Page 10 of She Found Me

A second later the door crashes open, wrenching from its hinges to fall flat on the bathroom floor. I just look at a Marco and shake my head. Seriously?

“I heard a scream.”

Turning away from him without responding, I grab my shampoo and start to wash my hair. Hopefully if I ignore him, he will go. No such luck. When I open my eyes after finishing my hair care routine, I notice him sitting on my toilet, lid down, head in his hands. After turning off the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and step out in front of him. The bathroom is full of steam and the air is thick.

“What’s wrong, Marco?”

It takes him a minute to answer, so I dry myself while I wait. Eventually after a big sigh, he looks up. “You were right. It was a trap.”

He stands up and paces up and down my bathroom. Now, my bathroom isn’t small, but Marco makes me feel claustrophobic.

“Come into the bedroom.”

I take his hand and guide him into my room. My silk robe is on my chair, so I wrap that around me and remove my towel.

Marco continues. “While we were at the event, Lorenzo’s men raided the warehouse at the docks as well as the underground casino in town. Nobody saw them coming, and I’d removed all the security and sent them to Villa Mico to that stupid event!”

He’s furious, his vein bulges out of his forehead and runs all the way down into his neck. Worrying he might have an aneurysm, I put my hands on his arms and rub gently up and down while I guide him to sit in my chair.

“Why would he do this?” I ponder. “The police and the Guerra have always worked alongside each other. Does he want to start a war?” I’m now pacing up and down. I don’t understand. I knew Lorenzo was up to something, but I thought he was trying to cause trouble for us with rival organisations, not this. He has just changed the whole structure of the way the Guerra runs, the way we have worked for generations. This is not good.

“Lorenzo will pay for this. I will make him pay.” Marco’s body fills my armchair. He looks like a wild beast eager to hunt. Each muscle in his body is tensed and ready to be used to its full potential. I watch him tilt his head from side to side as he cracks his neck. While doing so, his eyes are on mine. He stands up and moves towards me until he is towering above me. “But first, I need to teach you a lesson.”

“And what lesson might that be?” I ask, trying to keep my voice as steady as I can, ignoring the fact that my whole body is buzzing with tingles from his words.

“That you belong to me.”

“I do not belong to anyone, Marco.”

“Oh, but you do. You just haven’t realised it yet.”

Leaning down, he kisses my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth. In an instant, he has removed my robe before I can even register what he is doing.

Standing back from me, he looks my body up and down. “Just look how your body reacts to me.”

I know exactly what he is talking about: goose-pimpled skin, hard nipples.

“And if I dip my finger into your centre, I bet I will find you dripping.” He groans his last word.

“It’s just sex, Marco,” I reply, not believing a word. I hate that it has turned into more. It's not what I wanted.

A smirk crosses his face. “You know that’s not true, Mia. Don’t you lie to me.”

Cupping my face with both hands, he smashes his lips into mine. My mouth opens willingly for him, my knees go weak, and the fireworks of tingling and shivers that only arouse when I’m with Marco begin. He moves his hands lower, massaging my breasts and squeezing my nipples, which sends flushes of heat to my core. He moves both hands to my bum, and cupping my cheeks, he lifts me. My legs automatically go around him. Still kissing him, I move my way up his body so my arms are round his neck.

I can’t get enough of him; it seems he feels the same. Our kissing is desperate. We are hungry for each other. His hands are in my hair, holding my head to his mouth. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. He backs me up against the wall, knocking a picture off in the process. Our bodies grind into each other of their own accord. It’s like an instinct that takes over when we are together.

“I need you. I need more of you,” I gasp.

Not needing to ask him twice, I am spun around and thrown onto my bed, where I lie completely naked in front of Marco, who is still, to my disappointment, fully dressed.

“Open wide for me,” he instructs.

“Take off your clothes,” I push back.

Marco rips open his shirt, losing a few buttons in the process, and discards it onto the floor. “Now open,” he pleads, but I cross my legs.

“Trousers too. I want to see all of you.”

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