Page 32 of Ruthless Vengeance
It feels like a violation of privacy to have a private investigator look into my past, but I’m in no position to protest, not when I’ve given him every right not to trust me.
“He confirmed with me an hour ago that you have had no connection with your brother, that you haven’t spoken to him in years, and…I believe that.”
I take the first full breath in what feels like days.
He believes me.
Marco turns his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m still pissed, Clara.”
I swallow. “I know.”
“You have a habit of keeping me in the dark about things.” His tone is sharp like a knife. “And I promise you, if you ever do it again, I won’t be so forgiving.”
Tears sting my eyes, a mix of shame and relief washing over me.
“I’m so sorry,” I choke before launching myself at him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face against his shoulder.
This is home. I missed him so much.
His distance was all my fault, and I can’t be the reason he pulls away from me or Zoe anymore. Or ever again.
“I swear, I won’t keep anything from you again.”
Marco doesn’t respond right away and for a second, I think he’s going to push me away. But then his arms come around me, strong and sure, pulling me against his chest.
His scent, a mix of cologne and whisky, fills my lungs as I breathe him in.
A sense of calmness settles over me as he holds me close, and my eyes flutter closed as I fully relax against him.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper again, tightening my arms around him.
“I know.” His hand starts to stroke my hair.
The tension shifts between us and when I pull back and look into Marco’s eyes, I find them even darker than before.
My breath catches as his hands slowly slide down my body to settle on my waist, and then his lips crash against mine.
The kiss is rough and desperate, filled with the kind of frustration that’s been simmering between us since this fight began.
I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he tugs me onto his lap, his grip possessive and firm.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growls against my mouth, his hands roaming over my body as he pulls me onto his lap.
“Marco…” I grind against his hardness.
His fingers dig painfully into my hips, but I don’t care. I’ve been starved of his touch for too long, and I need him,now.
I moan as Marco moves his mouth to my neck, licking at the sensitive spot beneath my ear that has my entire body breaking out in goosebumps.
My hips move of their own accord, the ache between my thighs becoming almost unbearable as I grind against his length.
His hands move up my body to cup my breasts. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
I arch into his touch. “Don’t stop.”
Marco grunts as he makes quick work of pulling down the straps of my cami top to reveal my aching breasts.
