Chapter 6
Isabella
My heart is beating so fast, I’m afraid I’m going to have a heart attack. I have been dreaming about this moment since I hit puberty, and yet, I never truly thought it would happen, especially once I got the news I would be marrying Stefan Dalca.
He was incredibly rude when he turned me down, but I had never been so relieved. He just isn't my type of man.
Marcel always has been, but he has always been just out of reach. Barely less than a brother. He is Aria’s brother, after all, and I am younger than them both. I thought I was always too young, too silly, or just not good enough to get the attention of Marcel Funar. But here we are, and this is so real it’s frightening.
His hand is on my thigh, and I feel a warmth building in my center like never before. I have saved myself all these years, hoping that the man I married would be worth it. But now I’m staring down the barrel of losing my virginity to Franco Falcone and out of wedlock. If I want a different choice it’s now or never.
And what better choice could there ever be than to let Marcel take my virginity?
I try not to shake in fear as I suck in a breath, settling my leg into his touch. I press into him so his hand is forced upward more, and his finger is so close to sliding along my panties, I can almost imagine what it will feel like when he follows through.
"Please," I beg, my heart pounding in my ears. But if I am going to die, I can die in his arms any day of the week.
"You want me to claim you?" His lips trail along my earlobe as he asks the question, and I fear I might faint, losing my balance. But he is holding me so tightly up against the counter now, I don’t move an inch.
"Yes," I tell him as his other hand comes to caress my neck leaning it back before kissing down the left side of it. Each place his lips land feels like it is on fire.
His lips finally land on mine, and I latch onto him, my hands tangling in his hair and clawing down his neck as my breath comes in jags. I want him so badly; I don’t even care about any pain or about him being gentle. Just the fact that it is him in this hotel room overlooking Manhattan makes it perfect to me.
"Take me," I tell him, and he doesn’t waste any time, my panties rip as he yanks them down and puts me up on the counter. His pants are off before I can even miss his arms around me, and I’m staring at his perfect chest as soon as I pull his shirt over his head and add it to the discarded pile on the kitchen floor.
He hikes up the bottom of my skirt so I’m exposed, pausing as if he is looking at some painting in a gallery.
"You are beautiful," he says, his eyes drunk with lust as I look into them, praying that this is not another dream or fantasy. It feels so real. I can remember how I got here. So, it has to be real, right?
It takes everything in me not to blurt out something neither of us is ready for. It doesn't matter that I have been certain about him for years, I can’t dump a four letter word on him without letting him catch up. This is as close as we have ever been, and I won’t do anything to fuck it up.
His cock is right at my center, and I reach down, stroking it for a moment. I want to savor the feeling, the shape of it, everything. This is the first man I have seen like this, and I want him to be my last. If I am not ruined for him after I get the Falcones put away for the rest of their lives, then I am going to find a way to put Marcel by my side for the rest of mine.
He moans into my ear, and I wrap my legs around him, pushing him forward as he slides himself inside of me. Like ripping a band-aid, he plunges in, not leaving me time to worry about the pain. My eyes are filled with tears, but it’s about more than the ripping from inside, it’s about the beauty of this moment even as we are savages writhing against each other as the pain turns to pleasure. He slams deep inside of me, and I cry out. We'll probably get complaints from the guests next door and below us, but who cares right now? I can't believe this is what I have been missing.
His breath is hot on my neck as I feel my body tense up and then begin to shake. I can hardly stand it as it builds up like electricity. And just when I think I might burst, my center clenches around him
"Marcel," I moan as I feel him throb inside of me, cumming along with me.
And all I want is to do it all over again.