Marco took a deep breath and spoke with determination. “I’m here to prove myself to you, Maddie. While we were apart, I realized a lot of things. I’ve accepted where I went wrong, and I’m serious about making real changes. I used to struggle with myself constantly, but not anymore. Now I know exactly what I want. Maddie, I’d rather die with you than live a life without you.”His words hit me hard, catching me off guard. I looked at him, unsure how to react, but his steady gaze stayed on mine. He gave a soft smile, and somehow, it eased some of the worry in my chest.“Take as much time as you need to heal,” Marco said gently. “There’s no rush. I’ll wait for you as long as it takes. While you figure things out, I’ll work on myself too. Let’s both grow as people first—and when we’re ready, we can talk again. We’ll go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”A wave of relief came over me. Looking into his eyes, I took a deep breath and nodded. For the first time, I didn’t feel pressured
I woke up early and realized I had gone to bed early the night before. It still felt like the middle of the night, though I wasn’t sure how late Marco and I had actually stayed up. I barely remembered dinner—if we even had any.Looking down, I noticed I was already dressed, wearing only a plain T-shirt with no underwear. Marco must have dressed me after everything that happened. He always took care of me afterward, and that kind of tenderness gave me mixed feelings.As I shifted slightly, I felt his arm resting across my stomach. I was relieved to know he was okay. I wanted to feel happy, but something inside me still felt off.I slowly got out of bed, being careful not to wake him. For a moment, I stood there watching him sleep before gently moving his arm off me.I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself after everything from the night before. I glanced one last time at Marco, unsure of what to do next. I spotted my shorts on the floor, along with the rest of my clothes. I grab
Marco pulled his finger out of me, and I looked at him. He licked his fingers again.“I need to taste you directly,” he said, kneeling down in front of me. He lifted both of my legs onto his shoulders. I let out a loud moan as I felt his mouth against me.His tongue moved over me nonstop, and my whole body shook from the feeling. I grabbed his hair and tugged, making him groan. I pulled him closer, letting him explore me more deeply with his mouth.The pleasure was too much—I couldn’t hold it back. My body tightened, and I came again.I looked down at Marco, still between my legs, taking in every drop. Then he stood up and kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips. It made my head spin—I was still so turned on, even after climaxing.I ran my hand over his bare chest, feeling his strong muscles. Then I reached down, stroking his hard length, feeling how warm and full he was. I touched him gently, playing with him, and he let out a deep moan.“Does that feel good, Marco?” I asked.
Marco leaned in close to my ear. “That’s right, baby. Say my name. Say it loud so everyone knows you’re mine. That you’re my wife.”He pushed his fingers in deeper, touching a spot only he ever could. I gasped.“Can anyone else make you feel like this, Maddie?” he whispered. “Can you even imagine another man making you this wet? No. Because only I can do this to you. Only I can make you feel this way. You can’t get away from me. You belong to me.”“Marco!” I moaned as he sucked on my nipple and kept moving his fingers. My whole body tensed as I came hard. If he wasn’t holding me, I would’ve collapsed.He pulled his fingers out and licked them, clearly enjoying the taste. He smiled, satisfied.“Oh, sweetheart, I hope you’re not tired yet. We’re just getting started. Remember the promises we made when we got married? I said I’d discipline you if you stepped out of line. And we haven’t even started that part.”I wanted to tell him off, remind him he’d made mistakes too. But I was too exh
Honestly, it wasn’t surprising that Marco found me after just four months. I had spent several of those months hiding at Martina’s facility, where everyone followed her orders. No one dared to tell Marco where I was. They protected me, just as Martina wanted.Now I realize something important—I was wrong to accuse Martina. I thought she betrayed me, that she was the one who told Marco where to find me. But she didn’t. I owe her an apology. She never gave me away.Marco’s voice broke through my thoughts. It was gentle, but filled with emotion.“I understand if you can’t forgive me right away,” he said softly. “But I won’t stop trying. I’ll keep fighting for you, Maddie. No matter what happens, I need you to know that I regret what I said. I don’t want that annulment. I don’t want to end things with you.”He reached up and gently cupped my face in his hands. His touch was warm and careful. Then, he leaned in until our foreheads touched. I could feel his breath, calm but heavy, and the h
Marco slowly lowered my phone and set it gently on the table nearby. Even though the air in the room was cool from the air conditioning, a sudden chill ran down my spine. My body knew something had changed. The way he moved, the silence around him—it was too calm, too quiet. It felt wrong.His eyes were cold, hard to read. There was no warmth, no softness. I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. That made it even scarier.He leaned against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world, arms crossed in front of his chest. His pose was relaxed, but it also made him look bigger, stronger, in control.A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he tilted his head.“So,” he said, his voice smooth but dripping with fake sweetness, “is the game finally over, my dear wife?”The words made my skin crawl. The way he called me ‘my dear wife’ sounded more like a threat than anything romantic.I took a deep breath and lifted my chin. I couldn’t let him scare me. Not anymore.“I don’t know