Chapter 21 - Angela

Marco was serious; I could almost feel all the anger he had toward me in that instant. As if seeing him punch a man until his face was deformed wasn’t enough to make me understand his rage.

He seemed like a wild beast unleashed after a long time, and with every punch, he looked even more ferocious, ready to destroy everything around him. Every time his fist hit the face of the man who had touched me, a wave of dark pleasure washed over me, filling my chest and making me feel satisfied.

I didn’t expect Marco to drag me away from there without saying a single word, he just pulled me and released me in his office inside the club, appearing lost in his own thoughts, as if I were supposed to tolerate that.

“I know that, and I was terrified by everything, but I needed to know what it was like to be an ordinary girl,” I said, trying to make him understand my reasons.

I slid my fingers into his hand, wanting to feel his warmth, to feel his touch somehow, instead of just his eyes consumed by rage.

“And how was it, Angel? Did you enjoy being an ordinary girl? Did you like kissing another man and dancing with him? Have you made your decision?”

Marco pulled his hand out of my reach and moved even farther away from me. I felt alone, feeling the same emptiness and fear I had felt when I was being dragged into that bathroom.

It had been fun planning everything and getting ready with Melissa, but after leaving the mansion, fear didn’t leave me. It hadn’t been pleasurable at all to kiss that man, and it was even less fun to almost be abused by those two bastards.

“No,” I whispered. “Nothing in my night has been fun since I stepped outside the walls. But yes, I liked it, I liked being able to see everything with my own eyes, to have my own experiences.”

He shook his head in denial and let out a forced laugh, showing that wasn’t the answer he expected, but I couldn’t have cared less. That was the truth.

“You can’t go around putting yourself at risk for something as trivial as ‘experiences of an ordinary girl.’ Don’t you understand that? We can’t have that; we’re not normal people!”

“Your sister did, and I assure you, you had far more than she did.” I put my hands on my hips and lifted my chin, showing that I wouldn’t be intimidated so easily.

“Yes, I had my share of experiences, just like my sister did. But at no point were we normal people.” He downed the whiskey in one gulp and slammed the glass on the small bar. “Normal people don’t have a gun under the pillow or in the pants strategically placed next to the foot of the bed while you’re having sex. Normal people don’t know multiple ways to kill someone with their bare hands since childhood.”

I swallowed hard at his words, trying to imagine a child version of him learning how to kill someone.

“I…”

“We’re at war, Angela! I stole you in the middle of the wedding, your father kidnapped my men because of it, and who knows what Filippo’s family is planning. Do you really think we can go around without security as if there won’t be consequences?”

“But it wasn’t mafiosos who attacked me…”

“Fortunately, Melissa used the only neuron she still has and sent you to our club. No one would have made it here without a bloodbath.” He shouted, interrupting me, already pacing back and forth. “And still, you were attacked, harassed, and who knows what else would have happened if we hadn’t arrived in time!”

“What would have happened is what happens to many women.” I shrank back, trying not to think of all the disaster that would have occurred in that bathroom, even as my mind conjured images on its own.

“I don’t care what happens to other women; I only care that it doesn’t happen to you! If I wanted to see you suffer, I would make hell in your life myself!”

“Why? Because I’m yours and no one else can touch me? And even my suffering has to be about you?” I shouted, feeling fed up with his rage being directed at me when all I wanted was a hug.

“Because I care, damn it!” Marco roared, holding my face with both hands and shaking me. “I care… I care even if I shouldn’t, even if everyone thinks the sensible thing would be to marry a Russian and let your father hand you to that bastard. Even if I should have returned you in exchange for the stolen cargo and my men. And damn it, even if you don’t want me, I care!”

Marco left me speechless with those words. I was paralyzed, and even with his furrowed brows and angry expression as he stared at me, I didn’t feel fear. He made my heart race and my entire body heat up as I absorbed it.

My body reacted before I thought about what to do. I rose on my tiptoes and joined our mouths in a hard kiss. Marco didn’t resist, and I moaned as he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue against mine in an erotic caress.

I clutched his shirt, pulling him to me and ensuring I wouldn’t leave, but his hands quickly moved from my face to my body, tracing my shoulders, arms, and down to my waist. When his hands touched the bare skin of my back, he squeezed me even tighter, making me gasp and arch further against him.

Marco slid his hands inside the dress, reaching my ass and squeezing it with his fingers in a way that made my pussy throb. I had to dig my nails into his still-covered shoulders as he spread my ass and his finger brushed against my entrance.

I was already a puddle of moans and pleasure, melting in his arms before he even touched me there, and when his fingers returned to my center, I moaned.

“Marco…” I threw my head back the moment he pressed my back against the bar and ran his eyes down my neck.

He knew exactly what to do, or maybe I was inexperienced and that made everything incredible, but the fact is he could ignite me with just a few touches.

“Remember, you can ask me to stop.” His tongue circled my earlobe, and I tried to close my legs for relief. “Do you want me to stop, Angel?”

I shook my head, unable to say anything, and he quickly lifted me, placing me seated on the bar. His hands grabbed mine thighs with force and opened them without ceremony.

My breathing was uneven, and his eyes, which had been focused on my face, descended to between my legs.

“Oh, God…” I gasped as he slid his fingers over my panties, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

“So wet, Angel.” He buried his head between my legs, lifting my dress and rubbing his nose against the fabric, letting out a growl.

“Marco!” I screamed, shocked as his nose pressed into my panties.

His fingers hooked the sides of my panties and pulled them quickly off my body, doing all this without taking his eyes off my pussy, now completely exposed to him.

I felt my cheeks burn even though I could no longer wait, feeling as if my heart was pounding against my intimacy, which was growing increasingly sensitive.

“So perfect.” He moved closer and lifted my leg, throwing it over his shoulder before rubbing his fingers along my folds.

“Ohh…” I planted my hands behind me, arching my back as he showed no rush to give me relief.

Marco rubbed his fingers there, from my entrance to my clit, drawing spasms from my body. I could feel my arousal dripping from me, and he seemed to love teasing me.

“So drenched, like a waterfall! I could fuck you now, and it would slide all the way in.” He spoke so close I could feel his breath against my folds. “You’re flashing me, Angel. So desperate for more!”

“Please…” The words came muffled by my breath, and he finally covered me with his mouth. “Ahhhh!”

I moaned, writhing as Marco began to suck me, sending my body to a new level of pleasure. His lips alternated between sucking my clit and long, slow licks.

My eyes rolled back as every nerve in me focused there. I grabbed his hair, holding tightly so he wouldn’t escape before it was over.

My stomach contracted, and I felt something building inside me. The pleasure was intense, and I found myself grinding against him, meeting his mouth each time he pulled away.

Then I felt a finger circling my entrance, pushing inside me and making me scream, as he murmured against my clit.

“Fuck, why so tight? Not even this wet could fit my cock in here.” He pulled the finger back and pushed it in again, taking me even further in pleasure. “I’ll need to prepare you a lot more before I bury myself in you.”

My moans filled the room as he seemed even more determined to drive me insane when his mouth returned to me.

“Ahhh yes… Marco, no… don’t stop…”

“Then come for me, Angel. Come in my mouth!” It sounded like an order, and when his fingers curled inside me, my body obeyed.

A scream escaped me, and my body tensed before exploding. A million little sparks danced behind my eyelids as I surrendered to the intense sensation he had built in me.

I felt as if I were flying, and the next instant my feet were back on the ground. I hadn’t even caught my breath when Marco picked me up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his hips and his hands on my bare ass. He went to the sofa and sat down with me straddling him.

“I’m not done with you yet!” he exclaimed, his voice raspier than usual, sending a wave of shivers through my body.