“You’re talking about lives as if they amount to nothing,” she whispered.
Oh, she understood his reasons. It should disturb her that Marco sounded completely casual about killing, but it didn’t. He did what he’d needed to do tonight to keep them both safe. Her dad always told her that the Severin Familia had their own code of honor, that they always protected their own. The same didn’t work for other gangs.
“Not nothing,” Marco said, leaning in close until his trouser-covered groin brushed against the edge of her panties. Her heart beat nervously like the wings of a hummingbird. “In a sick way, his death brought you closer to me.”
She ran her fingers up his muscled arms, over the black ink there which concealed old bullet wounds and scars.
“In what way?”
Marco leaned in close to whisper, his breath warm against the shell of her ear. “Insurance. I can’t let you go now. Not ever.”
She shivered at the certainty in his words and the fevered look in his eyes. Marco was stating a fact. The cocky bastard truly believed she was all his for the taking. Any shred of resistance died the moment he closed his mouth over hers. This time, Marco didn’t hold back. He used his hands to peel her dress down her body, exposing her bra, the slutty underwear she wore for him.
“You know that, right?” he asked her, slipping the bra from her shoulders.
Chapter Six
“I’m not going anywhere,” Lila replied, still holding his gaze. Fuck, but the fire in her eyes made his dick rock hard.
Marco knew she wouldn’t leave. He simply wanted to hear the answer from her own lips. He’d never forget how she held herself together even when her entire world must’ve felt like it was falling apart. Lila stuck by him when she could’ve run to the cops. She glimpsed the devil in him and still decided she wanted him.
That counted for everything. He stripped her out of her dress, tearing the fabric in the process. Lila swallowed as the fabric fluttered to the floor. She’d certainly taken him by surprise when she asked him to take her back here, to his place. Uncertain territory.
He buried his face into the slender curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. Marco must still smell of blood, of death, but neither of them seemed to give a fuck. He kissed her pulse point, set his teeth into her skin, and bit deep, leaving a hell of a hickey there.
There. He’d marked her. Blood surged to his cock. He wanted so much more.
He undid her bra, let it fall to expose her perfectly rounded breasts. Her rose-colored nipples tightened to points. Marco bent his head down, took one in his mouth, and sucked hard. She gripped his shoulders, leaned back, and let out a sigh that sounded like music to his ears. He bit her there and moved to her right breast.
Marco touched every inch of her creamy, perfect skin without reserve. He slid his fingers down her curves and under the hem of her black lace underwear that matched her bra. Marco knew what to get her as a present next time. He shredded her underwear and raised his head from her breast.
She panted for him, pupils blown, lips parted. Greed speared through him, so did possession. Marco took her mouth and thrust his tongue down her throat. He slipped his hand lower to touch her pussy and felt her wetness, her eagerness.
He pulled his mouth away.
“So wet for me already, baby?” he asked.
She didn’t answer him. Couldn’t.
He slid one digit inside her tight heat and couldn’t wait to plunge his cock deep inside her pink, slick folds and claim her in the most intimate way. He finger fucked her then rubbed her sensitive clit with his thumb.
A moan spilled from her. A pinch sent her entire body shuddering. She convulsed against his hand as she came. He undid his pants and took them off while she slumped against the wall, all the while watching him.
Marco stood before her, completely naked, hiding nothing from her. He worked his cock, slipping his fingers up and down his hardening shaft.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Help me forget.”
Marco understood. He couldn’t erase tonight’s events from her memory no matter how hard he tried. Him killing a man in front of her eyes would leave scars, but scars were inevitable in the life he’d chosen.
If he ever took a woman as his own, Marco knew she’d have to have a will of iron, a fierce goddess who’d stand as his equal in public but who’d crave his dominance when they were alone. He didn’t think such a creature existed until Lila.
“Next time,” he told her, “I want you on your knees, sucking my cock. Then you’d beg me to fuck you. I’ll take your cunt first, then your ass. I’ll leave nothing untouched, because you’re mine.”
She let out a breath, but her fingers were between her legs. She was getting off just from his words and that pleased him. Marco didn’t want a shy virgin but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked. Marco grabbed a condom from the shelf above the sink. He tore the packaging open and slipped it over his cock.
“That can be arranged,” she whispered as he closed in on her.