58: Teach Me To Love You

Marco's POV 

“Elara, drop the knife…”

“Stay away from me.” She thrust the sharp blade forward. “I'm serious.”

Her voice was shaky. Just like her hands. 

Fear, anxiety, pain… I fed off them, but this ripped my heart, pulled the soft muscles, and pricked my skin. 

“Listen to me…”

“Marco.” She warned, breathing labored each second. “I'm warning you.”

Eyes not on the weapon, but on her, holding her gaze carefully, silently whispering words to her. 

Now, I was at the base of the stairs, a few inches away from her. 

She staggered backward, clutching the weapon in both hands. 

“Let's not do this, Elara.” I muffled, replacing her steps with mine. 

“God.” She groaned, hitting the edge of a couch. 

That was it, she didn't move again. 

Now, I was more careful. 

“Put down the weapon.” I gently ordered. “Elara…”

I reached for her hand, but she shoved the knife forward, plunging the tip into my palm. I groaned but didn't pull away. 

Instead, I let the blade sear deep into my palm, tearing down my skin, and causing blood to pour out like a stream. 

“What… what are you doing?” 

She stuttered, barely holding onto the handle as it only drove the knife farther into my palm. 

I shut my eyes and moaned a deep throaty groan. The pain spread all over, messing with my mind. 

Her soft whimper made it oddly satisfying. She sniffled and released shaky breath from her pouted lips. Her eyes blinked back tears, all to not run off in fear. 

“Marco…” 

She let go of her emotion and then the knife, but the blade was already far driven in my palm as it remained suspended in the air. 

“You're crazy.” 

She raced towards the dining area. 

I pulled out the knife, watching my blood splash and drop on the floor in thick clumps. In as much as the pain was quite enjoyable, I was losing blood. 

Taking off my shirt, I tied a firm knot around my palm. 

At the extreme, Elara was at the opposite side of the table, now holding a fork in defense. 

“Stay… stay away from me.” Her voice betrayed her and trailed off.  

One. Two. 

I took gentle strides towards her, enjoying every moment of it. 

“Tesoro, how does it feel to be disobeyed?” 

Her eyes darted from me to the other edge, calculating her next step. When I stepped on the high-tiled floor of the dining, she released her hold on the weapon, tossing it my way. 

“Hmm…”

I bit my lower lip as the sharp edges pierced my skin, and I fell to the floor. 

Defenseless, she ran to the edge, avoiding my reach, but I was swift to shove the large glass table towards the edge, driving it in her path. 

She gasped and froze on the spot, her eyes popped out in shock. 

When she found air, she tried another escape route, but I was quick to corner her. I smacked her petite frame to the wall, my hard body a firm mass trapping her in between. 

She was scared. 

Thick sweat broke from her pores, body trembled against me. 

I cupped her small face in my palms, and the pads of my thumbs brushed her small, quivering lips. 

Fuck!

I hated that she was scared of me… that she would wish to be anywhere but here. 

Elara.

“Why do you make me feel like the devil?” My tone was bitter. 

“Ain't you?” She scoffed, sassy in my palms. 

I brushed the hair off her face, caressed her cheeks, and did so many things at a time. The spot my injured hand traced left imprints of my blood on her butter-white skin. 

“They hurt you, Elara.”

She shut her eyes. “And you killed them?”

“It's the only way I know.” I sighed. “They deserve it.”

She shook her head, almost close to tears. 

“You know that I'd never hurt you.” I held her gaze, eyes feasted on her pretty face. “I'd never raise my hands on you… never hurt a strand of your hair.”

Perhaps it wasn't her, it was me. 

Bad wolves like myself don't deserve anything good. 

“Maybe I'd be lenient…” I couldn't even believe my own lies.“I may be a devil to the world, but I am your angel.” 

I went on, trying so hard to convince her. 

Why do I care? 

“Angels are pure and good…” she sobbed. 

“Then teach me,” my tone broke off. I was losing my touch. “Teach me to love you like an angel, Elara.”

She burst into a sob, melting against me. 

“Teach me…”

“I hate you!” She slapped me hard across my face, shutting me up. “I fucking hate you.”

Slapping and thrashing, I let her vent. Let her slap off whatever she found repulsive. 

She collapsed against me, panting, trembling, needy. 

“Elar…”

Unexpectedly, she pinned my toes and sealed my lips with hers in a fierce kiss, rough but sensual; each sizzling kiss left us breathless. 

Our lips pressed against each other, got bruised from our rough nibbling, tongues thrust in, tasting and claiming. 

What had this petite naive lady done to me? 

Just how she made me dance in her paws like a fucking cunt. 

“Hmmm…” she moaned against my lips, sucked in air, and begged to be claimed for my touch. 

Her arms wrapped around my neck, hands dug into my hair, and caressed my scalp. 

“Ah.” 

She sighed when I grabbed her arm and twirled her. 

Ass pushed out to kiss my thighs, breasts flat on the cold table, I pressed her down, trapping her in a good position. 

My hand flat on her back, moved up and down her spine. Stroking every contour of her body, I traced up to her neck and played with the collar of her dress. 

RIP!

She released a throaty moan at the tearing of her fabric. The clothes fell aside, exposing her bare back, hinting at the swell of her ass. 

I needed more. 

Ripping off every single material till each shred settled beneath our feet, leaving her fully naked, I took delight in ravishing every curve of her body. My hands ran down a smooth line, stroked her hips, squeezed her ass, grabbed her breasts. 

“Such perfection.” I hissed. 

The buckle of my belt clicked as I roughly pulled it out, causing my pants to drop in a lazy heap. 

My cock pushed out, pressing against her body. 

“Oh, Marco.” She moaned, rocking around my erection. 

She made it hard to resist her. 

“This is for defying my orders.”

Smack!

I spanked her ass, painting a red map of my coarse palm on her skin. 

She chuckled and nudged forward, finding fun in the torture. 

Spank!

I repeated. Grabbing her bum cheeks, I opened her up and bounced them in my rough hands, loving the smooth feeling. 

“I need to see your pussy.” 

I groaned and helped set her in a better position. Lifting her leg and pinning it on the chair, her ass arched forward, pussy in the wild. 

“So yummy.” 

I moaned and stroked her soft skin. 

She stiffened and sighed, her breath was shaky. 

“Let’s see how good you can handle my cock.” 

Teasing the thick lips of my cock to her pussy, I played around the entrance of her pussy, enjoying the warmth and how it opened to readily take my cock. 

“Uh… Hmmm… hmm…” 

She laid the side of her face on the cold table and groaned, feeling her body stretch around my cock. 

“Such a bad girl.” 

I teased and fucked slowly, increasing the intensity with each thrust. In minutes, I went in, rough and hard, slapping our skin in an intense fuck. 

Our moans blended in a symphony. 

Hand flat on her face, I pressed her to the table and fucked harder, sweating and panting and groaning. 

“Marco… fuck…” she cried. 

I rolled my shirt upward and pinned it beneath my chin, needing to see her ass as I pounded her pussy. 

Thrusting hard, she gripped the table for support and struggled to be free from my firm grip. 

Fine porcelain dishes clatter to the floor as I swiped them off the table. Wine glasses, small bottles…

Pulling out, I flipped her and pushed her over so her body lay flat on the glass table. 

“You know how your master likes it.” A dirty smirk creased my lips. 

In obedience, she spread her legs wide open, giving me a good view of her pussy now red from my fucking. 

Her asshole was quite swollen from the butt plug. 

“I love different flavors…” I reached for the bottle of ketchup. “... But on you, Elara.” Then, the mayonnaise.

Smearing the thick pastes on her pussy, it slid down her clit, formed a path, and down her ass. I watched the thick wave with delight. 

Going on my knees for one woman, my arms curled around her thighs, face buried between them, and I ate her pussy, licking every drop of the sweet mix, and her precum. 

She wriggled, squirming aggressively, and fucking my face. 

Reckless, she rubbed her clit, and pushed down to have my tongue thrust into her vagina. 

I licked down to her asshole, circling the juicy spot. 

Yanking her to the edge, I stood up and shoved in, burying my cock into her, and ramming hard. My balls slapped her ass, the erotic sound drove me wild as I slammed harder. 

She grabbed her breasts and whimpered, needing to spread it all over. 

“So fucking good.” 

Turning her like a menu, I had her sideways. Her thighs pressed against her red pussy, making the swollen bud push out. 

This time, I poked her ass, pushing into her tight hole. 

“Ahhh… Marco…”

She grabbed my hand, begging for mercy. 

Pulling out my cock, I poured saliva on it, smeared it all over, coated her asshole with my saliva, and pushed in slowly, steadily. 

She stiffened and groaned. Her ass slowly stretched, taking me in inch by inch. 

This time, I fucked her gently like she would snap. 

In and out, I rode her in a slow and sensual rhythm. 

My hand claimed her clit, rubbing hard as I fucked, teasing her to filth. 

“OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD!”

Unable to handle the intensity, she hit climax at the spur of the moment, as she jerked and her pussy seeped out cum. 

“Good girl.” 

I pulled out, bathing her asshole in creampie. 

“So delicious.” I rubbed it around with my finger, and pushed my cum in her ass, enjoying how her tight hole squeezed around my finger. “Fucking slut.”

Pulling out, I licked a path and shoved it in her mouth as she sucked a mix of our fluids on my finger. 

“Come here, my white chocolate.”

Helping her weak frame in my arms, I scooped her up like a baby and carried her upstairs. 

We were butt naked, and dripping cum. Hopefully, her child wouldn't run into the wild adults on heat. 

Helping her to a warm shower, I massaged her bruised pussy with fine oil and tucked her in bed before joining her. I had wrapped a neat bandage around my injured palm. 

She crawled into my arms, nudging her hair in my face. Her breasts rubbed my hairy muscles, nipples tickled me. 

They would put her in trouble. 

I sniffed in the rich scent of her shampoo and lotion. She smelled heavenly. A mix of flower and vanilla, and vanity. My arms wrapped around her nakedness in a warm cuddle. 

“Marco?” Her sexy eyes blinked. “Did you mean what you said?” 

Not looking away, I stroked her spine, deliberately pressing her onto my body. 

“The only thing I didn't mean, is not burning the world for you.”