Marco’s POV
Shocked. Terrified…Watching Elara’s pretty face turn paper white as she was drenched in horror, I read off her reactions, unable to place the last emotions that lingered.
Guilt?...
“Are you- are you stalking me?”
Sweet and seductive, just as I remembered, her voice trembling voice betrayed the last straw of her confidence.
With each step I took towards her, she pulled backward, and the rough click of her heels scrapped the tarred road.
She gasped when kissing her back and kissed the high wall of an already closed mall. Her small fingers laced in anxiety and her eyes widened as I approached her.
I leaned forward, towering my huge frame over her petite ones. My outstretched hand pressed to the wall, above her head. “Is that one of your fetish?”
This time, I half-crashed against her, my mouth lingering around her small face.A soft sigh escaped her lips and she pressed her eyes shut.
My hand itched beside me, in need to clutch around her white fragile neck and slip my fingers into her slightly parted small pouty lips.
“How long did you plan on playing your little games?” I scoffed. “A good try though.”
From where her purse lay recklessly on the ground, her phone started to ring.
“I need to go.”
As if a spell was broken, she tried to rip off my hold.
Placing my free hand in front of her, I blocked her path.
“I need to go.” She stuttered. “I need to work.”
“Oh darling, you will work, trust me,” I smirked. “But for me.”
Her jaws dropped and she mumbled incoherently. Stubborn than I imagined, she frowned as if my words had offended her. Next, she tried to break her way through.
I found my calloused palm reaching for her throat, unable to keep the idea at bay. My fingers wrapped around her smooth white skin, and it fitted just perfectly as if made for my torture.
“Marco…”
She stopped, suddenly realizing she made a wrong choice.
Possessed by her sultry tone, I pinned her to the wall, giving me a good angle to admire her provocative outfit. The dress gently raised, baring an unhealthy show of her thick thighs, teasing dirty thoughts of the soft goodness in between…
Elara.
My thumb skimmed her throat, stroking along her soft skin. When it found the spot I had bitten, it rubbed the fine lines of her scars.
That night came as a rush, pushing me to the cliff. I was quick with her, but now, I had a thousand ways to make her submit…
“Say my name.”
My baritone came off as a deep groan.
“Fuck you!”
She unexpectedly pushed me, causing my hand to hit her chin. She missed a foot and she winced as she leaped on her good foot.
I looked her up, studying her keenly than I would my ledgers and ancient books. I knew she was impulsive, but this was deadly.
“Let me,”
When she tried to protest, I already cupped her chin to assess the damage. A tiny red streak stained a spot on her bottom lip where she had bitten.
Soon, her wound would get swollen and her sprained ankle infected.
I tsked.
Sweeping her off her feet, I scooped her in my arms, where she nestled like a doll and started for my bike.
“What are you doing?”
She whimpered, smacking my chest with her small hands. She thrashed and struggled in my grip.
“Let me go,” she warned. “I'll scream if you don't.”
I chuckled. “Be my guest.”
Her legs apart, I set her on my bike. “The bad boys, or the godfather?” I paused. “Choose your master.”
No words formed when she tried to speak.
Too close to her, a dose of the soft scent of her shampoo and fruity deodorant hit me. Inhaling deeply, I trailed down her honey-blonde hair neatly packed in a ponytail, her piercing eyes, fuckable lips… down her thick thighs gently spread on my bike.
As if she read my mind, she adjusted her dress and placed her hands in the middle.
Fuck!
When she didn't protest again, it was obvious she chose me. “You saved the night from more bloodshed.”
I picked up her bag, climbed on the bike, and zoomed off. Noticing how she tried to stay away, I tripled her speed, as she jerked forward and gripped me in shock.
After about thirty minutes of crazy driving, we arrived at my apartment. Just like my other properties, this was a skyscraper with glass walls and sparkling white tiles.
The tall building towered like an ark, with luminous lights adding beads of aesthetic to the perfection. Unlike my other penthouses and properties in public, I don't lease this out. It was like an escape from my mum and clingy stepsister.
I took off my helmet, hung it on the bike, and carried her in my arms. This time, she didn't fight me off.
Walking down the aisle with my little doll in my arms, I used the elevator to my room which was the top floor.Her big pretty eyes betrayed her as they dilated at the sight of my room. It was a mix of black and gold, with a streak of silver. Fine paintings lined the wall, forming a bow shape. Asides from being an art enthusiast, going for auctions, and buying simple artworks our billions of illegal dollars make rare, I end up with a house full of shit.
“Stay here.”
I set her on the couch and jogged the flight of stairs to my room. When I returned, she was still seated, obedient.
How well can she take my orders?
Brushing off the dirty thoughts with a creepy smile, I returned to her side with the balm.
“It will hurt a little, just a little.”
I gulped dryly, trying to focus. I raised her sprained foot on the couch, spreading her legs apart, and slowly slipped in the middle.
She moaned as I caressed her foot with the balm.
My fingers worked around the spot, slowly pushing forward, finding a wet place to thrust in.
“Who are you, Elara?”
I looked up in time to catch her shocked reaction. She immediately looked away, dodging my judgy gaze.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“This,” my thumb stroked the side of her leg, gently nudging the fabric of her hose. “Does daddy know that his sweet angel loves being my little slut?”
She jerked away, regretting her action when her bones snapped. She pressed her lips firmly to battle a cry.“You were in my club and my room,” I adjusted. “And now, you’re the bubbly sexy head of New Jersey.”
“It's none of your business.”
I scoffed. “I bet you're excited your wedding failed, just to be a whore…”
“Stay away from me…”
With ease, I pinned her hand to the couch as the leather pressed down on my weight. Pulling above her, my shadow concealed her petite frame.
“No one gets to touch what's mine, Elara.” Deep and cold, my grim tone echoed. “The day your father messed with the wrong guy, he sold you off.”
She went rigid, her eyes blinked nonstop.
“And guess what I do with my property,” I sneered, baring my protruding canine. “I cage them.”
“You’re crazy!”
She curled like a ball and sprang against me. Even though it did nothing to my hard mass twice the size of her body, I shifted to the side.
Seeing freedom, she picked up her bag and dashed for the door in confusion.
“I love hide and seek, Elara,” I cackled. “See you soon.”
I took the cigar from the center table and stuck it in my mouth.
The whole of the city was mine. Let's see how our silly game goes.
Reaching for the lighter, I paused. The odd sound, like something I'd heard before, continued to ring. My eyes traced it to the source and found a phone on the ground, close to the couch.
My creepy smile returned. The game just got better.
Marco’s POV From Afar, I watched Elara fumble in search of her keys. Frustrated, she slammed her forehead with her palm. I scoffed, finding humor in her clumsiness. As if she heard me, she spun in my direction. Effortlessly, I slid to a side, blending my black attire with the darkness that loomed. Bored, I played with the handle of the dagger in my gloved hand. When I followed her down here, I had hoped to slit the throat and spread the guts of her lover like peanut butter. Instead of going to him, or the client she was dressed to service, she came home. Perhaps she was terrified for one night. My jaws clenched. They wouldn't be this lucky next time. Matter of fact, every fucking dickhead that had touched her would pay for their sins. The creaking sound of her door drew my attention. She walked in and shut it, still ignorant of my presence. For about fifteen minutes, I remained on my spot, waiting... watching.The clock ticked 10 PM. Sure that she was safe and no motherfucker wo
Elara’s POV “Don't you dare die on mama, Vee.” Red swollen eyes, dried nose, and parched throat, I wiped tears off my cheeks and tossed the tissue in the pile. The nasty mess hit the top of what had already formed a castle and rolled down. I pulled the last piece from the box. Not finding my phone, I had yet to hear from Alice to know how my baby was fairing. Most of me wished to storm out to the clinic regardless if it was midnight, but the other would rather stay safe for Violet, especially after the incident. The landline rang on the center table, snapping my mind completely. I dashed for it, knocking down every item on my way. “Lilian!” Evelyn’s voice vibrated from the speaker, causing me to burst into tears. From being mere colleagues, we became fast friends. “What happened? I've been trying to reach you all day.” She groaned. “The boss is really mad at you for being absent…” She stopped on hearing my soft sniffles. “Are you okay?” “No.” I cried as if waiting for my turn
Elara’s POV “Two hours.” Marco’s breathed in my ear. “I'm not a patient man.”With that, he leaned upright, and took the longest three seconds to study my fake confidence, while he rubbed the tip of his fingers in ridicule. Satisfied, he turned to leave. What was the time for? My mind was all over the place in confusion. But whatsoever it meant, it was dangerous. Evelyn was still frozen on her spot, flustered by the tall demi-god in his dangerous regalia. Like a shadow, he breezed past her, not sparing her a glance, nor a word. The quite hard cushion hurt my butt when I collapsed in it, too weak to stand for another minute. “Lilian…” Evelyn rushed to where I was. “Gosh!” I sucked in cool air through my clenched teeth. “I thought you needed an ambulance.”She pulled closer, rubbing bodies with mine as if to validate her presence. “Who was that fine-ass, perfect chocolate-dripping diabetes?” Her tone was a soft moan as she rubbed her neck and fanned her sweaty face. “He isn't far
Elara’s POV “Call the police, now!” Alice rang it out like a fire alarm, bitter emotions were thickly laced in her look, and her voice. Confused and spontaneous, Evelyn rooted out her phone and began punching digits with sweaty hands. “Stop.” I flung the phone from her grip and retreated to the end of the room, with my hands stretched to my back, preventing the slightest chance of her retrieving it. “Lilian, what are you doing?” Evelyn’s soft voice totally changed. “Protecting my daughter.” I maintained my stance. “He wouldn't want me to involve the police.” She looked from me to the old lady, and back at me. Her eyes bore curiosity, one I was afraid would go unattended. “Let me handle it my way,” I resumed my unbaked tale. “It's my attention he seeks.” Alice scrunched her nose and furrowed her brows. She was the only one amongst us yet to meet Marco. “Is he some sick fella?” I opened my mouth, but mopped, and shut it. “I'll be fine.”Silence gently crept from my end of the r
Elara’s POV ‘I, Elara Saint Clair, will serve Don Marco Conti as his submissive bride and personal pet for as long as my master pleases.’ What the actual heck?! Is he crazy?! I looked away from the ridiculous clause on the contract and up at the tall ugly pile with a stinky smirk. He tilted his head in a ‘go on' way. ‘Dickhead.’ I hissed silently and put the pen to paper, then stopped for a moment. “Chihuahua isn't that pricey. How about a cat? They're good pets.” He didn't laugh at my dry joke. “Just so we're clear, do I get to sing for you?” I played around, knowing what it meant but too troubled to admit it. Mute, he thrust a foot forward, sliding in between my legs, and gently parting them. He set his hand on the desk and pressed forward, almost crashing me to the clean wall. My heartbeat spiked, not out of fear, but for an odd emotions his presence nourished; sensual need, lusts… arousal. “Soft and rhythmic bedroom melody.” He murmured, kissing the bridge of my nose with
Marco’s POV “What the fuck?” Words eluded me at the comic sight of Elara. Bashing my expectations of her in a sexy skimpy night wear or preferably nothing, she is dressed like a cow… An actual breastfeeding cow! First, the thick length of a hoodie crept to her palms, before she got in the balloon cow costume with swollen breasts and four pink nipples. Unable to hold back, Sofia burst into laughter, rocking her head against my arms. I thought she was too pissed off to care, but she showed up minutes later to rant and cuss, and a sweetheart, let it slide. “Have you lost it?” Her face was the only thing spared. Still, a pink hat hovered at the back of her neck. “You said I could get whatever I needed…” “You call this a fucking need?” I clenched my fingers and sighed. “And Francesca allowed this madness?”She startled and laced the fabric around her fingers, anxious. “She kicked against it.”For a moment, I paused, lacking the right words. My muscles tensed beneath the thick layers
Marco's POVPapa?!Her tiny voice echoed in my head, refusing to die off like a severe migraine. There was no fucking chance in hell that I'd have a child, especially not with Elara. It was a paid one-night stand That night with her slutty mum was fresh at the back of my mind. Just like every paid whore, I banged raw. They were always put under pills by the club's managers and screened before being sent over. Elara… My eyes were on the child. Terrified, her small frame trembled beneath the sheets, with every pores seeping out thick beads of sweat. Running along her features, now taking out every time to assess every damn details. She was undeniably Elara’s; pretty blue eyes, blonde hair, cupid bowl lips…“I'm sorry, Papa. Birdie wanted to play.” She inhaled deeply, terrified, pulling two breaths at once.“Violet!” Elara's sharp tone break the subtle investigation. As if the little monster had prayed for this moment, she threw the sheets aside, jumped out of bed, and into her mo
Elara's POV ‘Who are the Contis? What goes behind closed doors in this mansion?’ My eyes scanned from Sofia to the vacant seat beside her where Marco should be seated. Francesca dished pancakes on our plates before running honey syrup all over, causing it to drizzle down. She added a bowl of berries and slices of apples to each of our trays before a mug of warm coffee. “I'll do the rest.” I stopped her from adding sugar and milk to my mug. She was already used to serving the family, so she knew the exact scoops of each additive. She bowed subtly and walked out of the dining area while I served myself. It was just 7 AM. The family had a tradition of meeting at the table early. I left Marco in the room as he was busy on a phone call that had somehow lasted from last night. I couldn't help but wonder if everything was okay. And just maybe this would be the end of him and the start of my freedom. Violet, on the other hand, was having her beauty sleep, innocent and unbothered. “All
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 s
Marco's POV ‘Time's up, bitches!’ “You. You. You.”I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison. “No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue. “And if any fucking photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense. With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle. The fuck he was playing with?! “Mr. Conti.” Ramson rushed behind me. When I stopped, he almost bumped into me. My stern face was all that he needed to speak. I barely had any time left to mess around. “Uh…” He pushed his lens back to his eyes. “I think that it's a bad idea to go now.
Elara's POV ‘For Marco to be away from you… Hate you… Break off the deal - Isn't that what you've always wanted, Elara?’The tiny voice in my head questioned its tone was a mix of mockery and reality. Without denial, that was exactly what I hoped for, wished for, and prayed for. I wanted to be away from him for my peace of mind, for Violet. Except now, it only felt wrong. It felt like I had been charged with life imprisonment like I was trapping myself in a box and shutting it out of the world. Marco, the supposedly black demon, was my light, the brightest after Violet. He'd shown me what true love and obsession meant, what it felt like to be loved by a king of his kind. Maybe quite psychopathic, but genuine… or too dominant, but what if I wouldn't want to be loved any other way? “Damn it.”I sighed and fell flat on the bed, tired of the dozens of thoughts going through my mind at a go. The few days he'd recoiled to his shell, treated me like nothing other than an object for
Chapter Fifty-five: A Slice Of Your SecretMarco's POV ‘Can we meet by noon? I have something that might interest you. - Ramson.’Reading through Ramson's text, I typed a response right away and sent it, demanding his address. It's almost been ages since we last met. In less than a minute, my phone chimed with the details bold on my screen. Noted. Locking my phone and setting it down, I picked up my cutlery and resumed chopping through the pan-seared chicken breast with sprinkles of mayonnaise and honey as sauce. Kaid was beside me, standing off my personal space, hands crossed per usual, and face as straight as my ass. It was almost thirty minutes past breakfast and Elara was yet to show up at the table. After Madre's passing, it's been barely two weeks since we revived the tradition of eating as a family at the table. “Lady Elara is coming right away, Don.” Francesca gave a curt bow and moved to dish out a sizeable portion of everything on the table for her. Lazy footsteps
Marco's POV ‘One bastard down. One more to go.’Lounging on the couch, I dragged on my cigar and puffed, dispensing my thick smoke in the air-conditioned room, as it formed a white cloud above me. Kaid slightly bowed after delivering the old news, and stepped aside, taking camp behind the couch. The moment I focused more on Lucas and my cousin, I noticed the slight detachment on Kaid's end. His sudden out-of-sight mode, busy calls in the guise of work… He was next. And fuck it, if he was in with Sofia, he'd kill himself with his weapon, and his fucked-up soul would never forgive him in hell.I gulped down what was left of the shot and signaled for him to pour another, only thrusting a finger up. “Si, Don.” He poured a shot and stepped aside, hands crossed in front of him. His phone buzzed in his breast pocket. He pulled it out to see who the caller was, stopped the vibration, and slipped it back in.My eyes caught the small frown that lurked around his lips, and his narrowed ga
Marco's POV Again, Elara disobeyed me… As if the last punishment wasn't enough, she has sinned. Perched to the door frame and going undetected, I watched her banging body wrapped in thick hilarious clothes as she shifted on her feet, nervous. She pressed the phone to her ear and played the voice message in low volume. ‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing… Call me whenever you get this.’Her suddenly trembling hand tried to dial the number. To be certain that she was alone, she turned to confirm it, only to be faced with my hard figure. Shocked, she jerked, causing the phone to almost slip off her slippery hold. Like I was a child, she hid her hands behind her back. Even her three-year-old was smarter. “The phone.” I pulled my hand out, my demand was direct and fierce. Still, she tried to be adamant. It was the same reason we got here - her stubbornness.“Give it now.” Slowly, she walked towards me, her big eyes widened, eyelashes flickered. She looked pitiful, maybe broken. Not
Elara's POV Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. Oh, god. I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. ‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!......Just touch yourself already!’My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. One… two… three… seven. The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. Seven and a half… eight? Argh!I sp
Marco's POV Driving home with a fucking boner, all that went through my head were the wild positions to put Elara. I had been too lenient. Softened up to her fragility, and she took it for granted. Turned around and mocked me in the fucking face. She deserved good spanking, harder than that bitch. “Soon, man, soon.”I moaned through gritted teeth and subtly massaged my hard cock with one hand, and the other on the wheel gripper. On arrival,Kaid was with the rest of the soldati, waiting for me as usual. Lately, I've been distant. If I needed to trail his fuckong movement, I needed him close, like a brother. I sneered and pulled the car to a halt. Turning off the engine, I tossed the key to Kaid, putting my plans in motion. He dove for it, surprise written on his face, then he masked it, and walked closer to park the car in the garage, while I went upstairs in silence. The mansion was quiet, awfully quiet. I blame myself.If only I hadn't brought in the devil's magnet, and som
Marco's POV ‘That little bastard.’ Standing high on the lounge's terrace, I watched the little drama between Elara and the silly moron. A man dumb enough to go for someone else's property, with a full blown mark on her body. And definitely a man with a death wish. I had so much to worry about and Elara just decided to add to it in her loving wish. For a minute, I could swear on my balls that I thought we had something going on…The total surrender, need to be cuddled… such a fucking ass pretender. Her heart was more plastic than the whole ass and boobs of fake city baddies combined. When she left with Alma, I followed from afar. It wasn't hard considering I always have trackers on my car. Just when I was starting to feel bad for letting her miss the funeral, boom, her short ass dude appeared. He must be so special for her to carry her baby out of the house without caring to bath her. Again, I followed them to this… cheap outlet. The only good thing about this place was that