and pulling me in close. "Unwillingly, I can make you do it all, just for me."
His lips press down on mine.
15
Adrian
At first, Marzia doesn't respond to my kiss. But the longer I keep my mouth on hers, the more she leans into me until I'm fully supporting her weight.
"You can't resist me," I mutter against her mouth. "You will stop running from me soon enough, bambina."
"Never," she breathes as I pull back. Then, her little hands find their way to my cheeks and she pulls me back in. "I'll never stop running." She kisses me this time, clumsy but determined to make my cock hard between my legs.
I'm already fighting the irresistible urge to throw her on her back and have my way with her and if she keeps taunting me like this, I won't be able to last long. Already, my painfully aware cock is hardening against my leg.
I kiss her back, exploring her mouth with my tongue in a way that's almost vulgar. I don't care. Marzia Da Costa was meant for me and no one else. Vitto Donatti can go fuck himself, because I'm never letting him have her. I hope to ruin her enough by the time he resurfaces, he won't even want Marzia anymore. I'm going to make every inch of her mine. I'll make every bone in her body give in to me, every cell screaming to be dominated by me. It doesn't matter what Marzia thinks she wants. I know she wants… no, needs me. And I'm willing to force her to accept that if she won't deal with the knowledge herself.
My hands clasp behind her back. I pull her in, her body flattened against mine as I deepen our kiss. I love tasting her, but I'm going to love fucking her even more. "Tell me you won't run again," I mutter against her lips. "Swear it to me."
"I…" She bites her lip, an exasperated moan ripping from her lips as I bite her neck. "No."
"You want me to stop, Marzia? We don't have that much time left."
She pulls back. "What do you mean?"
I remember my father's ominous words. Three months, less than that really, but I can't tell Marzia. She'll never stop running then. "Get on the bed."
"What?"
"Get on the fucking bed," I hiss at her.
She stares at me with her eyes wide, and a silent understanding passes between us.
We can be Marzia and Adrian, sworn enemies, hating one another forever. But we can also be this. Us. In these rooms, we're free to explore each other. And that doesn't mean she has to stop hating me.
I accept it, giving her a small nod.
Marzia licks her lips and disappears into the bedroom.
I take a deep breath, hands tightening into fists as I feel my cock throb in my slacks. I can't keep my distance anymore. I already know I will have to give her up if I want her to stay alive. But that doesn't mean I can't ruin her for any other man before she slips through my fingers.
I walk into her bedroom.
She's taken her dress off, her naked body exposed as she lies on her tummy, facing me. The bracelet around her ankle is the only thing left on her.
She's thin, too thin, and worry consumes as I remember taking food away from her. I will never use that as a punishment again. I make a mental note to make sure she's eating from here on out.
Marzia rolls over to her back, giving me a full view of her beautiful olive-toned skin.
I smirk when I realize that the dark patch of hair between her legs is no longer. She shaved for me. She fucking wants this. "Spread your legs," I order her, leaning against the doorframe. "Wide as you can."
She swallows, doing as she's told. Her pretty pink pussy is so pretty and wet.
A shiver travels down my spine as I watch her. She's every fantasy I've ever had come true. And I can never let myself have her, because it means she will die.
I approach her slowly, watching her chest rise and fall faster and faster. I point to her sweet little cunt, saying simply, "Show me."
Her fingers travel between her legs. Like a good girl, she keeps eye contact as she slowly spreads herself open.
I can't look away from that enchanting gaze, but at some point, I force myself to look between her lithe legs.
She's touching herself, massaging the little bundle of nerves between her legs that she