XXI

*SMUT WARNING*

The pressure of his body against my own relaxes minutely, and I seize the opportunity to wriggle free and shove him away from me. "And I was just starting to enjoy that." He comments.

I run my finger over my lip and capture a glance of the red liquid running down the surface.

He bit my fucking lip?!

"Why the fuck did you bite my lip?!" I ask in disturbance.

"To leave my mark." He answers back. His tone is chilling, his face hardening in seriousness. I notice his body language shifting.

"No. Marco. YOU don't get to leave any mark on ME." I snap, pulling my lip down and looking into the mirror. As I stare into my own wicked reflection, I notice Marco closing in behind me.

My heart skips a beat in my chest, and I try to quell the strange feeling his look is giving me. My pulse quickens and I realise my mistake. There's a twitch in my groin and Marco sucks in a breath, but whatever he's about to do is interrupted as I shove him hard.

He catches himself as he falls back and lunges back at me, reaching for my shoulder. I hook my foot around his ankle the moment he grabs my shoulder and twist, we both topple to the floor. He lands on top of me, body hot against my own. His muscles are like iron as he moves to pin me down.

With every ounce of strength I have, I arch, shoving my ass back into his crotch and pitching him backwards. I scramble across the floor, trying to reach the place where I saw his gun fall, but a strong hand pulls me back. I manage to flip over onto my back and wrap my legs around him, squeezing his torso like a vice.

"I enjoy your games, Milana." He expresses.

With a shriek of frustration, I reach down and yank his shirt up and over his head, temporarily blinding him before leaping out from his grasp. He dives after me again, and this time his strength is overwhelming. My small frame is no match for his raw muscle as he flips me and pins me beneath him again. It's then that something hot and hard presses against my groin, and my body responds most willingly.

Marco has my wrists clasped in his powerful fingers, hips nestled between my thighs. There's an unmistakable heat as something solid grinds against my pussy.

His hips thrust forward again, making my need undeniable as it responds with a surge of pleasure. I writhe beneath him, challenging him with my entire body. My eyes flash dangerously.

And then he kisses me.

The room and everything in it drift away as his lips meet my own, hot and yearning and completely unconcerned about anything else. My heartbeat hammers in my ears as his tongue seeks mine. I thrust my hips up, maximising the contact of my groin against his.

Rapid as a whip, I push off the floor and roll as hard as I can, flipping our positions. I find myself above him, legs straddled on either side.

"You planning on straddling me to death?" He asks with a mischievous look. "You would like that too much." I reply in an instant. Marco's hands find my thighs and squeeze, sending a shiver up my spine. The thickness of his erection trapped between our bodies makes me squirm.

But it's not enough to keep my fingers from slinking to my boot and the knife I keep there.

I sink my weight lower onto the very distracting stiffness between my legs, rolling my hips against his. I kiss him fiercely, as my hands roam his body, one of them moving lower and lower...

When my hands reach my boot, I notice that the knife has been replaced by pure emptiness.

"Looking for this?"

His eyes sparkle as he holds up the knife, and I swallow hard.

"I've told you the truth about Nico and you still want me dead." He says, bringing the knife to the base of my top. The surge of adrenaline pounds through me as I watch the pointed tip.

I wrap my fingers around his throat, nestling my grip against his chiseled jaw. Marco sighs and leans his head back. "Why would you kill Nico? What did you get out of it?" I ask, tightening my grip around my throat.

"I did it for both of us. He was feeding Luca information. Information about my family and yours." He explains. He hauls me upwards and is suddenly behind me, one arm seized in his grip and held into an armlock. The other hand presses the blade against my throat.

"Do you really want to kill me, Milana?" He asks with a fierce look that sends shivers down my spine. Blood sings in my ears and I swallow hard, terrified and terribly aroused. "You'll find out soon enough." I reply.

"But for now..."

Marco kisses me as my fingers work the buttons on his trousers. I yank them down impatiently as he tears away the fabric on my body with the knife. Once he is done, he throws the knife aside with expert skill, and it buries itself into the wall on the opposite side of the room with a THUNK. I look at it for only a moment before realising with surprise that i'm too riled up to care about the loss of my weapon.

His slick cock rubs against my growingly wet pussy as he wraps his fingers around my throat, then leans forward to whisper in my ear.

"You trust me that much, pretty low, even for you." He whispers as he glances over to the knife.

I roll my hips beneath him, teasing his length. His cock twitches against me while his fingers squeeze minutely. "Who said anything about trust?" I question.

His tongue suddenly darts forward to lap at my clit, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through my entire body. "Finger me." I order, panting and hot. Marco obliges, the soft heat of his lips peppering my skin with kisses as his fingers search my folds.

He pushes two fingers deep inside of me and I moan, bucking my hips back into the sensation.

"Fuck... Faster." I moan. The fullness of his fingers inside me pump faster and faster as they massage my wet walls. He hums slightly, the vibrations moving from his lips to my skin from deep within his throat. With perfect rhythm, his fingers thrust in and out of my pussy, driving me higher and higher towards my peak. My pussy is soaking wet and I begin squirting uncontrollably, clenching my thighs like a little slut.

But before pleasure can fully envelope me, he pulls his fingers out and smiles to himself.

"You need me that bad huh, pathetic." He whispers with a smirk. He exits the room leaving me breathless and panting.

Oh he will fucking pay for that.

I roll my eyes and throw my pyjamas on in displeasure, then shift around in bed but cannot seem to fall asleep so pick up the TV remote and flick through a few shows. I decide on Euphoria and turn on episode one. Soon, exhaustion takes over and I doze off.

***

*BANG *BANG*

I am awoken by gun shots heard from the other side of the door, a good distance away. My brain is on full alert and I look over to the clock to see it has just turned 4am. I throw on my black crop top which has a gun secreted in the side, protected by a silver zipper. I am about to send an emergency alert to everyone in the building when Francesca and James come running in.

[Quick recap] •James: Milana's cousin •Francesca: Milana's sister •Amelia: Marco's sister There are more characters (cousins ect) but they are unnamed for now.

"We need to get out!" James yells, clearly infuriated by the sudden attackers. "Who the fuck is attacking?! We have guards surrounding the building!" I yell as I pull my gun from the pocket in my top. "We aren't sure yet. Our team is looking into it as we speak." He replies.

"Can we not have one fucking peaceful day without almost being killed!" I snap, darting towards Francesca who is creeping over to the door. "Apparently not." She says as she turns her head to me.

"I'll count down from three and we will attack." James suggests. "Absolutely not. We need a real plan we don't know how much of a threat this is." I snap, avoiding eye contact by staring at the door. "Lana's right, we don't know." Francesca says. "So what do you suggest?" James asks, visibly irritated.

"We let them think they have cleared the building and then attack, catch them off guard." I say, switching my gaze between the two stunned faces stood before me. "That will never work, they know we are here!" James yells, nudging Francesca for her support.

"Exactly. It's their weakness that we are here. We don't know how many attackers in the building but they don't know how many of us there are either." I explain.

"The odds are slim, Milana."

"Slim but not none." I reassure, tossing James my gun and pulling another one out of the cabinet behind me.

"Let's do it." Francesca nods in approval.

This better work.

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