Page 37 of Marked By Mayhem

“Uh. Right…” she looks at Tommaso again. His look has changed, the levity gone, his eyes darker, intense.

“You will go inside the changing room and wear this dress.”

“I will not.” What is wrong with him?

Gia eyes the other girls and they leave the area. “Well, I will be at the reception, and I’ll let you guys decide. Take your time!” she gives a weird smile and walks out of the dressing lounge.

“Wear it,” he commands.

“But–”

He glares at me. “I am not the kind of man you can say no to.” The hell. This is beyond belief. I can’t even decide what I get to wear.

“I think you are overreacting,” I snap.

“I don’t.” He starts to walk toward me.

I cross my arms and glare at him. “I won’t wear it.” I have to take a stance.

“You can walk to the changing room, or I can carry you. I don’t mind either way.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I scowl at him. Surely he wouldn’t make a scene here. He half smiles at me but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Oh, we both know I would.” We both glare at each other, and then he starts walking closer. I step back instinctively. Before I know it, he has cornered me to the changing room.

“Step back or I scream,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Do it, if you think it will make a difference.” He scoffs. “Don’t be a child.” Idiot.

He directs me inside, his hands gripping my waist. “You will wear this. It’s not a damn prom party, Ella. I don’t want you to look out of place by my side.”

“You–” Before I can get my words out, he brings his face closer to mine and I immediately halt.

“Shush.” He holds my chin upwards and eyes me, then kisses me below my ear. Desire uncurls in my belly. No. I try to wriggle free of his grip.

But it’s strong. And suddenly his mouth is feverish against mine. My hands fist in his hair, consuming him, relishing the feel. And he’s the same, devouring me, hungrily. I feel weak in front of him, and yet it’s heavenly.

One of his hands cups my breast and I feel my nipple get hard under his touch. I shudder as the sensation creeps through the rest of my body. A small moan escapes my lips while we kiss, and he tugs at my lower lip with his teeth. A little too tightly. I cry out in slight pain but he doesn’t let go, and shoves his tongue down my throat.

He tastes like the expensive Azul we just had. I put my hand against his chest and trace it down to his groin. He’s hard. Oh so hard. He makes a low sound in his throat, his breath washing over me, as he kisses me again. His left hand goes in my hair as he presses me to his mouth. Harder.

I look into those dark eyes and try to pull back a little. He suddenly grips me by my neck, squeezing it lightly, and devours me again. I don’t resist and give in. Oh, the feel of his hands on me.

As his large, calloused palms grip my bare skin, I'm consumed by a symphony of sensations. Every touch ignites a wildfire within me, spreading heat and desire throughout my body. The pads of his fingers glide across my clavicle, leaving a trail of electrifying warmth in their wake. With each caress, I feel myself surrendering to the intoxicating power he holds over me.

“Please, stop.” I whimper.

“Stop what? This?” He says in between kisses. I feel his hands on my belly, raising the sparkly dress to my waist. What is he doing?

I feel his fingers circle my belly button. “Someone needs to learn how to be a good, obedient girl.” I shudder again and he moves the fingers downwards, closer to my clit. Don’t. Not here. But it’s impossible to resist him. His eyes don’t leave mine as he slides his index finger inside my pussy. I gasp.

Fuck. I can almost hear the wet, gushing sound it makes. He slides another finger inside. I gasp louder this time, my legs going numb, but immediately cup my face with my hand.

“Ahh.” The sound escapes unconsciously from my mouth.

“Good. Let me hear you.” I groan and tilt myself involuntarily against those fingers, finding a delicious friction as he fingers me. He kisses me again and then pauses, gazing down at me. He suddenly shoves them harder inside me and I moan, tugging at his coat. Yes. Right there.

I close my eyes as he starts to move his two fingers inside me in circles, and back and forth. He continues the slow, delicious torture-rubbing the inside of my pussy with force now.

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