Star And Marco Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Marco’s expressions shifted from anger to pity as she spoke, the emotions battling across his face. “Babe, the reason I pretended—even though it felt like dying every time I saw you kissing Sandra—was because I wanted to know who was controlling her. I know someone’s just using her because Sandra would do anything to take revenge on me and steal you away. That person is trying to use her to finally take control of Aerie. They failed with Madam Mia, so now they’re using Sandra. Please, help me keep pretending for now. We can endure this, Babe, for our children. I don’t want them dragged into this. I was already terrified when Allaric lost a finger. We have to end this war with Aerie. As long

Rayn's gaze relaxed as the voice of the children once again started to ring in his ears. "See! I told you, didn't I?" Marco whispered as he nudged at his twin who nodded in agreement to the words he said before. "But, Marco if Mama can protect herself. Why should we find her a husband?" Marina stated her curiosity as he smiled and shrugged, before answering.

And soon, gracious bleak darkness washed over her senses as she faded into sleep in his car. … Marco had driven for a while before he realized that his companion had fallen asleep. Peacefully asleep. He let out a deep groan as he asked himself the exact same question she'd been asking him. "What do I want with you? What am I going to do with you? Why—" He breathed, "am I taking you?" He placed a hand over his head. He couldn't explain it. He was supposed to be getting a girl for his boss, but what in the world was he doing?

Marco gently brought me back to my feet, placing me on the couch and giving me a soft kiss on the lips. I felt unstable as I laid on trembling legs. My body felt drained from the orgasms, and I doubted my ability to hold myself up. Marco kept his arms wrapped around me laying on top of me, his cock still inside me. I leaned back, resting my face against his chest while I let out a sigh. My fingers dug into his shoulders, our breathing tangled, and the warmth of his mouth on my skin made everything else blur. Marco was kissing a trail down to where my bra strap barely held its place.

Or so it seemed. Marco leaned against his black pickup truck, the devil’s smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scanned her — tank top barely clinging to her, her thighs still sticky with dried ice cream, and her lips swollen from his earlier punishments. “Out here?” she whispered, heart pounding. “Why not?” Marco’s voice was low, casual. Too casual. “I think you need to learn how it feels to be used… out in the open.” Her cheeks burned, but her pulse betrayed her — throbbing between her legs as anticipation pooled hot and heavy.

Marco tone dropped to a deadly frost, like ice coating a resting lava. “What girlfriend, Principessa?” I raised a brow at Stephanie who was desperately mouthing the word ‘please’, while struggling to stand on her own feet. Her pride from earlier was completely striped, in its place was a trembling mess I found myself feeling sorry for. “The woman in your apartment of course,” I replied. “Isn't doctor Stephanie your girlfriend?” The sound of Marco's groan filled the room from the phone. I could imagine him running a hand down this handsome face. “I left her there to check on you before you left,” Marco explaine slowly, as though he was afraid I'd really misunderstand.

He drove away the only person who truly loved him with his own hands! "You... you were acting the whole time?" Nico asked, shaking. "Duh." Marco smirked. "You think I really wanted your sloppy seconds? I only played along to make you lose her heart for good." "And me," Bianca smiled smugly. "I never wanted a fool like you. I wanted the Russo money. Marco is the new Don. Naturally, I'm his woman now." Nico looked at his dead legs. He suddenly burst into a tragic laugh. "Karma... Fucking karma!"

“You’re talking about kidnapping a mafia princess on the night of her wedding. You know what kind of war that’ll start?” I shrugged. “War was coming either way.” Marco muttered a curse under his breath but didn’t argue. Because we both knew the truth. I was beyond saving. Marco paced the room, his brows drawn together in frustration. I could see the war in his head, the logic battling with the loyalty he had to me. “You know this isn’t going to be easy,” he muttered. I smirked, swirling the whiskey in my glass. “Nothing worth having ever is.” He let out a sharp breath, rubbing his temples. “You really think you can just take Rosa and she’ll come running back into your arms? That she’ll forge

The boy who had stolen her heart in high school, the man who had put it back together, piece by piece. Beside me, Marco was fanning himself dramatically with the graduation program. “I swear, if I melt into a puddle of fabulous, I’m holding you all personally responsible,” he said, his voice a loud, theatrical whisper. ““Luke, darling, you’re either going to be a multi-billionaire or a tech genius, but can you do anything about this ungodly heat? It’s ruining my complexion.”” Luke, Marco’s boyfriend of six months, a quiet, sturdy architect with a surprisingly dry wit, just patted his knee. “I’ll build you a fan, babe. A very expensive, architecturally sound fan.”

His hand darted out, gripping my throat—a move meant to intimidate, yet I met his gaze unwavering. "You're Steve's girl," Marco rumbled, his voice low and threatening, yet something curious lingered beneath it. I nodded, not letting his grip take control. "Exactly why I need a break from him," I whispered, my voice steady. "He suffocates me. And want to feel a real man's cock inside me."