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“Of course,” I say without even having to think about it. I’m done hiding how I feel for her, and the truth is, I’m so fucking gone for that girl. Have been since the night I met her. I should have told my family about her back then. I know now that they would have done everything possible to keep her safe, and maybe things wouldn’t have turned into the shit show that they did.

“Then she’s your girl,” he says with a nod, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As though he has no doubt that things will work themselves out. If only I could allow myself to believe that, too.

Chapter Eleven

Sloane

Past – July 2014

Fingers trail along my stomach in a circular motion, causing goosebumps to rise up on my skin.

“How is it that we’ve been together for four months, and this is the first time you’ll be staying the night?” Marco grunts.

He’s come a long way in the time we’ve been seeing each other. In the early days, conversing with him was like trying to get blood from a damn rock sometimes, but now he’ll talk openly with me, even going as far to be the one to initiate conversation. His gruff exterior doesn’t bother me in the slightest, because I know how much he cares for me underneath it all.

“Because this is the first time in four months that my father’s gone on a business trip, so he won’t know if I’m home tonight.”

We see each other as much as we can, but between him being in college and working for his dad, and me having to be the perfect little mob princess, it can be hard to find the time.

He lets out a sigh, clearly not happy with the way we have to do things.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, swallowing down the knot in my throat.

Marco grabs my chin and turns me to face him, propping himself up on his elbow as we lounge in his bed.

“Why are you sorry?” he asks with a frown.

I sigh. “I’m sorry that we have to sneak around. I’m sorry that we don’t have more time for each other. I’m just sorry that this is how it has to be between us,” I admit.

He’s already shaking his head before I’ve even finished speaking. “It’s not your fault, baby. We can’t help who our families are. I’m sorry I don’t have more time for you. I’m sorry I can’t take you out on real dates and spend time with you in public. I’m sorry you can’t go to college like you wanted because your father won’t allow it. We can’t do anything differently right now, baby, so there’s no point dwelling on things we can’t change.”

I nod my head in agreement. He’s right that we can’t change anything. Do I wish I could have gone to college to study psychology like I wanted? Of course. But dear old Dad wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t fathom why I would want to work for a living when I could just marry a rich man of his choosing.

I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m living in the 1800s.

“Where does Finn think you are tonight?” he asks and I do my best not to tense beside him. The truth is, my brother knows exactly where I am. After about a month or so of me seeing Marco, Finn confronted me about it. I don’t know how he knew, but he did. He warned me that it wasn’t a good idea, but he told me that it was my decision to make. He’s even covered for me here and there when I’ve needed him to. I’d tell Marco the truth,but I swore to my brother that I wouldn’t. He didn’t want Marco to know that he knew in case shit hits the fan and Marco uses it against him.

I told him Marco would never do that, but he still made me promise.

And I can’t break a promise to my brother.

It’s the only real lie I’ve ever told Marco.

“He’s busy with Kian, so he thinks I’m at home,” I murmur, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue.

“Good,” he mutters. “That means I have you all to myself for the night.” He smirks at me before rolling me onto my back and hovering over me. “Now, how can we spend the one night we get together for however long? What do you wanna do, baby?” he asks and lowers his lips to my neck. He nibbles on my skin like it’s his favorite snack before pulling away and looking down at me, his eyes dark.

“What do you think, little warrior? Want me to fuck you like the desperate little cock slut you are?” My insides light up at his words. He has no right to affect me the way he does, and if anyone else tried calling me some of the things he does, they’d be bent over crying after a swift kick to the balls. But for some reason with Marco, rather than pissing me off, all they do is turn me on.

“Or do you want me to fuck your throat until your gagging on my dick with a mouthful of my cum?” He trails his lips from my neck, across my cheek and to my mouth, kissing me languidly before flipping us both over once more so I’m straddling him.

“I know exactly whatIwant,” he says, grinding himself against me before giving my ass a slight tap. “I want you to climb on up here and ride my face until I’m drowning in your release.”

I stare at him with wide eyes. “W-what?” I ask. Marco has gone down on me plenty of times, but I’ve never sat on his face for him to do it. I’ve never done that with anyone.

“You heard me,” he says, his voice gruff and demanding. “Get yourself up here and sit on my face. I want to tastemypussy.”

Reluctantly, I rise up on my knees and crawl forward until I’m hovering above him, looking down from under my lashes.

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