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He steps closer to me and bends his head looking into my eyes. “Didn’t hear you. Say it louder,” he challenges.
I glare up at him. That bastard heard me. He knows it’s hard for me to speak those words, and now he’s challenging me.
“I’m getting married, Marco.”
“That supposed to mean something to me?”
“It means something to me,” I argue.
His hand goes to the back of my neck, and he bends his head instantly, claiming my mouth. I feel powerless and rooted to the spot as he plunders my heart, wrecking my determination and destroying all my good intentions like the savage he is.
His kisses are what I once lived for. The touch of his hand at the nape of my neck and the tiny circles he makes behind my ear where the bandage is shoots desire in my heart and fire in my belly.
When he finally pulls back, his dark eyes narrow. “You keep telling me that you’re getting married, but I can’t tell that it means a damn thing to you.”
“Because you keep doing shit like this!” I shout, pointing between us.
“If you really loved him then you wouldn’t let me. If you gave a fuck about being his wife, I wouldn’t be here doing this,” he says, wrapping his arms underneath me and lifting me from the floor.
My legs wrap around his waist, and I don’t feel powerless this time. If anything, I’ve intentionally pushed all thoughts of Kenneth and my fidelity to him out of my mind. I don’t even try to ration what I’m doing the way I did last night when I thought about all the shit Kenneth is putting me through.
Instead, I lose myself in the feeling of what Marco stirs inside of me. He walks us back to the inking room with a platform bed and opens the door. This room is where we do tattoos for our clients’ intimate areas.
After he closes the door, Marco lays me on the bed and covers my body with his. Hungrily he kisses me, demanding that I open my mouth and legs wider for him as he presses against my core.
Once again, my legs wrap around his waist, and his fingers work between us as he unfastens my jeans. His cool hand slides down my panties and strokes me three times before inserting a finger inside me.
“Ahh!” I cry out as I arch my back and press against his fingers.
He clamps his lips over mine again as he continues fingering me. There’s only so much I can take before I’m flooded with passion. I tug at his pants. Marco lets up long enough to undo them and then covers himself with a condom.
When he slides inside of me and ruts around, I feel whole. I didn’t know how badly I needed him until this moment. How the fuck can I deny him anything that he asks when he makes my body feel this way? Marco keeps me on fire with his kisses and his touch.
Can I live a life with a man who doesn’t make me feel this way?
Don’t we both deserve more?
Marco thrusts into me hard and takes ownership with unapologetic aggression.
“God!” I scream, arching off the bed.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he frantically pounds deeper inside me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bite into his neck. Marco releases a guttural groan, but he doesn’t let up.
The faster and more intense he thrusts inside me, the only sound I can hear is his coarse breathing, random curse words flying from his lips, and the sound of him pounding into my wet flesh.
I don’t expect to cum so fast, but we haven’t been at it for long before he has my body clenching from head to toe. I hold my breath as the ferocious waves of orgasm take me under. Marco cums seconds after me as his large, muscular arms clamp around me.
Although he’s holding me tight, I feel secure and...right. As if this is where I belong.
When he finishes, he peppers my face with kisses and then brushes my lips in the sweetest kiss he’s ever placed on me.
“What’s this?” he asks, fingering the bandage behind my ear.
Marco is still inside me, and I know he feels my body tense when he asks that question.
“A tattoo.”
He pulls back to gaze into my face. “Piper.”
