XXVI

*SMUT WARNING*

Night has fallen over New York, and like every night in the city, it promises lurid pleasure and titillating danger. As I stand on the sidewalk, I glance at the time on my phone.

He's late.

A limousine slowly drives up to the sidewalk and comes to a halt. The driver exits the vehicle and opens the side door for me. I take a deep breath and slip into the limo, the driver shutting the door behind me.

Inside the limo, Marco scoots over as I take a seat next to him. He flashes me a grin and leans back comfortably.

"Hello beautiful." He greets.

He wears that suit well, doesn't he?

His hoarse voice and subtle accent are so charming, my pulse raises immediately. "You know, Marco, it's going to take a lot more than a limo to impress me." I tease, inhaling his powering cologne. The scent is both a mix of danger and power.

I rake my teeth across my bottom lip as I place my hand in my lap. "You're saying that like its the only ace I have up my sleeve." He replies, his playful wink and tone making me laugh. I shake my head and lean slightly closer to him.

The limo begins to move, and as I glance out the window, I see two black cars with darkly tinted windows following us. "Whose in those cars?" I ask, noticing Marco looking beyond me out of the window. "Don't be troubled by it." He replies.

"I'll be troubled if you don't tell me whose following us." I reply, raising my voice to make a point. "Protection. We have no idea where those Martínez scums are at." He replies.

I nod and shift in my seat as Marco opens a small built-in cupboard and takes out a bottle of flute champagne along with two flute glasses. "For you, my dear." I take one glass from Marco's hand, and he places the other on a circular table sitting before us.

He pops the cork of the bottle and the sound goes off like a muffled gunshot. He pours us both some champagne and we clink glasses. I take a sip, the sweet fizzy taste lingering on my tongue as Marco locks eyes with me.

His gaze promises everything - passion, tenderness and most overwhelmingly power.

"Milana, you kno-"

His words are cut off by the surprisingly loud sound of my cellphone ringing. I answer the phone aggressively and hold it to my ear. "What is it now?" I ask in annoyance. James explains the latest news with Luca Martínez and also gives a small update on whats happening with Nico.

Once he wraps up the convocation, I hang up and put my phone on silent. "Who was that?" He asks. "James. He said that they are unsure on what to do with Nico and that Luca has been spotted a few miles outside of New Jersey." I explain.

"Luca is building an even bigger army, Milana." Marco explains, placing his hand on my upper thigh. "I should of killed him." I say in irritability. "But you didn't, which was stupid, but there's nothing we can do about that now." He adds, making me feel a little bit better.

As the limo finally comes to a halt, I step outside to see a luxurious yacht in the distance.

As we board the yacht, I spot a table adorned with candles and a beautifully prepared meal waiting for the two of us. We are not alone. Two men are also present, dressed in sleek suits and clearly standing guard.

Why do I need protection on a yacht. We will be in the middle of the sea for fucks sake. It's not like I'm gonna be sniped from New Jersey.

"Are we in danger?" I ask, looking around cautiously. "No. My bodyguards are just here to sweep the perimeter. I'll be dismissing them." He assures. "I'm all the protection you need anyways." He adds.

"What makes you think I need protection?" I ask, lowering my eyes. "Just a safety precaution. I know you can handle yourself well" He replies.

That's the exact answer I wanted to hear.

"Take a seat. I'll join you in a moment" He says, engaging in small talk with the bodyguards. They are too far away for me to hear anything but I watch as they nod and walk away, leaving just me and Marco.

Once the bodyguards are gone, the yacht sails away from the harbour. Marco takes a seat opposite me and I notice a familiar glint of possessiveness in his eyes. I glance up at the sky above me, peppered with stars. With none of the harsh city lights around, they shine bright and beautiful. I finally look down to meet Marco's gaze, and my heart skips a beat.

"It's cold." I complain.

He slowly nods in agreement and stands up.

"Come inside then." He proposes as he leads me away.

The yacht's cabin is luxurious and adorned with multiple paintings. There's soft jazz music playing from the speakers and eyes catch sight of something lying on the table.

A gun?

Marco follows my gaze and notices the gun. His expression doesn't even change as he walks towards it and casually stashes it away into the drawer. I avert my eyes from him and catch sight of a rather provocative painting. The painting is that of a beautiful naked woman, blindfolded and bound by an intricate pattern of ropes.

He returns to me and sits down besides me on the bed, he runs his fingers up and down my thigh, barely avoiding the material of my dress.

"What's on your mind, bella?" He asks, locking his eyes with mine. I stand up on my elbow to reach him and waste no time before dipping my tongue into his mouth. "Tell me what you want" He orders.

"I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me." I plead, sounding like a whore begging to be fucked. He begins running his fingers all over my body, eliciting small whimpers when he brushes the side of my breasts and thighs. "You don't know how much I need you right now, bella. Let me have you." He proposes.

I rear my head up and lean into him. "One night." I whisper in his ear. "One night. Let me fuck you like I used to." He agrees. His hand finds its way under my dress and his thumb rubs circles over my clit, barely hidden under my thin panties.

"And trust me. Once I'm done with you, you'll wish it was more." He adds, his breath warm on my neck.

Fuck my modesty.

My breath hitches in my throat as wetness grows betweens my legs, soaking my panties. Marco's lips brush over my neck, sending chills down my spine. He turns to me and leans down, brushing the tip of his nose against mine while my heart drums away in my ears.

"Show me what you've got." I order, breathing heavily. "Oh, you really like to play with fire, bella." He replies, cupping my cheek. He looks down at my lips for a moment before smashing his to mine. I melt into him, gripping the front of his shirt as his tongue glides against mine.

I throw my arms around him as I hungrily climb onto his lap, pushing myself up tightly against his growing erection. I begin to grind up against the bulge in his pants, and Jesus, I could cum like this. He responds with a growl and grabs my ass, pinching it's sensitive skin and sending chills through my body. My lips collide with his again as he slides my panties to the side and pushes my hips forward.

He looks down and hungrily watches as I continue to ride the bulge in his pants. "You like that huh?" He asks. "You love being dirty with me."

His eyes flare with desire and the bulge in his pants is so huge that I am afraid his cock will tear through the fabric. In awe, he watches me slide down my panties as I am burning up with need. I climb onto him, every touch electrifying us both.

With a playful smile, I pin his hands above his head, and mount his face. He gets to work immediately, moving his tongue fast, licking all the way around my folds and teasing my clit. Whether I am that horny or he is that skilful, his tongue feels heavenly.

"M-m-m, yes... Just like that..." I moan.

I begin to moan uncontrollably, as I start squirting all around us. His mouth and tongue are rough but I can't stop moving my hips, I'm too horny, too wet. I continue to my pussy roughly on him, and bask in the warm, wet pleasure his tongue is giving me.

"Oh, so your mouth is good for more than dirty insults." I whisper, not slowing the pace. I squeeze my thighs, crushing Marco into the bed and pin his hands more into the cushion.

He proceeds with tongue fucking my clit as hard as he can and my slutty moans fill the room. With every noise that comes out of my mouth, the faster Marco works his tongue. Soon, I lose track of time, grinding on his mouth, getting closer and closer with every second.

Suddenly, a wet, cushy climax washes over me, coaxing a long sultry moan from my throat. I grab onto the sheets and grind on Marco's face, pleasure shooting through me in pulses before finally subsiding.

I lie back, catching my breath, feeling sensitive all over...

...Wanting more.

------------------------------------------------------- Okay next chapter is more intense so take this as a warning...