him in the room he has reserved." She informed you and your heart thumped hard inside your chest. Of course, a room. "Here are your keys, you can use the elevator to the third floor, the room is down the hall." He indicated leaving you the keys on the counter.
"Thank you very much." You whispered taking the keys with trembling fingers following the directions the woman had given you, feeling her eyes boring into the back of your neck, feeling like a prostitute.
You closed your eyes, your heart hammering inside your chest as you heard the door to the room open, then close with a soft click. You didn't dare turn around to face him, you weren't prepared for the conversation you might have pending, now you felt the need to run out of there. Even though you knew it was too late.
"I see I got the dress right." You heard his voice and footsteps behind you. "You look beautiful." He was sincere, but that didn't make you feel any better.
"We need to talk..." You tried to get back to the point as you turned around, fiddling with the hotel card between your fingers nervously.
You were surprised when your eyes locked on him. The man had dressed up for the occasion, or so it seemed, he wore his hair messy, a white suit jacket, black shirt with the first few buttons open and white peg pants as well. As much as it hurt you had to admit that the man was handsome as Hell. You took a long sigh trying to refocus on why you were there. Marco took off his jacket leaving it on a chair in the room walking slowly towards you, calculating his every move, never taking his blue gaze off you. When he was close enough you reacted by handing him the note he had left in the dress box.
"What's the meaning of this?" you spoke watching as his gaze fell to your hands and his smile tugged at his lips.
"I see your uncle is still not telling you anything."
"What should he tell me, what do you know that I don't?" you tried to inquire, but he shook his head.
"No, it seems to me that it's not going to be that easy. You want information? Well, tell me, what's in it for me?" he challenged you, you stammered several times and looked at yourself, you knew perfectly well what he wanted from you.
"I've come all this way, haven't I? I put on the dress..." You mumbled looking for what you really wanted to say. You jumped in your own skin when his fingers caressed your bare arm.
"Are you going to let me take it off? What made you change your mind? Are you that desperate to save your uncle?" you knew he didn't care, he really didn't care what you answered, he was just playing with you.
"It's the only thing I have, if this way I can get him to settle his debt to you..." You lowered your head feeling defeated. His smile widened, his proximity disappeared in a couple more steps, his two hands gripped your shoulders and he held your chin to force you to look at him.
"I'm going to take your body, you're going to be mine, I'm going to fuck you over and over again on that bed." His thumb caressed your lips, your eyes filled with tears. "You're going to beg, you're going to moan, I'm going to make it so tomorrow you can't walk again." A tear ran down your cheek, but the leader of The Vipers didn't care.
His hands closed over your cheeks kissing you intensely. You held him by the wrists panting as his tongue burst into your mouth carelessly, tangling with yours, making you retreat a few steps until your back hit the wall of the room. He released your cheeks unbuttoning the collar of your dress to pull it down to your waist, even though it's not cold, you feel your skin react to the change in temperature. Your nipples harden as they are exposed, his hands close around your tits, squeezing them, massaging them between his fingers. You moan low without being able to control yourself as he leaves your mouth, his lips running down your neck where he kissed and bit your skin, his fingers still playing with your nipples, tugging them lightly until they were completely hard and erect.
Marco wanted your body and he was going to get it.
He left you completely naked before him pulling your dress down to your feet. His eyes roamed all over you, his hands touched, caressed every curve of your body enjoying the soft touch of your skin against his palms. You gasped, looking sideways at him, cheeks flushed, breath hitching, fists clenched not knowing what to do with your hands. An exclamation of surprise died on your lips as his fingers brushed your little button between your legs, you closed your eyes covering your face with both hands, feeling shame wash over you.
"I can't believe no one has ever touched you here before..." Marco's voice was rough, deep. The tip of his middle finger moving in small circles over your clit sending all over your body cramps of pleasure, sensations swirling in your belly for the first time, confusing you. "Look at you... So pure, so lost... You haven't even touched yourself, have you?" his voice sounded with an amused tone mixed with pure lust.
You were unable to look up, your body cowering against him, feeling his hand forcing your legs open, touching your swollen muscle more intently with his index finger, his middle running down your slit, parting your folds. A jolt shook your whole body, your eyes opened wide as your hand clutched at Marco's arm, he looked down at you with an amused smile.
"It feels good, I know. I'm being careful with you, pretty girl, you should be grateful." There was something cruel in his voice, something that was obvious that promised he wouldn't be as careful as he claimed, he was just biding his time. He pulled away from you leaving you with a strange feeling of abandonment in your body, you saw him shed his clothes leaving only his boxers, his cock was marked against the fabric, evidence that he was starting to get aroused. He laid you down on the bed and positioned himself on top of you moving his hips against you, pounding your cunt with his cock still covered by the fabric. The action made your pussy begin to moisten again, soaking your folds, wetting the fabric of your underwear.
"I want to feel it." He spoke again drawing your attention realizing that his mouth was lowering dangerously between your legs. "I want to feel you cum for the first time. Let me taste what you taste like." His gaze riveted on you one last time before his lips closed over your swollen, needy clit.
Your body arched, involuntarily your legs closed against his head and your hands pulled at the man's hair. You didn't know how to define what you were feeling at that very moment as his lips caught your clit, sucking on your sensitive muscle, his tongue licking it, making a stimulating pressure on it as his lips closed a little tighter. You moaned uncontrollably, Marco opened his mouth wider to embrace your folds, his tongue flicking up and down your slit tracing your wetness until he pressed his tongue tip into your tight entrance. Your body tensed, your eyes widened and you heard Marco grunt as his mouth devoured you prolonging the orgasm that shook your body. He pulled away from you slowly, licking his lips, his eyes completely dark with desire, a smile etched on his mouth.
You cowered on the bed trying to protect your nakedness, feeling that your body was still recovering from the spasms coursing through it, tears pooling in your eyes began to run down your cheeks, but Marco didn't feel sorry for you. He crawled over your body to leave you trapped under his body, he wiggled his hips, his hard, needy cock rubbing against your hip bone leaving a wet trail over your skin.
"Did you want a treat?" He spoke over your ear catching your attention, making you look up at him. "Well, here's my deal; You will be mine, your body will belong to me, you will marry me and I will put a baby inside you." He hissed biting your neck. You gasped in surprise and shook your head sharply.
"N-no... No!" You tried to push him away so you could get away, but he held you back against the bed, pinning your wrists on the mattress, wedging himself between your legs so you couldn't get away. "Please don't!"
"Do you want your uncle to keep paying the debt that belonged to your father?" his words chilled the blood inside your veins.
"No... That's not... He would never..."
"Your father had gambling problems, he couldn't pay us back and when he died your uncle took over his debt so he wouldn't give you any trouble." He smiled with pure evil shining in his eyes. "He was afraid I might take advantage of you... And look at you, you finally came to me all by yourself."
Tears ran down your face again, feeling the anger growing inside your chest, the helplessness overtaking you, the feelings of guilt and shame building up, all this time believing your uncle was in trouble when in truth he was just protecting your stupid ass, for what, so that you would end up where he had tried to keep you from ending up, under Marco Vendetti's body, becoming one of his whores. You tensed as the man moved his hips, his cock hadn't lost its hardness at any point, it rubbed between your folds, its tip pressing against your over stimulated clit.
"Are you finally going to take responsibility for your debts?" Marco whispered again, there was malice, cruelty and amusement tinging his words, but you knew he was right. That was all about you, you had to finally take responsibility.
"O-Okay... I'll marry you..." You said so softly that Marco thought for a moment he had dreamed it. "But promise me you'll leave my uncle alone... None of this is his fault."
"Don't worry, I don't give a shit about your uncle." He assured you.
He held one of your legs to get better access to your cunt, his cock pressed against your entrance and pushed feeling your body react instantly to the intrusion by tightening around the tip of his cock that had barely managed to enter. A cry of pain came out of your mouth, you arched up and rested your hands on his chest wanting to push him away from you. It hurt, you felt uncomfortable, you didn't want him to continue, but Marco didn't stop, he pushed slowly pushing his length into you little by little, stretching your walls, making you lose control of yourself, again a strange sensation swirling inside you. It hurt, but at the same time the tugging you felt in your lower belly was nice and satisfying.
"S-Stop! It won't fit!" you cried out feeling full, your head dizzy, your mind clouded by the multiple sensations rushing through you at the same time.
"Of course it fits, honey. Your tight little pussy is taking me fucking good. I feel it squeezing me." His voice sounded husky, ecstatic, pleasure taking over his own judgment.
With one last thrust Marco was completely inside you, he needed a second to control himself and not cum at the sensation of your vagina suffocating his cock between your walls. You were grateful that he stopped, getting used to his invasion, the pain still shaking your body, you could feel the tip of his cock against your cervix, wanting to go much deeper, to reach his goal of impregnating you at that very moment. Before he could fully accommodate you to his size Marco began to move, pulling his cock out slowly again, leaving only the tip inside you and then thrusting all at once, all the way to the hilt, hitting your cervix again. You moaned loudly, arching under his body, digging your fingers into his arms. He released your leg to rest it on his waist and holding on to the sheets began to thrust at a frantic pace. In and out. Fast, brutal, deeper and deeper. The sensation of him pounding inside your loins each time he thrust inside you began to produce sparks in your vision turning you into a mess under his body letting him do whatever he wanted to you.
"That's it, take me completely." He growled in your ear, his lunges becoming more demanding, on the verge of his own orgasm. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill you so good, I'm going to put our baby inside you." He moaned against your ear and thrust several more times. "I'm going to fuck you until that stomach fills up." He assured you and lay completely still inside you. You closed your eyes holding in a gasp as his cum splashed and painted your walls white.
"Your father's debt is settled." He told you as he let you curl back onto the bed, your body marked by his hands, his teeth, your cunt dripping with his cum. "You belong to me now."
THE END!
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Summary: You are Leon’s sister and Fritzy forces you to marry Marco, the leader of The Vipers, to put an end to gang fights. Of course your hatred for Marco makes you want to refuse. But the man seems to enjoy the idea.
"No!" Was your answer, or rather your cry of indignation.
"Relax, please..." your brother Leon tried to reason with you, but again you turned indignantly to Fritzy who was smiling calmly knowing that you could do nothing against him.
"Have you gone mad!?! I will not marry under obligation! And least of all with him!" you shouted again directing your finger to nowhere as the man you were talking about was not there, not yet, but everyone knew who you were referring to.
"Enough!" Leon pulled you away from the man's table so you wouldn't jump on his neck and kill him right there. "Isn't there another option? Let us take care of The Vipers ourselves."
"I said no fighting, never again, that's why I'm doing this, for everyone's sake. I'm sick of your quarrels."
"He killed our brother!" you shouted back into the arms of your little brother, Bobby.
"Actually your brother killed himself." You heard a deep voice from the doorway and Bobby had to hold you tighter. "He was a junkie, he couldn't help it. Never knew when to stop." He scoffed.
"Marco..." Fritzy's deep voice made it clear to you that this was no time to joke, but there was an amused smile plastered on her face.
"Sorry, I have no manners." He scoffed again walking over to where you were standing. His smile still graced his face, his eyes swept over you completely and you shuddered. "Are you really the little sister of these two? Wow, I know who got the better genes." He joked again, a sour tone in every word that crawled out of his mouth.
"Marco..." Again the threat was present in the voice of the man who had gathered you all there which silenced the leader of The Vipers, but his sly grin still drilled into you.
"I refuse..." You spat angrily. "You can't, you have no right!" You roared without looking away from the newcomer.
"It doesn't depend on whether you want to or if there is a right, it's for the good of all. This way these fights will stop, the two gangs can become one, you all win and you stop giving me a headache."
"Look on the bright side, honey, you'll finally know what a real man is." Marco's voice came back to your ears and your hair stood up in goose bumps.
You didn't even respond, it wasn't worth it. With a snap of frustration you hurried out of the office, your brow tightly furrowed and your fists clenched. If anyone got in your way at that moment, they would suffer the consequences.
Leon watched you walk away followed by Bobby, but he walked slowly towards Marco who held out his hand mocking the whole situation even more, enjoying every moment he saw Leon's jaw clench restraining himself from killing him right there and then, in not disobeying direct orders. Marco hated him as much as he did, he had planned different ways to take revenge on him and all of you during the years he was in prison, Marco knew you, he knew of your existence as you had always been close to your brothers, you liked being part of the gang as much as the rest of the men who formed it, however being a woman they always kept you away from the fights, but Marco had seen you moving with Leon's men around the neighborhood on more than one occasion. In his eyes you were only a child when he had entered prison, he had never looked at you that way, you never caught his attention, but you had grown up, matured, you were wild like your brothers, you were a woman, in another situation maybe he himself would have gone after you to hurt your brothers, but this.
This was a thousand times better. Not only would he get revenge, but he would enjoy seeing the helplessness on his part for not being able to do anything against you, for not being able to defend himself. Not to mention the advantage of having a new woman at his side to take advantage of.
You were raging, you could not contain your fury, wherever you went everyone could feel the anger, frustration and rage that ran through your small and petite body, you muttered under your breath various curses while preparing your suitcase. You would get out of there, you weren’t going to stand idly by while that pig took advantage of you. No, you weren’t going to give him the pleasure, you would leave, before he could touch you you would already be far away from there.
Betsy came into your room when she heard the loud racket you were making in your room, she stood leaning against the door frame waiting for you to relax a little so she could talk.
"I never thought, out of the three of you, you were the coward." She spoke at last earning a strong look of hatred.
"I'm not being cowardly, I'm being reasonable. If I stay here I'm going to kill someone."
"Is it all because of the wedding? Leon told me..." She muttered looking sideways at you, your hands paused resting on the suitcase, the mere word made your stomach turn inside out.
"Marco Vendetti... Of all the men there could be in this city..." His name scratched your throat as you uttered it grimacing in distaste.
"Not every man in this city is at war with your brothers." She replied mockingly, you rolled your eyes, the last thing you needed was her teasing.
"I don't have time, Betsy, I need to get out of here."
"And where do you plan to go, what about Bobby and Leon? have you thought about your mother? She's already lost one son, are you going to make her lose the three she has left?"
"Nothing's going to happen to Leon and Bobby... And I'll write her as soon as I find a place to stay."
"You know perfectly well what will happen if you leave. Your brothers will end up dead at the hands of Fritzy and they'll come looking for you wherever you've gone and they'll end up with you too." She related your not-so-encouraging future and you looked at her with a frown, biting your lip.
"And what are you forcing me to accep? I should marry Marco? that's the future I deserve?"
"I always thought you were the smartest one in this family." She sighed leaning closer to you. "I don't want you to marry him either, he's a pig, I hate him as much as you do, but think about it coldly. I'm sure you can find something positive in all this." She said to you raising her eyebrows, leaving the conversation at an end as she put on her sunglasses and left your room.
You frowned more if possible, wanting to understand what Betsy was referring to.
You didn't run away, the fear that Leon's girlfriend left upon your heart at the thought of what might happen to your brothers if you left prevented you from doing so, you didn't know for sure if Betsy was right about them going after them or yourself, but you knew that Fritzy was a dangerous man with limited patience, it was best not to cause any more trouble than you already had on your hands. You wanted to talk to him again, remind him that your brother was dating Jimmy's sister Annie and that she was Marco's right hand man, maybe if they married he could bring peace of mind to both sides as well. However the man again refused.
"Marco is the leader, to keep you all quiet and calm, I need him to be quiet and calm." Was his only response before forcing you out of his office.
So that was all you could fight for yourself and your freedom. Although no one agreed with the wedding, no one could open their mouths, it seemed that the only one who was really enjoying the whole situation was Marco himself. Every once in a while he would show up in your neighborhood only to stand there, standing by his car, watching you in silence, then he would leave again without saying a word. It went on for several weeks during which you felt your nerves on edge every time he was too close.
That afternoon you decided to go to the pool, your group of friends and Annie, you had almost adopted her as a friend, despite her brother being part of The Vipers, she was funny, rebellious, said things as she thought and didn't feel affinity for the gangs, nor too much love for her asshole brother, so you liked her. She wanted to be with Bobby, gang trouble was an issue she wanted no part of, she was even trying to get Bobby out of that stuff, although you both knew that was quite a bit more complicated.
You positioned yourselves in an area by the hammocks to get more comfortable and soak up some sun, arranged your towels and huffed loudly when you saw Marco on the other side of the pool.
"What the hell is he doing here?" you huffed, the man never showed up there, he was going with Jimmy and some more of his men.
"He's obviously just come to annoy you." Annie said also with a tired tone in her voice. "Ignore him, I'm sure he'll leave when he realizes you're ignoring him." She proposed and you decided to heed him, not wanting him to spoil a good summer day for you.
You ignored him as best you could, you tried to focus all your attention on the conversation with your friends, getting your feet a little wet inside the pool and sunbathing while reading a fashion magazine, but every now and then your gaze would turn to Marco unconsciously.
Marco was inside the water playing with some of the kids there, the man was worse than a demon, but he always had a warm and friendly touch with the kids, at least in public, you had even heard that he had given Scooch a bike, although you were sure he had done it just to annoy Leon. With his hair wet, the hair gel no longer held the locks he had combed back letting them stick to his forehead and he had to shake his head from time to time, he had a much wilder touch, on his skin the sun was reflected in the thousands of water droplets that ran down his strong back. You startled when Annie caught your attention nudging you.
"He may be a jerk, but you have to admit, he's a pretty good looking jerk." She whispered smiling wickedly at you.
You wanted to retort at that, but your gaze returned to Marco, who was now looking in your direction, a small smile plastered on his own face. You shook your head and refocused on your magazine.
You were going crazy.
The wedding was there, it had arrived faster than you had expected, taking advantage of the good summer days everyone had rushed to get everything ready for the date of the 'big' event, you preferred a kick in the ribs rather than being there, in your room, surrounded by women who were helping you with your dress, your hair and your makeup. You wanted to scream, to tell them all to leave you alone, to close the door and never come out of there again, like a little girl, but you knew that none of them would leave you, that even Marco Vendetti himself would come and get you if necessary.
You were wearing a beautiful long sleeved lace dress, tight to your bust and waist to then fall long, with a gauzy fabric, trailing in a long train behind you, the veil was lace too and reached almost to your elbows, they had gathered your hair in a nice bun and the makeup was discreet, very subtle.
You left your room to go with your brother, Leon would take you to the altar, to the church where The Vipers and the guys from your brother's band should already be waiting for you. You thought about them for a moment as you walked with Leon to the door of the church where everyone was waiting for you. You always thought you would end up marrying Tino, since you were kids you had been together and you always had feelings for him, but now it was no longer up to you. You felt the urge to cry out of frustration come over you, needing a moment to calm down. You were not going to give Marco the satisfaction of seeing you destroyed.
The ceremony was extensive, too many words of love and romanticism for a wedding that was completely agreed, that no one felt love there, the only one who seemed to enjoy it all was Marco who did not stop smiling throughout the ceremony, even his smile became wider and cruel at the moment of the 'I do'.
"You may kiss the bride." The priest had said, you wanted to protest but Leon's gaze shut you up again.
Marco lifted your veil without removing that disgusting smile of victory from his mouth, his hand closed like a shackle on the back of your neck and his mouth caught yours, dominant, demanding, wanting to demonstrate the power he had at that moment over you and all of you, his tongue burst into your mouth almost choking you.
"Easy, son, you will have time on the wedding night for this." Said the priest and you thanked him for interrupting, being able to push him away from you.
The celebration continued in a hotel with quite a reputation, Fritzy had taken care of everything, preparing the ceremony, organizing the reception in the restaurant and booking one of the hotel rooms specially prepared for such occasions. The food was delicious, people were animated despite knowing that everything was a damn peace agreement, The Vipers enjoyed, sang, drank and ate, but did not mess with the rest of the guests, the guys from Deuces were quieter but as time went by and the drinks started to cheer up as much as the others. At the head table you and Marco were seated, the man didn't let you move around too much, but whenever they could you escaped to your brothers table at least to stop smelling the cologne of the leader of Los Vipers.
You had to admit that Marco had made an effort to get ready for the occasion, the suit yielded to his body perfectly, his broad shoulders and strong arms were marked on his tuxedo jacket, on his shirt, making clear his strong and worked shape, the peg pants, far from being old sweatpants, gave him a slimmer figure, making him taller to the eye, enhancing a nice ass. You had to admit. The hair he always wore slicked back and slicked back was now cut short, but some very short locks fell across his forehead giving him that unruly touch, that naughtiness he didn't try hard to hide.
As Annie told you that day at the pool; he was a pig, but he was fucking attractive.
Gradually even you yourself stopped caring to enjoy with your friends and family the day. You drank, you danced, you even dared to hug and flirt with Tino like you used to do. The man didn't move away from you, smiling at you as he alone knew how he danced with you and hugged you in one of the slow songs, neither of you wanting to move away, but it was the dance of the bride and groom, and Marco at once appeared to claim you. His hands tightened on your waist carefully clinging you to his body, he held your hand and you danced slowly, his blue eyes locked on you like two knives, his mischievous smile didn't disappear from his mouth, you were uncomfortable and at the same time something made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
The night was falling over the city, the guests left the restaurant saying goodbye to you, your brothers and your mother were the last ones left, reluctant to leave you alone with Vendetti, but they could do nothing to avoid it.
Not anymore.
You hugged Bobby and Leon and then said goodbye to your mother with a soft kiss on the cheek, you could see how the woman left with her eyes full of tears. You were no better, though.
You asked for the room key as the two of you walked up to the room in awkward silence. You were surprised Marco hadn't opened his mouth yet or jumped you in the middle of the hotel hallway. He seemed to be starting to take his role as a husband seriously. You made your way to the room you were to share that night. You stopped ready to ask him for the keys, but he opened the door with a wave of his hand, inviting you in.
"Come in, mia cara.” He said to you and his voice slurring the words in Italian made you wince making you frown, crossing your arms.
"Don't talk to me in Italian, and fuck you, just in case." You growled getting a chuckle from the leader of The Vipers at your comment.
"No doubt you're Leon's sister, as wild as he is."
"And what does that mean?" You got defensive again.
"Nothing, isn't it true?" The mockery was still marked in his voice, in that crooked smile that was making you nervous, you clicked your tongue with annoyance entering the room feeling him following your steps inside the room, closing behind him.
"If you think we're going to share a room..." You started to say wanting to throw him out of there.
"We're married, remember?" He cut off your words by raising his hand where the wedding ring was, your eyes fell on your own ring, tensing your jaw. "What would Frizty think if she saw me sleeping in another room? I don't think she'd like that." You hated that he was right, but you still couldn't trust him to just stand there idly.
You startled when he approached you noiselessly, just like a cat, his hands rested on your waist and you wanted to push him away, his fingers tightened on your skin covered by your wedding dress going up very slowly to the zipper of the dress, ready to pull it down. You pulled away from him as if it burned looking at him with hatred, but he didn't seem to mind, his hand was still on your waist, pulling you back to his side, his two hands resting on your hips again.
"You'd enjoy this more if you were with him, wouldn't you?" He said suddenly without looking away from you, but more serious now. You trembled in his grip. "That guy... Friend of your brother's, what was his name, Milo?" You froze opening your eyes wide, I knew perfectly well who he was talking about, but he wanted to make you jump, you knew he was provoking you.
"Tino..." You whispered wanting to let go, but Marco held you tighter.
"That, Tino." A rogue grimace formed on his mouth again, raising his eyebrows. "I've seen you guys at the restaurant, well, me and everyone." His tone turned dark, almost cruel. "It's very ugly to cheat on your husband like that, in front of everyone."
"I didn't cheat on anyone... In that case..." You bit your tongue, but not in time.
"In such a case? So that's it, your plans have been cut short by me." There was no sorrow in his voice, no regret. Rather he was enjoying it. "But you're mine now, you know that, don't you?" His body pressed closer to yours, his nose brushed your cheek as you turned your face away thus preventing him from kissing you, if that was his intention. "You're mine, and for Tino's sake, you should respect me." His voice sounded like a growl. You turned to look at him, angry.
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, more like a warning." He shrugged, his hands moving up from your waist to the zipper of your dress again. "I'm sure you don't want anything to happen to your Tino, so be a good girl and spread your legs for me."
You frowned, your hand shot out impacting against his cheek. You gasped in surprise as he slapped you back, however Marco also looked at you in shock as you hit him again. You both stared at each other, breathing fast, eyes darkened in a strange mixture bubbling in your stomachs. Anger and desire. You gasped against his mouth as Marcus kissed you with the same fury with which he had devoured your mouth in front of the altar a few hours earlier. You sighed holding onto his shoulders, the urge to push him away was defeated when his tongue burst into your mouth tangling with yours wrenching a moan from you. You heard the zipper of your dress unzip with a violent hiss, his hands went up to your shoulders and he pulled the dress down leaving the fabric tangled around your waist, revealing your girth, your chest only covered with your bra. Marco pulled away from you to watch you, the impulse to run away present in you, you want to cover yourself, but he pulls your body back to his, his face hiding in your neck, his mouth kissing your skin, his tongue licking the line of your jaw. You closed your eyes sighing at the sensation, your goose bumps, your legs trembled and Marco tugged your dress a little more until it fell to the floor sliding down your legs. The man's hands closed over your cheeks, lifting you up smoothly, your legs wrapped around his waist for fear of falling backwards as Marco walked to the bed where he dropped you. He stripped quickly, the smokin jacket along with the shirt fell to the floor, he kicked off his shoes in a couple of kicks and the pants ended up along with the rest of the clothes. He knelt on the edge of the bed crawling towards you, positioning himself over your body, leaving you trapped between the mattress and himself.
Your gazes connected again, lust shining in his fully dilated pupils, you bit your lip searching in your mind to say something or do something to tease him, but you were completely enraptured in his electrified gaze. Marco leaned over your body, his mouth trapping yours, this time less intense, but just as dominant, demanding your lips part to bury his tongue inside, entangling it with yours, biting your lip, pulling it back as he parted to kiss and bite your neck. You felt him mark your skin in different kisses and bites, you wanted to push him away, tangling your fingers in his hair, but he didn't pull away, he held you by the wrists putting your arms above your head, looking at you again. The wicked smile again marked on his lips.
"Be a good girl, mía cara.” He whispered in your ear and you closed your eyes with a mumbled moan.
With one hand he was able to hold your wrists without difficulty, leaving one hand free to pull up your bra leaving your tits exposed, he massaged the contour of one of them without taking his eyes off you, pinching your nipple making you arch on the bed at the sensation of pleasure that ran through you. His hand slowly made its way down to your panties, he reached inside them and stroked your center very slowly, stimulating your clitoris that was begging to be tended to. You moaned loudly feeling embarrassed for not being able to control your reactions, the man's smile became much wider, the pressure of his fingers on your clit increased moving in circles, you spread your legs apart to give him more access and your hips moved on their own against his hand wanting to intensify the pleasure.
"Look at you, so willing for me... I'm sure Tino wouldn't be able to get it." He said mockingly, the mention of his name caused several tears of frustration to pool in your eyes.
"Do you really think you're the first one to touch me? Tino was doing a hell of a lot better than you." You provoked him by watching him tense his jaw. "You look like you're petting a cat, now I understand why no woman wants to be with you, you suck."
"You think so?" he asked with a growl, he stopped touching your clit and his fingers roamed your folds. "Then why are you so wet?"
"Do you really think I'm thinking about you right now?" you teased him again and anger flashed in his eyes. "I may not be able to be with him, but I can at least imagine it."
"You're a whore." He snapped and his fingers pierced your pussy suddenly cutting off your breath.
You wanted to stop him, but your hands were still tightly gripped by his above your head, it frustrated you to see how easily he could dominate you with one hand. You tried to close your legs to get him to let go, but his legs held you open, his fingers moving quickly in and out of you. You gritted your teeth hard not to give him pleasure to hear you, despite his roughness he knew how and where to touch you, your gaze clouded as his fingers stung your G-spot relentlessly feeling his fingers slipping deeper and deeper. You arched up without being able to control the violent moan that escaped your mouth as your whole body jerked, pleasure coursing through you uncontrollably, making you dizzy. Yet Marco didn't give you time to recover.
He let go of your wrists for a second to pull down his boxers, his hard cock pointing at you, the tip red, glistening, dripping with anticipation, you stirred nervously beneath his body as he held you again. Your eyes filled with tears, a plea died inside your mouth as he covered your mouth with his hand.
"It's too late for regrets, girl." He whispered in a hoarse voice. "I'm going to make you forget him, I'm going to make you beg, make you scream my name." He assured you.
"That's not going to happen..." you hissed angrily when he uncovered his mouth, but far from annoying you, his smile grew much wider.
Marco braced your legs to keep them spread, placed the tip of his cock against your entrance, moved over your folds to lubricate its full length, and pushed himself inside your vagina with a single thrust of his hips. The air escaped your lungs in a muffled scream, the man's body lay on top of yours, trapping you, his fingers tangled in your hair using the top of your head for support, his other hand gripped you tighter from the legs he still held, his fingers marking your skin as his hips moved, thrusting in and out of you, giving you no time to get used to his invasion. Your free hands fell on his shoulders trying to push him away from you, your nails buried in his skin creating thin threads of blood on his freckled shoulders, but the man didn't pull away, he kept on ramming with the same intensity.
His mouth caught yours again, his tongue forcing its way in, tangling with yours, fucking your mouth almost as desperately as his cock fucked your pussy.
"So tight and look at you..." He pulled away from your mouth when he felt your hands stop making resistance on his shoulders and your legs trembling around his waist. "You’re taking me so well..." He growled in your ear and your body vibrated at his deep tone.
“I hate you…” You said in a whisper, not knowing if you were really saying it to hurt him or to believe it yourself..
“I know, mia cara, me too.” He responded by biting his lip pushing deeper.
Your body arched as he rotated his hips, the tip of his cock hitting at a new angle your G-spot, making you moan loudly, his eyes shining with intensity as he heard you, continuing to move in that same position, battering your pussy with each violent thrust, making you see stars.
You moaned once more as you were aware that your body was again on the edge, the pleasure was giving way to the initial pain and the rage you felt towards him, however Marco stopped abruptly, he separated his body from yours to watch you on top of you, slowly, almost boredly he moved inside you again.
"Beg me."
"No." You shook your head with pride.
"Come on... I know you were about to cum, beg me." He grunted without stopping his slow movements.
"No..."
"Please..." You whispered, your arms wrapped around his neck wanting to keep him glued to you as much as possible.
"I felt your pussy clench, you can't fool me." He pushed once hard and your sight filled with little lights. "There it is, again." He leaned over you, his tongue brushed and caressed your ear, your hair stood up in goose bumps and you closed your eyes. "Beg me and I'll make you cum like never before." He assured you and you moaned low.
"Please, what?"
"Please, Marco..." You moaned low, a tear of frustration running down your face. "Please, I need you to move..."
"Do you want to cum?" he insisted, but stopped the movement of his hips.
"Yes..."
"Beg me." He ordered you and pushed once more hard to stay still inside you.
"Marco, please, I need to cum!" you cried out, fed up and desperate.
Far from answering you his hands sank under your body, his fingers closed over the skin of your ass and he hid his face in the hollow of your shoulder as he lifted your hips a little and began to move again fast and deep inside you, hitting your sensitive spot inside you. Your vision went black, you wrapped around his shoulders tighter, your legs tightening around his hips pushing him further onto your body, feeling him more intense, deeper. You moaned against his ear as the orgasm overtook you jerking you under his body, your nails clawing at his back, his teeth closing over the skin of your shoulder as his onslaught became more erratic reaching the limit himself, painting your walls white as he cum inside you.
You both needed a moment to catch your breath. There were no words of love or affection, you both knew there never would be. Marco pulled away from you watching you for a second, proud of the mess you had become under his hands. He carefully climbed out of you, snapping his tongue as he discovered some blood next to the trickle of cum leaking from your pussy. He got up from the bed reaching for a cigarette. The smoke drifted into his lungs relaxing his body even more. He looked at you still lying on the bed, hugging the sheets, not daring to move from there.
"You're mine now." He said to you taking another puff on his cigarette. "I hope you know how to be good."
The End.
Sorry, but I had to make him speak Italian, just a little bit, it was superior to me.
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