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SiennaThe lazy warmth of the hands that had been anchoring me down vanished instantly as Marcello sat up in a daze.The abrupt movement sent an agonizing throb through my temples, the hangover pounding behind my eyes like a sledgehammer. I scrambled backward against the headboard, my hands frantically pulling the heavy duvet up to my chin as if a piece of fabric could somehow protect me from the reality of the man staring at me.Marcello blinked, running a large hand over his face. His dark hair was messy, a few loose strands escaping the loose bun at the back of his head and falling over his forehead. He looked dangerously good, his bare chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, dark eyes burning as they swept over my panicked face."What is wrong?" he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and rough from sleep, sending a shiver through my body and making my pussy wet.My throat felt parched, the heavy scent of his cedarwood cologne radiating off the sheets and suffocatin

SiennaThe first thing that registered through the heavy fog of sleep was a strange, unyielding warmth along my entire left side. Not the loose, tangled mess of my own duvet back in my room. This heat was solid, pressing into me with a steady weight that made my half-conscious mind stall.Then came the contact.A large, calloused hand rested low on my stomach, fingers splayed wide, anchoring me down with a casual authority. A second hand was slowly kneading my breast, squeezing with a lazy, sleep-heavy rhythm that sent a jolt of panic straight to my heart.I froze, my breath catching as my mind scrambled in the dark. Who would be holding me like this?No one came to mind.Roxy was gone; Marcello had sent her away days ago, stripping me of the only familiar comfort left in this fortress. Talia's phone had been dead since this nightmare started, her silence a constant ache. And even if either of them were here, they'd never hold me like this. Never pin me under the weight of their own

MarcelloHer breath hitched, her head thrashing against the pillow as her lower lip trembled. "You..." she whispered, her slurred voice thick with the residual fog of the wine and the overwhelming sensory overload. "You..."The answer wasn't enough. It wasn't precise enough to satisfy the savage, possessive beast rearing its ugly head under my ribs. I reached my left hand down between our bodies, sliding it under the curve of her hip, and I smacked her ass with a loud, heavy crack that left a stinging pink handprint on her pale flesh."Name, gattina," I growled against her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe as I pulled my shaft back another agonizing inch. "Say my fucking name."Her voice was strained, her chest heaving as she let out a broken, ragged sob of pure frustration, her bare thighs squeezing my waist with a desperate, crushing pressure. "You... Marcello," she cried out, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, undoing clarity that stamped itself into my soul. "You own me. I'

MarcelloThe tight, crushing spasms of her release were still wringing violently around the length of my shaft, a series of frantic internal pulses that threatened to rip my own control right out from under me. Riding her through her climax had pushed my body to its limit. The slick, hot friction of her interior was pure lava, and with every desperate contraction of her walls, the thick veins along my cock throbbed with a heavy ache that signaled my own orgasm was very close.My thrusts became even harder, my hips driving down into hers with a heavy, unyielding momentum that left no room for recovery. The mattress beneath us groaned under the rhythmic, violent weight of my body crashing into hers, the sound of our skin meeting in loud, wet claps filling the shadow-drenched luxury of the room. I was a man possessed, completely consumed by the driving necessity to bury myself as deep as physically possible into the pristine heat she had kept locked away until tonight.Sienna, caught

MarcelloI remained paralyzed, my elbows locked rigid on either side of her head, my weight suspended above her as the heat of her tight walls wrapped around the full length of my cock.My eyes locked with hers, burning through the dim air of the bedroom, and I recognized the pain in them.It wasn't the submissive glaze of a woman lost to the depths of an alcohol-fueled pleasure. Her brows were pinched tightly together, a delicate line forming between her eyes as her lower lip trembled against another gasp. The dark depth of her pupils held a raw, stinging vulnerability that made my chest tighten with a suffocating pressure.My mind rebelled against the evidence crushing against my shaft, my brain desperately scrambling for an alternative explanation as the tight, unyielding friction inside her pussy threatened to cut off my circulation. It made zero sense. How was she still untouched? How could a girl from LA, tangled up in all that chaos and danger, never let anyone in... until to

MarcelloAs my mind spiraled deeper into the dark, a soft, impatient friction against my waist snapped me back to the mattress beneath us.Sienna’s hand had traveled down from my chest, her fingers fumbling with the heavy metal buckle of my belt. Fidgety and slightly uncoordinated from the wine, she tugged and twisted at the strap with a desperate urgency, her breath hitching against my collarbone. She let out a tiny, frustrated huff against my skin when the leather refused to yield.The desperation in her movements melted the freezing wall of my hesitation. Moving my hand between our bodies, my fingers popped the metal prong from the notch, loosening the strap in a single, fluid motion.Sienna didn't waste a second. Her hands immediately hooked into the top button of my shirt, tearing at the fasteners in a blur of frantic energy. She stripped the fabric down to my abdomen, pushing it off my shoulders the instant the last button cleared the loop. With a sharp twist of my torso, I s