XXVII

*SMUT WARNING*

"Look at you, still dripping with cum like a slut. You belong to me now." He states, a serious and dark look plastered on his face.

He talks so dirty. I hate how much I love it.

I turn my head to him and blow a piece of hair out of my face. "Stop talking." I reply, pushing him down and instantly wrapping my fingers around his cock. I seal my lips around the head, flickering my tongue against him.

He instantly sucks in a breath. "Oh thats it. Good girl." He calls out. His words only make me suck harder, my tongue working the sensitive tip of his dick. I speed up slightly when I hear a catch in his breath, tightening my grip.

"Fuck." He moans, balling my hair into his fist whilst tilting his head backwards. I pump his cock harder and follow the motion of my hand with my mouth. Suddenly, his dick twitches and I squeeze the base, stopping his orgasm with my fingers.

"Don't fucking stop." He says, when he's realised what I've done.

"That's more like it. Beg for more." I demand, he tightens his grip on my hair and pulls it slightly, sending a sensation of pain through my body.

"More, fuck. Your body's mine. I don't want anyone else's hands on you." He says.

Haha yeah. We will see about that.

I loosen my grip right as I slide my lips down his length, taking him all the way into my mouth. His jagged breathing is the first sign he is close. I squeeze my tongue against his cock with the first twitch of an impending explosion. Hot jets of cum hit the back of my tongue as I swallow greedily.

"Holy shit." He moans, breathing thickly. I let him catch his breath for a moment before meeting eyes with him. He gazes at me, sits up, and pulls me closer to him.

The way he looks at me is far from hate.

"You're such a fucking slut for me, Milana. My slut." He says as I look down at his lap, eyeing the already half-hard cock between us. With that same peculiar look on his face, Marco cups my face and draws it do his, kissing me roughly. He bites my lip as I spread my knees wide, letting the tip of his cock rub over my clit. I lean in close, whispering into his ear.

"I can show you mercy... And so much more, if you want it." I say seductively.

"Fuck, God I want it. I wanna do everything to you and you know it." He whispers in my ear. Every bit of my body aches, yearning to be filled with his hard cock. I look at Marco, all chiseled muscle and deadly grace, and the need swells within me again.

I position myself over him, facing him as I straddle his hips, hands against his chest. With one hand, he repetitively slaps his cock against my pussy, teasing it. I thrust my hips forward, rubbing my wetness against him and taming some of my pleasure. My clit glides over his tip and he grabs my waist, speeding up my movement.

"This is bad of us." I call out through moans, not stopping my grinds. He raises an eyebrow at me and leans into my neck. "C'mon, you love being bad with me." He replies, his warm breath sending chills across my bare skin.

He suddenly positions himself at my entrance, then looks up at me. "Now be a good girl and ride my dick." He orders, leaning back and tensing his muscles.

With his hands guiding me down, I lower myself fully onto his thick cock. I moan into the night air in pleasure as his length fills me up, hitting all the right spots. "Take it." He demands, matches each and every sound of pleasure with his own. Up and down, again and again, I pump myself full of Marco's perfect cock, each stroke making me whisper with ecstasy.

"Fuck yes, milk my cock, baby. You're so horny for me." He utters as I squeeze my legs together, speeding up.

"Shh." I spit, smiling knowingly. My nails dig into his shoulders and I screw him harder. "Rub your clit for me." He demands. I immediately do as he says, reaching down and teasing my clit with my fingers. "Fuck... Just like that, keep touching yourself." He moans. His dick stiffens and swells again inside me as I play with my clit.

"Don't stop." I call out, grinding on him harder and faster. His cock stretches my walls and fills me up to the brim, before Marco's hands steer my hips up and away from him, leaving me empty and longing as he repositions us both. This time, I'm not fighting for control.

I surrender completely as he positions himself behind me and runs a hand across the smooth swell of my ass.

"God, Milana. You're perfect." He says, pinching my skin and making me tense. I grin, kneeling down and wiggling my hips at him. The sudden playfulness makes me pause.

"You love being my little whore. Look at that arch in your back. Only horny girls throw their asses out like that. Should I fuck that pussy like you need it?" He asks.

His cock sits poised at my entrance and I nod over my shoulder, it's all the signal he needs to keep going. The new angle makes my eyes roll back in bliss as his cock explores new depths inside me.

"You're so tight." He says as he thrusts into me from behind. His fingers dig into my hips as he pumps into me fast, his cock slamming into me hard enough to make my toes curl. Every thrust fills me with pleasure that radiates from my core, and I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.

"Marco... I'm so close." I cry out.

"Say, please cream pie my pussy." He demands, slowing his thrusts a little. I lift my head up and bite down on my lip, maintaining eye contact with him. "I'm not saying that." I reply, shaking my head.

"Say it or I'll video call your mother while I fuck you and show her what a cock-hungry whore she raised."

I groan at his coarse words, which don't stop me from pushing my ass further into him. "You wouldn't." I challenge, my eyes dark and fearless. My response emits a devilish grin on his face and he pulls out his phone.

Marco seems like the type of man to take a dare seriously. I slap the phone away and hurl it across the room onto a nearby chair. "No." I snap. "Then say it." He demands.

I reach down between my legs and massage my middle finger over my clit. Marco's face goes blank as if he's never seen anything so hot in his life. "Please cream pie my pussy, you fucking-"

"That's more like it." He says, cutting me off. Suddenly, he clamps a hand over my throat and squeezes. My breathing becomes ragged and pain shoots through my body, but we both just can't stop fucking. It's like an addiction.

I love when he's rough with me.

The moment his dick begins to swell, I melt from within, my climax washing over me in a tidal wave of pleasure. He begins to draw out of me and I look down to see cum creaming all over his cock and my pussy lips.

The remaining hot spurts of cum release in pearly drops that land on my bare skin, painting my thighs in white.

Marco suddenly pulls away, lying next to me on the bed. "I can't lie, if you want to do me in, now would be the best time. I'm too relaxed to have any sort of effective reflexes." He announces.

"We are over that. You're safe, for now." I say playfully. "But that's all you get." I add.

"Not even a round two?" He asks.

I smile slightly at his words, and he wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me closer. "You wish. Besides, James is taking me training tomorrow." I explain, putting on my oversized jacket. I sit up and lean back so my head is resting comfortably against the headboard.

"Why do you need training?" He asks before he turns a little to face me. I purse my lips and look down as I think for a moment. "I'm not as strong as I used to be." I explain, He takes a moment to consider my response and once he fails to reply, I meet eyes with him.

"What?" I question.

"Nothing." He replies.

I lean in and squint my eyes, trying to figure him out. I almost jump when I hear the sound of my phone ringing, flinching slightly but still not departing my gaze from him. "I swear this phone is constantly ringing." I say as I sigh deeply and practically roll off of the bed.

I answer the phone and stop in my tracks at the doorway.

"What the fuck do you mean Nico escaped from your custody?!" I yell through the phone, clenching my right fist. I hear a commotion coming from behind me and turn around when the phone is snatched from my grasp.

"You fucking lost him?!" Marco roars though the phone, causing the hairs to stand up all over my body. I press a hand to my head and sit down in the chair, waiting for Marco to wrap up the convocation. "Fix this. Now." He yells before hanging up and tossing my phone onto the bed.

"We have to go back." He calls out before storming out of the room.

I am so fucking angry. Nico does not betray me and get away with it. Especially after all he's done.

I attain my phone from the bed before venturing out of the room to find Marco. It doesn't take long before my eyes land on him, stood with the captain steering the yacht. The captain nods his head a few times before turning the ship around.

A few minutes pass before I can already see land coming into my view. I need to get off of this ship now.

So while Nico was escaping I was busy fucking Marco Cortez?! How did this even happen? He should have been on 24 hour watch.

The ship speeds up a little more before stopping at the docks. Marco hurries off and I follow closely behind, shivering in the cold air. I look up and my eyes meet with the stars, acting as remote pinpricks surrounded by the inky blackness.

The originally gentle wind intensifies, blowing my hair in several different directions. I collect the majority of my hair in my hand and step off the yacht, meeting with the ground below and an enraged Marco.

"You realise that this man is a threat to all of us?!" He bellows, leading me further away from the yacht. "Of course I know that!" I shout back, defending myself. Marco suppresses his anger and calms down a little bit. We both steady our breathing as our thoughts race in our heads.

"Fuck. I'm sorry for yelling at you." He apologises, still clearly raging.

"It's fine, whatever Marco. I need to speak to my family. Now. I'm going home." I announce, turning around before Marco stops me with his arm. "Want me to come with?" He asks, holding onto my arm.

I pause for a moment whilst gazing at him. "No. I'll handle this." I reply before shaking free from his grip and walking away, the sound of my heels clashing with the ground, terminating the silence.

What are we going to do with Nico now?!

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