Page 25 of Borrowed Bride

My mind goes quiet, and nothing exists but the plush press of his lips, the rough scratch of his facial hair, and his large, hot hand on the side of my neck.

Right now, I am his.

Marco breaks the kiss and shoves me back down onto the bed, then he disappears down between my legs. My dress flashes up and Marco is completely out of sight.

But I can feel him. His rough hands as he caresses up my legs, his hot mouth as he presses open-mouthed, biting kisses up theinside of my thigh, the rough prickle of his stubble against my sensitive thighs, and then the wet drag of his tongue. He moves up between my legs and his broad shoulders force my thighs apart around his bulk.

He breathes hot against my panties, sending a curl of heat through my core and every muscle clenches in anticipation. Marco growls softly and a flush of tingles like pinpricks dance over my limbs, sending a shiver through my spine.

He pulls my panties to the side, then buries his face against my pussy like some kind of animal.

I squeal and immediately melt into moans as Marco utterly devours me. He grips my thighs tightly to stop me rocking away from him and presses his face deep between my folds. His tongue licks from my oversensitive, aching clit, down to my hole that throbs for anything and everything he can give me.

Marco licks with purpose and his tongue weaves through me like he’s writing music. No part of me is untouched and just like a musician, he seems to quickly learn exactly how to play me. I’m more sensitive on the right side of my clit, and each time he favors his attention there, my moans pitch.

Then he doesn’t leave me alone. He lavishes attention inside and out, moaning and growling faintly against me as he drags me closer and closer to orgasm.

My whole body is on fire, stoked by the flames of his enticing tongue and I clutch at the soft fabric of my dress. Suddenly, it’s too soft and smothering. I want to feel Marco everywhere. I want to taste him, to run my fingers through his hair, and trace the scars on his body. I want to feel the safety of his thick arms.

That desire, along with his constant attention throws me over the cliff and I come with a long, loud scream. My shoulders and torso jerk upward from the bed with each powerful pulse of pleasure that draws through me and Marco doesn’t move.He eats me out like a man possessed and doesn’t stop until my orgasm has passed and I’m left a whimpering puddle on the bed.

Only then does he pull back and kiss the inside of my thigh.

“Get some rest, Gianna,” he says.

I lazily stare up at him and for a moment, it feels like he might stay. I want him to offer as much as I try to will myself to ask but the words never come.

Instead, Marco leaves and I fall asleep the moment I slip out of my dress.

Marco’s attention wasn’t enough to keep my dreams trouble free, and I woke groggily. It’s too early for anyone to be awake, but that woman is on my mind, and I can’t stand it.

Turning on the bedside light, I stretch across the bed and locate my laptop from the floor where I left it. Hauling it up, I create a nest with my pillows and yawn so widely that my eyes water.

“Fuck,” I croak, regretting not brushing my teeth before falling asleep. As I shift to get comfort, my pussy throbs from contact and I bite back a whimper. Marco well and truly left his mark.

Laptop on, I immediately google a case from four years ago. Multiple news articles pop up onto my screen, and my heart begins to pound.

Four years ago, two con artists were arrested for a theft that resulted in someone dying. Both culprits were sent to prison based on the statement of a third person present that night.

I was that third person.

My picture was kept out of the paper as part of the deal I struck with the police. I was young and stupid, and the other two were juicier arrests, so no one cared about me. I had to provide information, and I got my life back—not that it was much of a life.

Those two responsible for that man’s death should still be in prison but seeing her face again in these articles only makes me certain that I saw one of the women at the dinner tonight.

“Shit,” I murmur, dragging one hand down my face.

If she’s out of prison, that means she definitely knows who put her away.

Me.

And if she’s with Leonardo, it can only mean one thing: she’s coming for revenge.

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MARCO

Gianna’s nails claw down my back, leaving red hot trails in their wake. I arch away from her writhing body with a growl and roll my shoulders, chasing the tingling sensations. Her pussy clamps tight around my cock, interrupting the flow of my thrusts inside her and as I move, her hands slide down my chest.

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