Chapter 35 - Angela

Marco entered the room with me and kicked the door shut behind us, pressing me between his body and the wood. His mouth devoured mine with urgency, moving quickly and harshly as if nothing else mattered, showing that we felt the same desperation.

I wanted him madly, needed him intensely. I'd been dreaming of this moment, when Marco would finally make me his woman.

"Why a dress with a thousand buttons, woman?" he growled, sliding his fingers along my back and trying to undo as many as possible. "You're testing my sanity."

He spun me face-first against the door and latched his mouth onto my neck, rubbing his lips against my skin, sending shivers through me with his growing stubble and tongue.

"Just... rip the damn buttons off," I gasped as he drove me wild with his mouth, making the center between my legs pulse with need.

Then I heard a click behind me and turned my head in the exact second I felt something cold against my shoulder.

"Stay still, my she-devil. I don't want to make a cut on that beautiful, soft skin."

"Marco, what are you going to..." I swallowed the words the instant he ran the sharp blade along the dress, ripping it open, showing he'd completely given up on the buttons. "And here I thought you'd love this dress."

"I loved it, for sure—it'll be etched in my mind, but not as much as seeing you naked!" He dropped the pocket knife on the floor, grabbed the already-torn fabric, and yanked it brutally, finishing turning it into rags. "What do we have here?"

I felt his hand slide over my ass, and I remembered the lingerie underneath. That was a surprise, and he wasn't going to ruin it. I pulled away quickly, jumping to the side and running from him toward the windows.

"You're not going to see me naked yet."

"It's not wise to play tag with a man who's been crazy to fuck you for weeks," he growled, flexing his fingers before starting to strip off his own clothes.

"You're going to sit on the bed, and I'll decide when you unwrap your present," I murmured, mustering all my courage so I wouldn't stammer.

One side of his lips curved up wickedly, and his eyes gleamed devilishly. But he walked to the bed, ripping his shirt off and tossing it aside, then kicked off his shoes, pants, and underwear, showing no shame in walking naked to the edge of the bed, where he sat with his legs spread like an invitation.

I took a deep breath and pulled the dress down, letting it slide off my body to reveal the white lingerie. Straps framed my breasts, propping them up and leaving them barely covered. I watched Marco bite his lower lip as his cock came to life, igniting the fire inside me.

The dress pooled at my feet, revealing the small, lacy panties. He stood, taking a step toward me, but I raised my hand, forbidding him to continue.

"Angela..."

"I'll decide when. Now be a good boy and sit so you don't miss your present," I said, turning my back under the pretense of stepping out of the pile of fabric that was my dress, but really, I wanted him to get a good look at the ribbons crossing over my ass to form a bow at the top.

"She-devil!" he growled, and before I could turn, I was pinned against the window glass. "You didn't marry a good boy."

He grabbed my hair, yanking the veil hard and pulling out the pins holding the strands. He pressed his body against mine, and I moaned, feeling his hot erection against me.

His mouth trailed down my nape, his teeth grazing my skin down to my shoulder. Marco sank his teeth there, making me gasp and press my palms against the glass, needing something to hold on to. His tongue circled the bite, soothing it the instant his hand slid forward, circling my waist and slipping into my panties.

"Marco..."

"You're already wet. It turns you on when I don't follow the rules and when I'm rough, doesn't it?" he growled in my ear as his fingers moved faster, making me moan. "So ready for me, she-devil."

He released my hair and slid his fingers down to the bra clasp, unhooking it and freeing my breasts against the cold glass.

Marco rubbed against my ass and slid two fingers inside me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm.

"Open your eyes, Angela." And I did exactly as he commanded. "Look at everyone in your new family celebrating our wedding, drinking in our honor, while I prepare your pussy to take my cock."

"Ahhhh..." I moaned, scratching my nails on the glass and watching everyone in the garden having fun as he continued penetrating me with his fingers, building pressure in my core.

My eyes rolled back, and I exploded, coming and grinding against his fingers, wanting more as my body dissolved in pleasure.

Without waiting a second, he turned my body, grabbed me by the waist, and marched to the bed. Marco threw me onto the mattress, making my body bounce, before covering me.

"I need to fuck you now!" he growled against my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth. "But I need to unwrap my present first."

His large hands gripped my waist, and he flipped me on the bed, lifting my hips to prop my ass up.

Marco delivered a hard slap, making me jump on the bed and let out a little yelp, but that only amused him more, as he spanked me twice more and another until my ass was on fire.

"For God's sake, just get on with it! I thought you were eager to... ohhh fuck me," I moaned, throwing my head back as he landed another slap on my ass.

"Yes, my dear, that's your punishment for running from me. I warned you it was a bad idea." Marco leaned down and licked the marks of his palms on my ass, leaving me even more aroused. "Now stay still and let me unwrap my present."

The tips of his fingers slid over my entrance and up in a straight line to my rear entry. I squirmed and received another slap in response until he reached the bow.

Slowly, he untied the knot and began unraveling the ribbons, as if he had no rush for anything else, heightening my desperation until the panties fell onto the bed.

Marco didn't waste time and trailed the line over my burning skin, licking each mark, rubbing back and forth, sucking my skin with his eager lips until he reached my entrance.

"Oh God..." I moaned as his tongue rubbed against my folds.

The man knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy in no time. He plunged his tongue into my pussy, drinking my release and making me lose my strength. When I felt his lips around my clit, I couldn't hold back anymore, arching my back further and pushing my ass against him as I buried my face in the mattress, screaming on the verge of exploding again.

But Marco had other plans. He pulled away from me in that instant and spun my body on the bed, facing me again.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, panting and feeling like I could come at the slightest touch.

"Ready to be mine?" he questioned, covering me with his body. "Tell me, Angela Falcone! Tell me you want to be mine!"

Marco rubbed the head of his cock at my entrance, slicking himself and teasing me.

"Yes, make me yours... Oh please, make me your woman!" My last words were all it took for him to line up at my entrance, pushing in slowly. "Ahhhh..."

A crease formed on his forehead, and Marco used his arm to brace himself close to me. I moaned louder with every centimeter he thrust inside me, feeling the pain spread and chase away the pleasure I'd been feeling.

"Fuck, why so tight!" he growled, pushing a little more and making me wince with the pain. "This is going to hurt, love. Relax and let me in. Let me into that tight little pussy."

I felt the pulsing concentrate there, and Marco thrust forward, ending the torture and making me scream as the pain of being torn in two took over my body. I dug my nails into his skin, scratching him and hearing our groans echo in the room.

Marco claimed my lips, kissing me hard to ease the tension in my body, and didn't move for a single instant. I felt his hand slide to where we were joined, and his fingers rubbed my clit, sending a new wave of pleasure.

When I came to, I was pulling away from his lips to moan louder and moving my hips toward him.

"I need... Ahhhh, yes!" I moaned as he started moving again. The slow in-and-out moments began to build something bigger, a pleasure I'd never felt before.

Marco rose to his knees on the bed, holding me by the hips, and thrust hard. Each time he pulled back and drove in, he went deeper.

"Yes, my she-devil. Moan for me and swallow my whole cock in that greedy pussy!" His depraved words made me even more aroused, making me forget the burning discomfort between my legs and think only of the pleasure.

I thought I couldn't take more when Marco lifted my hips slightly, leaving my ass hovering over the sheets, and sank into me, hitting a spot deep inside that made me see stars.

"Ahhhh... I'm going to—" I grabbed his hands, sinking my nails into his skin, still unable to keep myself grounded.

"Come! Come for me, Angela, come on my cock!" He slammed his pelvis against me, thrusting hard, and I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Marco!" Screaming his name, I exploded, clenching around him even tighter.

He let out a guttural moan from the depths of his soul, and I felt the spurts inside me. Marco gripped me, fusing our bodies as he spilled and prolonged my orgasm.

"Fuck, perfection, and it's all mine, my she-devil!"