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“I don’t have to do anything,” I say, cutting him off. “I want to.”

As I say the words, I realize I wholeheartedly mean them. I want him this way. I want to watch him fall apart at the mercy of my mouth and not because I’m desperate to keep him, but rather because I want to feel that intimacy with him and only him.

He pushes his fingers through my hair and his hand molds to the back of my head as my lips part and my tongue touches the tip of his cock, slowly circling it. Inhaling a sharp breath, his nostrils flare. I lick the underside of his shaft and angle my head. My tongue flicks his balls before my lips slowly trail up his veiny cock. Opening my mouth wider, I take him in. Inch by inch until the head of his cock touches the back of my throat and I gag on it. As a knee jerk reaction, my eyes begin to water but I don’t tear them away from his.

Closing my lips tightly around him, I start to suck. My head bobs up and down as my fingers curl around the backs of his thighs.

My eyes plead with him to move.

To take.

To fuck.

His control finally snaps and he fists my hair. Jerking his hips, he thrusts deeper and deeper. My fingers dig into his thighs as I open wider. Drops of pre-cum slide down my throat and he quickly pulls out of my mouth.

“It’s okay,” I croak, reaching for him.

He shakes his head and untangles his fingers from my hair. Pulling me to my feet, he spins me around and plasters me against the wall. I gasp the second my sensitive nipples touch the tile and spread my legs. Pressing his cock against my ass, he gathers my soaking wet hair and wraps it around his bruised fist. Biting through the pain, he pulls my hair and turns my head. His lips crash against mine and his tongue wastes no time entering my mouth.

The ache between my legs intensifies and I break the kiss.

“Please,” I beg as his mouth drops to my neck. He sucks and nibbles, making his way to my shoulder.

“Say it,” he growls, pressing his dick against my ass harder. “Tell me your mine. Tell me I’m the only one who fucks you from now on.”

“I’m yours,” I pant. “Please…I…” my words fade into a moan as he reaches between my legs and touches my clit. “Just you.” My eyes roll as he circles my clit. “You’re the only one I want fucking me,” I cry.

His fingers leave me, and his knee moves between my legs, spreading them further apart. I brace my palms against the wall of the shower and prepare myself. With one hand on my hip and the other still pulling my hair, he thrusts deep inside me, feeding me every inch. My knees buckle against the tile and I moan his name.

“Fuck,” he growls.

In an instant he finds a rhythm, pulling out and plunging in. My pussy stretches and my legs wobble as I try to keep up, but it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to cripple me. Moaning his name, I close my eyes and surrender to the pleasure coursing through my body.

Marco continues to pump in and out of me. He untangles my hair from his fingers and moves his hand to my other hip, holding me steady as he rotates his hips and fucks me.

Harder.

Deeper.

One orgasm rolls into two and then another.

I can barely stand when I feel him pull out of me, but I force myself to turn around. With my back pressed against the wall, I watch him jerk his cock. His release spurts out, decorating his hand.

“Look at me,” I whisper breathlessly.

His eyes snap to mine as he continues to pull his release from his body.

“You’re mine too.”

Chapter Nineteen

Marco

Icould get used towaking up to Antonia’s hair draped across my chest and her soft body curled against my side. A shocking thought for a man who swore he’d never engage in sleepovers of any kind. I had long ago mastered the art of goodbyes and creeping out of a woman’s bed before she woke and yet, here I am, perfectly content watching her sleep.

There’s no fear of getting too attached when it comes to Antonia.

I knew things were different with her before last night, but after the showdown with Hound and meeting her old man, something shifted between us. She left the feast with me, taking a stand against her father. She even divulged the details of her relationship with Hound and Tank’s crazy suspicion that I was using her to get to him. Her trust and honesty spoke volumes, but it wasn’t until we were back at my apartment and in my shower that I realized how deep things were getting. It didn’t matter where she came from or who she was with; I wanted her to be mine, and in the shower, that’s exactly what she became.

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