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I’m taking a risk going with him and not returning home. Am I making the right choice?
There's a glossy black car waiting for us on the curb. Marco loads our bags, not allowing the driver to do it. I catch Marco slipping him some money, whispering in his ear. The guy nods––I duck into the back seat. There's a black divider between us, the kind meant for limos.
"What's that all about?" I ask, pointing.
Marco shuts the door. We're alone in the backseat. "For this." Leaning across, he presses me into the seat, hands in my hair, mouth on my throat.
"Marco," I gasp. I toss a nervous look at the divider.
"He can't see us or hear us. Trust me." His drags his teeth over my skin until I'm trembling. "We've got a long drive ahead of us. Let's make it fly by."
I've never had sex in a car before. Definitely not a moving one!
But with Marco's hands roaming my body, I'm not thinking about the logistics. I'm lost in the feel of him, the taste of his lips on my skin. I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, wanting him to devour me whole. He's all-consuming, a force that I can't resist. The car speeds down the highway, the world outside a blur. Inside, it's just me and him, lost in our own little bubble.
"God, Filia," he says, his voice rough with desire. "I can't get enough of you."
I moan in response, my hands clawing at his back. I don't think I've ever wanted someone this much before. It's almost scary how much I need him.
"I love the way you feel against me," he says, voice husky. "I love how your mouth tastes. The way you draw me in." His lips brush my ear. "You're fucking perfect."
I'm not perfect, but right now, with Marco's hands on me, I feel close to it. His fingers glide up my thigh, under my skirt. When they touch my skin, my whole body clenches. Marco grins, the sight of it makes me even wetter.
"You're soaking for me," he murmurs, pausing over my clit. "So sweet."
He pushes my panties aside and begins to circle my clit with his finger. I gasp, the sensation shooting through me. Quickly, he adds another finger and begins to pump them in and out, just the way I love it. More. I need more.
"I want you inside me," I say, pulling at his shirt.
He slips his fingers out, then yanks his pants down, fumbling with his underwear. He's so rock hard I'm amazed he got them off at all. Marco pushes me onto my back and I spread my knees, welcoming him to me. He kisses me as he slides inside, his tongue exploring my mouth. I squeeze his ass, pulling him forward until his balls brush my thighs.
Tightening my legs around him, I start to move my hips, working him inside me with every thrust.
Marco groans, his pace quickening. He grips my ass hard, yanking me against him. The friction feels amazing. His power over me is complete and I love it.
"I'm close," he groans. I reach down, rubbing my clit as I chase my own orgasm. The pressure inside me is rising fast. I can't hold back. Marco's thrusts grow quicker, more erratic.
"Fuck, Filia," he grunts, his cock pulsing inside me. I can feel him coming, his hot seed filling me to the brim. It sends me over the edge; I squeal, covering my mouth to muffle the sound. Marco grasps my wrist and pulls my hand away. "No, bad girl, I want to hear you scream as you come for me."
And I fucking do. I scream for him as my pussy tingles, my clit a swollen mess. I'm dazed when the car jolts to a stop, startling us both. Marco pulls away, a grin on his face. "Looks like we're here," he says. I sit up, looking out the tinted window. The yacht is exquisite. It looks more like a resort than a boat.
"Better get yourself presentable," he says with a playful grin. I get his meaning, untangling from his warm body to make sure my clothes are back in place. My pussy has soaked my panties through, I know the seat will be shiny with my juice. The knowledge makes me blush, it also turns me on all over again.
The driver opens our door and Marco steps out. He helps me out, lifting me with ease. I'm still reeling from our rush of passion, all my limbs are weak. "I guess this is it," he says. "You're about to meet the rest of my brothers."
"After Derek, I bet the rest are a breeze," I say with a wry smile.
"If only," he laughs, kissing my cheek.
He says it lightly, but there's a darkness to his words. Something that makes me remember what he told me about Derek. And as I face the water, taking in the beautiful cruise ship rising like a tower above me, every inch of my skin shivers.
The good news is that it's not illegal to commit murder on international waters.
Chapter Ten
Two men stand shoulder to shoulder in front of the ramp to the ship. If I had any doubt they were expecting us, that dissipated when they see Marco, straighten up, and wave.
"That's Heratio," he says in my ear, "on the left. Nathan is on the right."
