Mafia's Princess

Chapter ten - deeper, please

chapter ten - deeper, please

My legs were aching by the time I reached the parking lot, I was too excited to take the elevator and my dumb ass thought it would be much quicker to take the stairs.

I started to breath roughly when I reached down. It was an underground parking lot with just a couple fancy cars and then further it was empty. The atmosphere was warm here.

I walked out and checked my phone to see whether I got any new messages from Marco but sadly he didn't reply. Folding my hands across my chest, I looked around the parking to see nothing but then I heard a loud, booming car horn echo across the parking lot. I looked around for the source of that voice and I found a car.

This time it was different, it wasn't a sports car instead it was a four seater Jeep, however, it was matte black and the head lights were switched on. I assumed that it was Marco inside so I rushed towards the car and opened the door.

"Hi," I whispered as I jumped inside the car, Marco looked away from his phone and to me.

I made my self comfortable in the car and to be more detailed, the car was actually quite big this time, my forehead didn't hit the roof compared to that car.

"Hi, how are you doing?" He asked. My lips turned into a smile when he brushed a lock of hair away from my face. His touch was so soft and comforting to me.

"I am good," I replied shyly, I wasn't sure what this meeting was for.

The last time we met was quite vivid to me and also very unexpected but it was something memorable. That night hasn't been out of my head till now, flashes of that moment repeated again and again.

I wanted it again.

His eyes pierced into my soul, I looked away and he kept on staring at me. I was going to turn red if he continued with that. His fingers gently brushed my cheeks and then they trailed down to my chin.

A couple more seconds passed by in silence. No words muttered out of my trembling lips. I had no idea what I was going to expect from him. Marco was someone completely unknown to me yet I had so strong feelings for him.

Feelings that I, myself couldn't understand.

"Well," he whispered. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" He asked, coming closer towards me. I looked at him with innocence in my eyes but only I knew what a wicked, lustful woman I was.

His eyes were locked on me. The atmosphere inside the car was quite cold and chilling, the ac was on and it was on full for sure.

I didn't respond to him.

And he didn't like that so out of blue he suddenly grasped my hair and pulled my body towards him before clashing his lips on me.

The grip on my hair tightened as every minute passed by, I closed my eyes and gave in. The kiss, in the beginning, was gentle and sweet. He slowly drew my bottom lips into his mouth with care. But I didn't like it slowly. It was to boring for me.

I placed my hand over his shoulder and he grabbed me by my waist, his hand was as big as my waist, one pull and I was on him.

My hair fell across my face as I kept kissing him. I was out of breath but I didn't want to stop, his lips were too soft and tasty for me, I wanted to devour all of it by myself. I didn't pull away.

His other hand slipped away from my hair and wrapped around my neck, choking me again. I believed he liked that and so did I.

But it was getting more difficult to breath at all, I couldn't gasp in any air and when I tried to pull away from the kiss, he forcibly pulled me back. He gripped my hair once again and pushed me back. My head hit the steering wheel of the car.

Once he pulled away, I grasped in all the air I could, filling my lungs completely. My breathing was the only thing that echoed in the car. His hand was still wrapped around my neck and hair but he had held is gently so it didn't give me any pain. Marco looked into my eyes, we both were so close to each other.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled them closer to him, I was now completely over this man. It wasn't uncomfortable since the car was big but it was quite exhausting.

"You are so f*****g stupid-" he grabbed my face and said. For a moment I didn't understand what he actually meant by that. Did he just call me stupid? "But also so f*****g beautiful and evil at the same time." He continued. I looked away when he called me beautiful, no one really ever said that to me so hearing that word was actually amazing.

Goosebumps started to rise on my skin and I shivered for a moment. His seductive stare was making me numb.

He snatched my hair again and turned me sideways, he started to softly kiss my neck. His sudden moves were no terrifying me, one moment he is sweet and the other moment he just turns into this dominant person. I didn't knew which side was more real and which side was actually him.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when he drew the flesh around my neck into his mouth. My nails went deep into his shoulder when he started to suck more harder. He was giving me a hickey.

A wave of excitement went between my legs, I no longer felt cold. He kept sucking on that same part like he was devouring a chocolate cake but after a couple more minutes, the pleasure turned into pain.

"Ouch, ouch, please stop." I cried, it started to hurt a lot like someone was shoving needles down my skin. I placed my hand over his face and he pulled away quickly. Licking his lips, he smiled and rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand.

There was a glow of accomplishment on his face. Like he succeeded in doing something. Like he succeeded on marking me.

"Ouch," I whispered again, my fingers reached out of touch the hickey and soothe it down but he grabbed my hand away.

"Don't touch it! It will hurt more." He ordered and I nodded my head. I wanted to check how deep the mark was because if it was dark then I would need to cover it up before Bruce or anyone else found about it.

"Let's go out," he said before switching the engine off. I was still stranded on him so there was no way I could move.

He pulled his keys out and opened the door on his side, he wrapped his hands around my waist and carried me out gently. I held on his neck tightly and criss-crossed my legs around his waist. He didn't make any noise while carrying me, he was that strong.

He got off the car and closed the door while still holding me.

"Well, do you want to get down now?" He questioned me as I showed no sign of moving away from him.

"No," I whispered under my breath and held on to his more tightly. It was a wonderful moment for me, I loved it, I loved hugging people and be clingy to certain people. It just makes me who I am.

Without clingy there is no Wendy.

"Okay," he said, walked in front of the car. The car had a big hood so he rested his back on there while still holding me. Unwrapping my arms away from his neck, I looked at him with a smile.

"You are not going to drop me right?" I asked.

"No, why would I do that?" He furrowed his eyebrows together and responded with a smile.

"Thank you!" I said. "So, how old are you?" I continued. I wanted to know more about him, I wanted to know everything about him.

"27," he said and I gasped.

"Oh my god, you are like almost a decade older than me." I stated. "I just turned 19 last month,"

"I know," How come he knew? I never told him that so how did he possibly know so many things about me?

Before I could ask any more further questions I heard Bruce calling my name out loud.

"Wendy," he stood in front of the entrance of the parking lot. He looked at me with anger in his eyes and I quickly dropped down from Marco.