Page 36 of Ruthless Vengeance
“As much as the idea of getting caught fucking you thrills me, we should probably go upstairs,” he murmurs in my ear, and I can’t help but laugh.
My body and mind are so much lighter knowing that I haven’t lost him forever. But my need for him is no way near satiated.
I reluctantly untangle myself from him so we can get dressed.
Marco pulls on his pants and hands me his shirt to put on over my cami, though from the look in his eyes, I have a feeling that once we get upstairs, it’ll only come straight back off.
He takes my hand in his and leads me upstairs to his room.
But I’m barely on the bed before Marco is stripping back out of his pants.
When I go to remove his shirt, he shakes his head, his eyes darkening with need.
“I love seeing you in my shirt. Makes me so fucking hard.”
I bite back my smile as I move to lie on my front, lifting the shirt up just enough to expose my backside.
He groans. “You want me from behind, love?”
“Mhmm…” I wiggle my hips, causing Marco to growl.
I barely have a chance to look over my shoulder at him before he’s climbing on the bed and caging my body beneath his.
As he thrusts inside me from behind, I have to bite down on the pillow to muffle my cries so as not to wake Zoe next door.
Once we’re both completely spent, we lie tangled in the sheets, too wide awake to even contemplate sleep.
Marco eventually shifts onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he studies me.
“Tell me about your childhood.”
I blink up at him. “Why?”
“The more I know about Ben’s past, the better. It might help me figure out what his endgame is.”
I sigh, staring at the ceiling.
Does he seriously want to talk about this now?
“I don’t even know what to tell you. We used to be close when we were kids, but when Ben turned fourteen, everything changed.”
Marco watches me closely. “Changed how?”
“He started hanging out with the wrong people, which led to him getting in trouble.” I shake my head. “At first, it was small things, like skipping school or stealing stuff from gas stations, but…then, it got worse.” My throat grows thick with emotion, and I have to take a couple of deep breaths. “Eventually, it led to fighting and drugs, and well…the rest is history.”
I swallow, the memories coming in hard and fast as I think back to the day Ben got arrested.
“I hated him for it, especially for what it did to my mom. She tried so hard to save him, but he just kept pushing her away.”
Marco doesn’t say anything for a moment, then he reaches over to brush a strand of hair from my face. “When did you lose her?”
My chest tightens as I think of my mom. “I was eighteen. She died of cancer.”
His jaw flexes, but he stays quiet, offering me comfort through the slow circles he traces on my arm with his fingers.
“After that, I didn’t have anyone. Ben was already locked up, and I had no aunts or uncles to lean on. It was just me, and Iguess that’s what pulled me to Adam a bit. But if I’m honest with myself, I guess I really haven’t felt like part of a family until Zoe came along.”
Marco pulls me closer, his arms tightening around me like a shield.
