Novel & Cerita Star And Marco Fanfiction

I ask, my heart beginning to thud against my ribs. "Control," Marco whispers, his gaze dropping to my lips before rising back to my eyes. "I want complete security for my investment. You want the Falcone name to protect you? You want my men to bleed for you? Then you belong to me." "I don't understand." "We get married," Marco states coldly. "What?..."

Elara’s POV “Just so you know,” Marco murmured amid kisses. His tongue parted my lips, roughly slid into my mouth, and licked all over like a hungry beast. “You disrupted my sleep.” I sighed in his mouth and sucked his warm breath when I tried to talk. “I didn't mean to.” “Hmmm,” he groaned, gripping the tip of my chin with the pad of his fingers. “But you did anyway.” I collapsed against his hard frame and sighed softly, thinking of the next word. “What does it mean?”

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come back with the child..." Marcus glared at me fiercely and threatened, "Aria, I really didn't know you could be so petty. Since you can't accept Serena's existence, then I can't accept you either. I'll have to reconsider our relationship!" I corrected him coldly, "You chose to mark Serena. We have no relationship anymore. I have a new mate candidate now. Please leave. I'm the one paying for this mating ceremony." My indifferent attitude made Marcus pause, but from his expression, he still didn't believe what I was saying.

I bit down on my lip, hard, until the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth. Understanding. Right. What kind of woman is "understanding" enough to loan out her boyfriend for a wedding rehearsal? As I stood there in silence, Marco actually put a hand on Isabella's arm to steady her, his voice sharp with blame. "What are you staring at her for? If you're going to blame someone, blame her irresponsible fiancé. An alliance this important and he doesn't even show. He leaves her waiting all alone. The guy's a real bastard." That wasn't Marco.

"Aurora, I love you. I can't live without you. If I leave you, it's only 'cause I'm dead. Even if my family crashes and burns, my soul's still yours." My face went cold. Had he already forgotten how he'd treated me? The public humiliation. What he'd tried at Grandpa Domenico's grave. Now he wanted to play the victim? Cute. Whatever scraps were left of the old Paolo had rotted into nothing. Flat, quiet: "Then go die." "Aurora." Marco's voice cut in behind me, steady. He rested a hand on my shoulder. He stared down at Paolo and smirked. "You heard her, Paolo Ricci. She said go die. Oh—and she's mine now. If your family's circling the drain? That's your problem."

Just like that, she hung on by a single, miserable thread. Marco pulled out every trick he had, desperately showing me his regret. However, I never gave him a single response. I didn’t want to see him, so I kept my face cold and refused to say even one word. “Please, Aurora. Don’t do this to me.” Marco was on the edge of breaking down. “Just talk to me. Even if you curse me out—anything…” With that, I said, “Let me go.” “No.” Marco didn’t even hesitate. “Aurora, unless I’m dead, I will never let you go.”

"That's a lot." "We've got time to figure it out." We kept walking. Waves washing over our feet. Stars overhead. Perfect. The wedding approached. Marco arrived two days early. Bringing Marcus and Rafe with him. The house filled with noise. Laughter. Brotherhood. It felt like old times. Before Victoria. Before the nightmare. "This place is nice," Marco said. "Peaceful." "It is," I agreed. "You happy here?" "Very." "Then why leave?"

"Get out, Marco." "I should be the one who's angry," he said, stalking toward me, his eyes dark. "Did you really think you could latch onto Dante Landini?" "That's none of your business." "You really think fucking some old man is going to save you?" Marco sneered. "You're pathetic." "Remember the mark on my neck?" I taunted. His pupils constricted, a sign I'd hit a raw nerve. He suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. "I checked. Dante was drunk that night. You must have taken the opportunity to seduce him, you bitch."

Marco was behind me, his cock was pressing against my ass as he spat onto his palm, and slicking himself up. “Are you ready for more… mommy?” Marco murmured, his fingers tracing my entrance. I nodded, my breath hitching as he pushed forward. The burn was fierce, but the way Jonas’s cock tugged against my pussy’s walls as Marco filled my ass with his big cock had me catching a glimpse of stars. “Ohhhh… God… yes Jonas… mmmmm Marco,” I moaned against Jonas’s chest. “I love you both… God… ohhh… Yeah… give me more please.”

Marco shrieked in anguish, a sob leaving his throat. Xavier scoffed, ambling close once again, ignoring the way Marco's body wriggled like a leaf as he tilted his head to the side, revealing a mate mark on his neck. Xavier smirked, his calm facade not decamping. "I didn't realize you found your mate, Marco. Looks like a fresh mark, should we invite him, I'm sure he would be ecstatic to see you?" "No, no, no!" Marco shook his head repeatedly. "He knows nothing about this, don't bring him into this!"