Frank laughs once again. “How much is this one paying you, slut?”
Marco’s hand is still over mine, holding the dagger with me as I tentatively step closer to the chair.
“That’s it. Now, what do you want to do?” His voice in my ear sends a lustful shiver up my spine, but that’s as fucked-up as this situation, so I tamp it down. This is not the time.
“This is all wrong. I…”
“Let me help.”
We move forward as one, closer to the bleeding man in the chair, and Marco moves my hand up, the dagger now resting against Frank’s throat.
“I don’t know what I ever saw in you. You’re weak, pathetic, ungratef—”
Something comes over me with Frank’s words as they turn into more of a gargle, and it’s not Marco, it’s me who’s pushing the dagger into his skin, causing blood to pool at the new opening.
“That’s it, Tesoro.”
My hand is shaking now, the reality of what’s happening is starting to come back to me and I’m scared about how right this feels.
Marco steadies me and slowly guides my hand across Frank’s throat, the dagger creating a bloody line as it moves. It’s not as easy as it looks in the movies, there’s a little more resistance as it goes over his Adam’s apple.
I should look away, be sick, run, scream, cry… anything other than what I’m doing right now, which is staring at the bloody mess in front of me as the life leaves Frank’s eyes. The universe is going to send me some shitty karma to make up for this. Then again, maybe I am the karma. Frank has been an evil, nasty man, and I never would have known if it wasn’t for Marco.
I feel stronger and weaker all at the same time. My body sags back against Marco and my grip on the dagger loosens. It falls from my fingers as Marco catches me and I turn into his chest. One palm rests against my head while the other rubs up and down my back, and for the first time in too long, I allow my tears to fall.
After a few minutes, Marco places his hands on either side of my head and moves me to look up at him.
“Your tears are beautiful, Tesoro.”
A need builds in my stomach as I stare into his deep gray eyes full of respect, then I glance at his mouth and find myself grabbing at his shirt, pulling him onto me. I attack his mouth with the same desperation he always seems to claim me with, pushing all my shitty emotions aside so I can feel something good, something I can control.
I search his tongue out with mine, nipping at it and sucking on his bottom lip as his hands move from my head, over my shoulders, down my back and rest on my ass. He squeezes, making me groan into his mouth, and my hands grip at his hair, holding him close to me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifts me, I feel his thick, hard cock against my ass, sending flutters through my clit.
“Fuck me.” They’re barely words, but I say them like my life depends on it in between rough kisses and nips.
“As you wish, Tesoro.”
Marco walks with me in his arms, slamming my back into the door and moving my dress up my legs so he has better access. He holds me with one arm, and unbuttons his pants with the other, then moves my panties aside and slams right into me in one deep thrust. I’m wet enough to fill the Nile, so his cock slides in like it was always meant to be there.
“Yes!” I scream into his ear as I grip onto him, allowing him to fuck me with abandon.
He slams in and out of me, kissing and licking at my neck, and rubbing at my clit with his free hand, the other gripping at my thigh—which will no doubt bruise, but I don’t give a shit.
“Don’t come yet,” he growls into my ear before biting my lobe, and I groan loudly at the order and sensations all rolling into one.
“Please, Marco.”
“Not yet.”
In, out, in, out, bite, lick, flick, pinch… it’s all too much yet not enough.
“Oh God, Marco, please.”
His grunts at my ear are causing my nipples to pebble against the material of my dress, rubbing against it and making my insides bubble and build with pleasure. He moves his hand from my clit to my throat, holding me in place as he attacks my mouth once more, biting my bottom lip before licking the pain away.
“Come for me now, Tesoro.”