The sunlight was just beginning to peek through the curtains when I stirred, His chest rose and fell steadily beneath my cheek, and I let myself stay there for a moment longer, not ready to face the day yet. Everything felt so peaceful, like the world had paused for us. I wished it could stay like this forever.Marco shifted slightly and pressed a soft kiss into my hair. “Morning,” he said, his voice was husky and low from sleep.“Morning,” I mumbled, still curled against him. I looked at Marco and frowned slightly, he stared blankly at the ceiling. Something was off, “Why do you sound like you’re about to tell me something I won’t like?”He looked away from the ceiling and looked at me, that look made me remember last night. I blushed slightly, I prayed that Marco didn't notice, I wasn't in the mood for his teasing. “I have to leave today,” he finally said. “ I have business to take care of in Morocco.”I pushed up on my elbow, blinking at him. “What?”“I found out late last night
“You know what to do Emily,” he said and spanked my ass again. I reached down, my hand trembling slightly as I found the hard bulge beneath the fabric of his trousers. My fingers closed around him, feeling his heat and his length.He groaned, a guttural sound that vibrated through me. “Emily…”I unsnapped his trousers, then slowly lowered the zipper. He was already fully aroused, I freed his dick, my fingers closing around him. Marco's dick felt hot against my palm. I looked at him, then leaned forward, my lips parting. He watched me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as I took his dick into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, I stroked him with my tongue, as I licked the tip of his dick. I felt him vibrate and a deep growl escaped him mouth. I sucked his dick, my head going slowly up and down his whole lenght. Marco groaned in frustration then he brought his hand to my head and helped me move faster as he thrust his hips forward into my mouth. His salty precum dripped do
The scent of him enveloped me – sandalwood, leather, and something uniquely Marco, a primal, masculine aroma that always made my senses reel. I felt the steady beat of his heart against my chest. “Content, hm?” he asked in a very low tone that made my insides coil, while his fingers traced slow, hypnotic circles on my back, just above the hem of my dress.“More than content,” I whispered, he brought his face from my neck and very close to me that I could feel his hot breathe on my face. I looked up athim and my eyes met his.I saw the familiar flames of desire, beginning to ignite as gis gaze darkened. He looked at me as if I were the most precious thing he had ever seen, and in that gaze, my innocence felt both cherished and exquisitely challenged.His thumb brushed my lower lip, sending a spark through me. “You look beautiful, Emily.”My cheeks flushed, and my heart beat sped up in anticipation. He leaned in, slowly, almost as if he was doing it purposely. I closed my eyes eyelids
They say the first step is the hardest, but today, I knew that’s a lie.The first step felt almost easy, because I was still full of adrenaline, still clinging to that quiet rage that had been building in me since the warehouse. I laced up the gloves Marco had left for me and I walked into the gym with my chin lifted.Marco said he didn't want to watch, he couldn't stand watching me in pain. I didn't mind though, I knew what I wanted. I thought I was ready, Matteo stepped in.He didn't introduce himself, he just jumped into business. “Okay! First we start with warm-up. Were going three rounds each round you'll do ten burpees, ten jumping jacks, five pushups. And lastly, don’t stop between rounds.”I blinked. “That’s the warm-up?”His only answer was a timer. And then a beep.I started moving, the first ten burpees knocked the breath from my lungs.I hadn’t expected the floor to hit so hard. My knees throbbed, the push from the ground to jump felt like dragging dead weight. I was bar
Emily looked at me with wide eyes, she had not expected the news. “I’m… what?”“You’re carrying our baby.”Her hand flew to her stomach, trembling. “Is the baby okay?”I nodded. “The doctors said the baby is fine. But you need rest. No stress, no lifting, no worrying. You're staying here until they say you’re strong enough to come home. Even then, you’re not lifting a damn finger.”She let out a weak laugh. “You’re bossy.”“Protective,” I murmured. “I couldn’t lose you. Not either of you.”She squeezed my hand gently before her eyes drifted shut again, this time in peace.I leaned back in the chair, her fingers still locked in mine.My girl, my child, my family. I can't believe that God actually gave me a child, I didn't merit it, I had done so many bad things that I didn't know I could ever be happy. First Emly came into my life, a light in my darkness and now, she brought another light. I smiled, thank you, I murmured to God. I didn't know if he was hearing me, but I meant every
The ambulance arrived a few minutes later, I sat at the back, holding Emily's hands as we drove to the hospital. The paramedics were trying their best to keep her conscious. The sound of sirens clawed at the edge of my mind as the ambulance screeched into the emergency bay of the hospital. I didn’t wait for the driver to park. The door was open before the tires even stopped rolling. I jumped out and stormed toward the rear, heart pounding hard enough to crack my ribs.“Get a stretcher!” I roared. “NOW!” I didn't know what else to do. All that mattered to me was Emily. The paramedics were already on the move, but I couldn’t hold back the fury and panic boiling inside me. My Emily—my girl—lay there in the stretcher with her skin too pale, her lips tinged blue. Blood caked her temple. Her wrists were bruised and scraped, marks I didn’t even want to think about. Her blouse was torn, there were cuts along her ribs. Signs of pain, of suffering on her. My woman.Jonathan met me on the oth