Page 16 of Relentless Refuge

"This is really not a good idea," I whisper against his lips. I think of the time and when we have to be at the meet, but it's only an excuse for my internal hesitancy to bed this man again. I'm still so self-conscious about my lack of experience, but it feels so good. His finger gently parts me and slides over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. His other hand pushes into my hair and massages my scalp as if he’s saying that it's okay for me to be vulnerable with him. As he continues to explore my body, my muscles start to relax into him.

He pulls away slightly. "Look at me." I open my eyes, and his gaze locks onto mine. It's both intensely hot and reassuringly tender. "Let go. Just enjoy it."

I take a deep breath and bat my eyelashes, giving in to the blissful torture as he slides two fingers inside me and begins to move them in a steady rhythm that matches the beat of my heart. He never breaks eye contact. Every groan and moan that escapes my lips, he matches with one of his own. Every time he looks like he wants to say something, he stops moving altogether, making me whimper for more.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he pants. His other hand finds its way back to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, making it harder. I can feel the way he's already getting aroused, pressing against my thigh. He leans in to kiss me again, and his tongue slips past my lips, tasting like mint toothpaste and desire. I can't help but answer in kind, bucking my hips against his palm as he thrusts deeper into me. The sensation is both foreign and familiar at once. This man knows how to touch me perfectly.

Soon, my inhibitions give way to the desire he's created inside me. My groin burns and aches to feel him enter me and fill me again like he did before. I want him to teach me the things I've never experienced, to show me how good it feels to be dominatedand to submit to pleasure. I moan and claw at his back as his teeth rake over my neck and make goosebumps rise on my arms. He's hard now, and my hand finds his thick length. I grip him, and he growls against my skin as he nips at my shoulder.

"I have so much to teach you," he says as he plants kisses across my shoulder up to my neck and earlobe. I wonder if he means I’m not doing it right or if he's eager to explore my body in uncharted ways.

"I want to learn," I mutter, though it's more like a whimper. My hips grind against his hand, and he growls.

"That's my girl," Marco praises before picking me up by my waist and turning me around so my face is to the wall. He wedges his length between my thighs, teasing me as the water cascades over us both. His hands spread my legs apart to reveal my center, glistening with anticipation. I'm dripping for him, and he knows it. His fingers play at my entrance, dipping in and out, coating himself in my slickness. He gently slides the head of his cock into my slit. He's thick and hard, and my pussy screams for him, but he just teases me.

My chest is crushed between my body and the tile, and his chest presses firmly into my back. I whimper, and my hands slide across the wall feverishly, looking for something to hold on to as his hands part my cheeks. His hot breath dusts my shoulder, and his teeth dig into my skin too. I yelp as his hand comes down hard on my ass. I know there will be a red mark there.

"Shit… oh, God," I hiss, then I moan as I grind backward into him. His cock between my thighs still teases me relentlessly, and his hips begin to pump against my backside.

"You liked this before," he reminds me, his voice rough and achingly sexy. "Don't hold back. You can take it." He slams into me hard then, filling me up completely in one stroke. I cry out from the shock of pleasure, but he doesn't stop. His mouth moves down my neck, teeth and tongue working in tandem with his hips. I feel him growl deep in his chest as he plows into me, claiming me fiercely. The water crashes around us, and the shower pressure intensifies the sensation of being owned by this man. It's like the world has slowed down around us. We're all that exists in this moment.

His grip on my hips tightens as he fucks me into oblivion. My entire body tenses, and my orgasm builds from deep inside me, primed from his previous touches and teasing earlier. He slides in and out of me, each thrust hitting my G-spot with ease. I'm moaning so loudly that I'm sure the whole house can hear us, but I don't care. The pleasure he brings me is too intense to hold back.

"Oh, God, Marco… I’m coming," I pant, still clawing at the wall. My pussy clenches around him and spasms hard, convulsions tugging at my stomach. He doesn’t relent, either. His thrusts become hungry and determined, as if he's trying to make me piss myself or something. And when the waves of pleasure stop, I feel him pull back. I whimper at the lack of his girth inside me, but he comes back, this time shocking me to my core.

Marco's thumbs push into my ass, the tight ring of muscles burning and stretching as he pulls his thumbs apart. "Oh, fuck," I groan, and more whimpers rumble up out of my chest. "Oh, God, what are you doing?"

"You'll like it," he says, but it's not reassuring. I'm frantic, pushing on the shower wall, but soon, the head of his cock is teasing my ass too. "Shh… don't hold your breath. Just relax andinhale deeply. One… two… three," he counts off, and I try to do as he says, but the searing pain as he thrusts into me feels like I’m being torn in two.

I let out a wail and a sob and lay my head against the cool tile, but he starts thrusting. After only a few thrusts, the pain is replaced by the most erotic pleasure I've ever experienced.

"Oh, fucking hell…" I manage before moaning again. Marco growls low in his throat and brings me over the edge once more. His deep, rough voice in my ear commands me to come, and I do. I come like a freight train, screaming as he pounds into me roughly.

"That's it,amore mia," he groans against my ear. "Scream for me."

His dick feels like a ball bat, his girth ripping me apart as I spasm and jerk. The water from the shower rains down on us as my body shakes with his orgasm. My ass clenches around him, and he groans deeply. His self-control is incredible. He powers through my second orgasm by biting down on my shoulder once again. His hands cup both my breasts, and he squeezes them as he grunts. I don’t know how much more I can take, but he seems slow to give up.

And when he pulls out for a moment, I think he's finished. But I turn to see him washing his dick, and he smirks at me. "Give me your leg," he says, gesturing, and I lean against the wall helplessly as he hoists one of my knees in the air. His cock slides back into my pussy, and he makes eye contact as he starts fucking me again.

"Now your ass is mine too, Isabella. Every part of you belongs to me." With one hand, he holds my leg up, and with the other, hegrips my wrist and pushes my hand between us. I obey him, and I massage my clit as he continues to thrust.

This orgasm comes the most quickly. My body is so on edge from the pleasure of it all that I can't hold back. And he comes too, filling me up with his heat in an explosion I'll feel for hours. "Oh, God… mmm," he groans and slows his thrusts. We both come down from the high and catch our breath beneath the flow of the shower.

My heart is pounding, my knees weak as he takes the soap and lathers me up. His hands are gentle as he washes every crevice I have, especially when he touches my ass. The way he looks at me as he cares for me disarms me entirely. He doesn’t allow me to take the soap. He wants to wash me himself. And when he’s done, he washes himself and kisses my cheek. Then he whispers in my ear, “Finish up. We have to leave in twenty minutes.”

And then he’s gone and I’m left with legs that feel like Jell-O and a pussy that’s taken a pounding.

I didn’t wake up thinking this would happen, but I enjoyed it. Marco knows how to make me feel incredible. He also seems to really desire to care for me, even when I hate him for it—like letting Nicky force me into that car when I was clearly able to defend myself. And fuck if I don’t like the way he makes me feel.

I rinse the soap from my skin and touch my clit lightly. It’s still so sensitive, and I think of how his fluids drained from me when he pulled out. We’re having unprotected sex, which is something I know will lead to pregnancy, if I’m not already pregnant. And that thought begins to tarnish the afterglow of warmth and relaxation I’m feeling.

If I have a baby, whose Family will receive the heir? Will Marco let my son lead my Family? Or if it’s a girl, will my daughter be permitted to take his place? I sigh and splash some water on my hot face, then turn the water off. One way or another, I have to make my Family fall in line quickly. If he keeps fucking me like this, my stomach will be in the way of gun battles and no one will let me lead anything. I’ll be barefoot and pregnant and relegated to “feminine duties”.

And that is something I’m not letting happen.

13

MARCO

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