She screamed.
A second later, and his mouth left her pussy. She started to mewl in protest until she felt it, his lips closing over her swollen clit. And then he started to suck hard.
She screamed again, and on her third scream, it was all over for Anneke, her wetness gushing out as she began to thrash wildly under his mouth.
“Please...”It was too much, she needed to breathe, but still his mouth didn’t leave her, didn’t stop sucking, and so the wetness kept gushing out of her pussy, and there seemed no end in sight.
When Marcus finally decided it was over, she was completely limp, unable to even muster the energy to open her eyes. But the moment she felt Marcus gather her in his arms, settling her on his lap as he took the couch—-
The tears started to fall.
And these, too, seemed to have no end in sight.
Marcus tightened his arms around Anneke as her tears began to wet his chest.
“I’m scared.”
Her words were nearly inaudible, fragile, and swallowing hard, he said hoarsely, “I know,bambina—-”
The endearment seemed to have struck a chord within her, and he felt Anneke’s body shake harder against him.
The weight of their shared past felt heavy on his shoulders, the lash of her tears agonizing. But he welcomed all of it because their presence meant the barriers between them were finally down.
Now, he was close enough to see her pain, to feel it, but it also meant he was close enough...to make it up to her.
“It’s going to be different now. I promise.”
Six
Anneke’s well-mappedlife once again took another turn, and it was – as always – because of Marcus. They were taking things slow, seeing each other more often, doing things together that only couples should do – even as the divorce proceedings continued to push through. Anneke knew she was playing with fire, and she knew that these changes should terrify her – but it didn’t.
And she didn't want to think why, because then she’d be forced to put a label on her emotions – on what she had with the Italian billionaire – and she wasn’t ready for that. Being the once-burned, twice-shy type, Anneke had a feeling she wouldn’t ever be ready for that.
It was an ordinary day at work, and Anneke was closeted in the boardroom with her brothers when one of the receptionists knocked on the door, saying she had a visitor.
“Who is it?” She tried not to sound impatient, wondering why Rachel would interrupt such an important meeting for something likely to be inconsequential.