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“I want this to be over with. I don’t want to feel anymore. So, I’ll do your job for you Marco. I’ll make it easy for you,” I cry, ready to pull the trigger right when he shouts.
As soon as my finger is about to press down, he moves like a shadow. He rushes to me and knocks the gun out of my grasp, pulling me against his chest as I sob and wail against him, his nose pressed into my hair as he walks me towards the bed and sits me down on top of his lap, my tears wetting the dark cotton of his t-shirt.
“I hate you,” I sob. “I hate you so fucking much, Marco De Vico.”
He smooths my hair onto my back, rubbing it with soft circles as he repeats his next words over and over again into my ear.
“I know, baby. I know you do,” he whispers, rocking me back and forth as I cry for what feels like an eternity, making up for the lost time that I’ve spent for the last three weeks.
“Why do you keep doing this to me? I know you want me to suffer, but trust me when I say, I’ve suffered fully. I’m ready for death now, I want it. So just get it over with, please. Just kill me,” I whisper my head ripping away from him and turning into my shoulder.
I try to get off his lap, but he just hugs me tighter, anchoring me down and pressing me into his body.
“I’m not going to kill you, Lori. I can’t,” he says, his voice thick with emotion, which only makes me angrier because he really has upped his manipulation tactics since I’ve been out of it.
“Yes, you can and you will. You’ve been saying that you will since you’ve taken me so just fucking do it already, Marco! What are you waiting for?” I shout into his face.
He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move or say anything, he just holds me against him and stares at me through his large, black framed glasses.
“Why?” I whisper, ready to give up.
He swallows audibly, his nostrils flaring as his hands move back to my face.
“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know,” he whispers and that breaks me even more.
When I try to move this time, I feel the outline of his growing erection beneath me, which fills me with a new understanding.
He knows why, he just wants to fuck me one more time before he does. Well, if I’m going to die, I may as well go out with a bang. Literally.
“You want to fuck me, Marco?” I hiss, grinding my hips down on him as he groans, his fingertips twitching against my cheeks.
“You want to fuck me all rough again before you kill me? Fine, do it. I want you too,” I say, leaning forward to bite at his bottom lip, my anger taking over.
“Fuck me and then get rid of me,” I push him back onto the bed and straddling him as my hands go to his pants and start to unbutton them.
“Lori, stop this now!” He orders, but I don’t listen. He can be in control in a minute, right now, I’m done with his bullshit gimmicks. I want to get him undressed and to get this all over with.
I’m just about to free his cock from his jeans when he rips my hands away and throws me onto my back, his massive body pinning me to the bed as he grabs my hands and throws them above my head.
“I don’t want to fucking kill you, okay? Get through your goddamn skull and let me explain,” he hisses, his nose pressed to mine as he speaks.
“I don’t want to kill you and I’m not trying to manipulate you. I’ve been trying to resurrect you this these last few weeks. I’ve been trying to pull you from your fucking shell because... because...” He stops, his head dropping in frustration as he shakes it.
“Because why?” I sneer, my nostrils flared wide as I wait for his response.
His head snaps back up, his gaze burning into my face.
“Because like it or not, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop craving you. Out of both of us, I am the one that has been suffering. I’ve been driving myself mad, trying to deny myself you. And when you shut yourself off, all I could think of was bringing you back. All I wanted was for you to yell at me again. I just want you.” His sweaty forehead presses against mine as he barks the words at my face, throwing me for a loop yet again.
“You... you want me?” I whisper, blinking up at him in confusion, in fucking despair because none of this makes sense.
“God help us both, Lorena. I do. I want you so goddamn much, woman,” he says, his words sinking through me and threatening to sneak inside of my heart.
Before I can let them, I decide to distract myself. I decide to give in to this overwhelming urge that I have to kiss him. I turn my head up the second he meets my eyes, plastering my mouth to his as I claim his lips with my greedy kiss. And he takes it with eagerness. He lets go of my hands and grabs my face, kissing me for all he’s worth as I wriggle and moan against him, desperate for friction. For anything that can tear me away from the words that he just spoke.
I bite at his mouth, my hips rising off the bed to press into his, his erection greeting me instantly. My pussy grows wet with need, weeping for him as I moan against his mouth. I rip away, my hands going to my shirt before I lift it off of me, my breasts on full display. I can feel his gaze travel to them, the burning sensation causing my nipples to tingle in response. Before I can go back to kissing him, his dark head leans down, catching my left nipple between his teeth before he sucks it into his hot mouth, his beard scratching at the soft skin of my chest. I moan wildly, his mouth sucking my nipple slowly, his tongue circling around it as his other hand goes to my right breast, his fingertips circling the nipple there.
Just when I am about to become delirious with pleasure, he stops and pulls away. He kisses down my stomach, licking the inside of my navel before he kneels and pulls my pants away from my body and throwing them onto the floor. My pussy is bare and the cold air hits it immediately, drawing a hiss from my lips as my hips rise off the mattress. The sound of his voice, deep and dark as he spreads my legs apart on the bed, bending my knees up as his mouth starts to inch closer to my sex.
