“Who does this cunt belong to?” He speaks after nipping at my tongue, then licks it better as he waits for an answer I don’t want to give him.
“Me. It belongs to me,” I bite back. He won’t let me orgasm anyway, he’s been withholding it the last few days… what’s a few more? I can finish myself off in bed like I have been whenever I’m alone. It’s not the same, but it’ll do—I feel like a horny fucking teenager with the number of times I’ve masturbated lately.
Slowly pulling out of me, he grins, and pushes back inside, his palm hitting just right and making me groan. “I said, who does this cunt belong to, Tesoro?” He begins sliding his hand backward and forward, in and out, rubbing against all the spots that make my legs shake.
Groaning again, I look him square in the eye. “Me.” My voice is breathy, and even I don’t believe what I’m saying, because right now, this man is owning my pussy like a fucking champion.
He chuckles, a deep, grumbly kind that makes my nipples impossibly harder.
“One more time. Who does this cunt belong to?” Bending his head, one hand still holding my arms up, the other inside my panties, he bites through my top in exactly the right place to get my nipple.
“Oh God, Marco.” The sensations running through my body keep building and I swear I’m going to pass out as he starts flicking my nipple with his tongue, the damp material from his spit adding to the sensations.
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” His thrusts become faster, deeper, his need for my nipple more urgent as he drops my arms and lifts my top to remove the barrier between his mouth and my skin. He sucks, and flicks, and bites down, and every nerve ending is on fire, my breathing erratic as I run my fingers through his hair, pulling at it as an orgasm rips through my body and I scream at the sensations.
Definitely not the same as doing it myself.
“There’s my good girl,” he says at my ear.
Coming down from the best orgasm since Christmas Eve, I realize the fucker thinks I was answering his question, when it was just a slip of the tongue. His name only left my lips in a moment of weak passion. My cunt does not belong to him.
“Get off me. I have a ferry to catch, and all you’re doing is holding me up.” I push at his solid chest, and he slides his fingers from my panties, causing me to shudder as he grazes over my slit.
“Mmm, you taste so sweet, Dolcezza. But know, the next time you come will be on my bare dick, after you’ve begged me to fuck you.”
Resting his fingers against my mouth, he forces my lips open and pushes inside. I want to bite down, but instead, I roll my eyes and suck, like the good girl I absolutely am not.
“That’s two, Dolcezza.” His fingers leave my mouth with a pop of my lips from the suction, and he immediately puts them in his own mouth, sucking them clean with his eyes closed in some kind of freaky ecstasy as he moans.
“Whatever, Marco. I need to leave.”
With eyes now open again, he grabs my chin and forces my gaze to meet his. “Downstairs. Now.”
“Fine, but then I have to go.” I roll my shoulders back in defiance and angrily sort my clothes out so I don’t look like I’ve just been finger-fucked against a wall.
Halfway down the stairs with Marco, I hear voices… voices I recognize, and I pause. Did he really…?
“You’re a controlling dick. Very clever, asshole,” I whisper so quietly, but he hears me before I remove my hand from his and continue down the stairs, Marco following close behind.
“It kinda gives me the creeps, there’s just something here that shouldn’t be and it’s throwing the whole house off.”
“It’s a fucking monstrosity is what it is.”
I move my feet faster, my face hurting from the grin I can’t help but give my brother and sister-in-law before I pull them both in for a hug. Carefully, of course, because Ev’s still on crutches with his leg plastered up.
“River!” They both sing-song in unison, wrapping their arms around me in the most awkward three-way hug known to man.
“Hey, beautiful.” Petal winks at me as we part, rubbing her hand up and down my arm in that wonderful, soothing way she does.
“Hey, gorgeous.” I peck her on the cheek before giving her one last squeeze. I’m still beaming as I ask, “What are you guys doing here?”
“This dude behind you arranged everything. I’ll be honest, Riv, this is all a little weird.” Ev doesn’t look too impressed, but Petal has a whimsical look on her face.
“When Marco came to visit, he explained the connection you both share, and how much he freaking loves you. Then he asked Ev for your hand in marriage, and, babe, his aura said it all. There’s no way we could have said no.” She squeals and hugs me again, squeezing tightly.
Turning to look at Marco, I raise an eyebrow. He visited them? He actually stepped foot on Staten Island? I’m gob-smacked. How he ever got Petal and Ev on his side, I’ll never know. He’s clearly been telling some untruths, but Petal’s read on people is hardly ever wrong. Though, I’m not sure why I’m surprised. It’s like Marco Mancini was born under a lucky star. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles.
“Have fun with your family, Dolcezza. Stefano will show them to their room and then the next few days are yours. I’ve arranged a car to take you shopping in fifteen minutes.” He turns to address Ev next. “Ensure the girls get whatever their hearts desire. It’s all on me.”