Page 254 of Merciless Desires

“It was nice meeting you,” she said politely, her niceties aimed only at Mamma, and ducked her head to follow me to the foyer.

“Wait!” Mamma called after us.

I turned, watching with a frown as she stood slowly. Marcella gently pulled herself away from me to help her, and instead of swatting her away like she had me, Mamma held onto Marcella tightly.

“I can help you plan the wedding…if you’d like.”

Marcella smiled sweetly at her. “I’d like that. There is so much to do.”

Mamma beamed back. “I have four sisters, so I may know a few things about planning weddings. Although my taste might be a bit dated.”

My fiancée chuckled, and Mamma pulled her into a hug.

“Matteo will give me your number, and we can set up a time to plan. What do you say?”

“Oh…” Marcella began and peeked at me. “I don’t know where my phone is.”

“I’ll buy you another.” My response was clipped, but it wasn’t over the thought of getting a phone for Marcella. It was because my papà was watching our entire interaction with a wicked grin.

“Alright, cara. We’ll talk soon.” Mamma let Marcella go and winked at me before slowly moving toward the stairs.

Marcella was in my arms again and we were out of the house before my papà could say something stupid. When I opened the car door for her, she crawled across the backseat and turned to face me when I sat.

“Come here,” I ordered, patting my thigh.

Marcella slid across the leather and slowly placed one leg over mine. Her movements were careful, cautious, and I was sick of waiting. I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, shoving at her dress, ignoring her gasp when it started to rip.

“Cazzo…I’m sorry, amorina.” I mumbled my apology against her throat.

“It’s alright. You can buy me a new one.”

“Fuck the dress. I mean about my papà.”

Threading my fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck, I guided her mouth down to mine, having gone far too long without kissing her.

The sound of her moan in our kiss nearly turned me feral. I was clawing and nipping and sucking at her exposed skin, tugging at the straps of her dress until they ripped too.

Genovesi said something about us arriving home, and the house was cleared, but I wasn’t listening to him. I was only listening to the sounds Marcella was making.

I opened the door, but I knew I couldn’t climb out while connected with Marcella, as much as I wanted to, so I slowed our kiss, grinning wickedly at the way she was panting.

She climbed off my lap carefully, running her inner thigh along my cock just to be a tease. I got out of the car and reached for her, admiring her flushed cheeks and tattered dress.

When her feet hit the stone driveway, I picked her up and carried her into the home and up the stairs in a much different, yet equally as eager way as I had the first night she was here.

But I wasn’t bringing her to her room.

I was bringing her to my room.

Chapter Sixteen

MARCELLA

I liked the way Matteo kissed me. I didn’t want him to stop kissing me, but I did want us both to make it upstairs without falling, and there was no way we could do that if we were kissing.

My bones felt like they were vibrating in my body, a deep quivering that could have been explained away simply as lust, but I knew was fear hung heavy in my core.

Whatever Matteo wanted to do to me, I wanted it just as badly. I just didn’t want to disappoint.

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