Maddy-MarieXO: I can't say much, but I will say that I hate Jimmy and Leon gets on my damn nerves. I hated the way that the movie ended, it was so unfair.
MrsGooglyBear: I'm glad you find it exciting!
I'd like to throw out there that I tried very hard for this chapter and the smut it entails. I have to say it's probably my favorite chapter thus far. I'd love some reviews in return.
Veronica Marietti wasn't exactly sure what she was still doing in Marco Vendetti's kitchen, or life for that matter. What she was sure of, however, was that whatever it was that they were doing, she was going to be the victor.
Marco had been more than generous that morning. Whatever she didn't spend on clothing, toiletries, and makeup, she spent on groceries. She walked into Marco's kitchen, weighed down with bags. She found Philly at the table. Half of his body was in a cast or sling. "Oh my God, what happened to you?"
"Deuces." He said simply. "Nice to see you, too."
"Sorry, Philly. It's good to see you." She laid the bags by her feet on the floor. "What's a Deuce, anyway?"
"You haven't heard?" She shook her head. "Leon Anthony started his own gang after Allie died. They're hell bent on getting us outta town. They don't want us dealing drugs on the streets."
"Makes sense." She decided as she began to put away groceries.
"Ohhh, what ya cookin' tonight?"
"I am making chicken parmesan. You aren't staying though. I'll put yours in the fridge." She stated, rearranging the refrigerator.
"Oh, yeah. That's real nice. I can see Marco is rubbing off on you."
"Philly. Please. If you had gone to jail for a few years, I'd make you dinner too."
"I'm sure that's all you would do for me." He muttered, trying to keep the comment to himself, rolling his eyes.
She spun around quickly to glare at him. "GO." She urged.
"Yes ma'am." He said, struggling to stand.
Marco returned home that evening and was shocked to find Veronica dressed up, bent over his stove. The house was actually spotless for once. The table was cloaked in a simple red cloth that made Marco's simple white plates and plain silverware look elegant in some way. Candle sticks he didn't recognize held tall white candles as a centerpiece for the whole arrangement and the entire house smelled heavenly, like Italian sauce and garlic. "What's all this?" Marco raised his brows.
Veronica hadn't seemed to notice him. She spun slowly on her heels and smiled at him, innocently as she could manage. "You're just in time. Dinner's almost ready." She turned her attention back to the stove.
Marco kicked the door closed with his foot, reaching behind his back and locking it before Jimmy could make it in the room. "This is sweet." Marco smirked, coming up behind her. He put his hands on her tiny waist and kissed her shoulder from behind. "You're gonna give me a toothache." She felt him smile against her skin and she knew her plan was working.
Jimmy knocked on the door, pleading to come in.
"Ignore it." Marco laughed. "He'll get the hint."
Veronica looked to the door to make sure the blinds were shut. Honestly, she wasn't worried about hurting Jimmy's feelings. She actually hadn't planned on seeing Jimmy at all. She spun around in Marco's hands, gripping his chin and patting his cheek. "Go sit down. I'll fix you a plate."
"I'm not hungry." He growled, grinding his groin into her hip. "Not for food, anyway."
"Do it anyway? For me." She pouted.
He groaned, stomping like a child and sitting in the chair facing her, watching her every move.
"Wine or beer?"
"You really gonna ask that?"
"Beer it is." She mused sardonically. She pulled a beer from the fridge and sat it on the table, handing him a bottle opener as well. He popped the top and took a long swig, never taking his eyes off of her. He opened a bottle of red wine for herself and placed it by her setting at the table, then took the plates and began plating their food. She set a plate in front of Marco and then another at her chair, lifting the skirt of her dress and sitting across from him.
"I wasn't aware we were playing house." He smirked, picking up his fork and sampling the food.
"I thought I'd do something nice." She slipped her heels off under the table and ran her barefoot along the length of his calf. "Do you like it?"
"Love it." He growled.
"Is that all you love?" She purred, leaning into the table as her feet slipped further up his leg, into his lap.
"What did you want me to say?"
"You know what I want to hear, Marco. Say it, and I'm yours."
"You're already mine."
"Not for long." She teased, running her toe along the seam of his zipper before pulling away quickly and ceasing all together.
He groaned, dropping his fork and gripping the edge of the table in both hands. "You can't leave me." She stared at him, long and hard, her dark eyes boring into his. He groaned again, this time louder and more pained. "Fine!" He barked. "I – I care about you."
She could tell she was pushing her luck. It took a lot for him to say just that, but she knew he really meant something else. She dropped the subject and went back to eating, motioning for him to do the same.
They continued playing eye games, speaking with their facial expressions as they ate their supper. Marco managed to clear his plate first and Veronica was quick to grab the dish, setting it in the sink. Marco slipped out of his chair and was on her as soon as she spun around, pressing her back into the counter with his hands on her ribcage. "Dinner was good. What's for dessert?"
"I don't think you deserve dessert." She purred.
"Someone's feisty tonight. I like it. Go get in the bed."
"No."
"Don't make me force you, sweetheart."
The way he looked at her gave her chill bumps. "Make me." It was definitely a challenge Marco was willing to accept.
His devious smile made her shudder. He bit his lip, then grabbed the back of her head, grabbing the pin holding her curls up and wrenching it from her scalp, causing her waves to come tumbling down over her shoulders. She was able to shake them out before he tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her forward and prying her mouth open with his tongue. Despite herself, she moaned into his mouth and her knees became weak. Marco was a powerful man, an expert manipulator. She had thought she could hold her own against him. Boy was she mistaken.
She tried her best, undoing the buttons of his leather jacket, painstakingly slow. When she reached his neck, she slid her fingers underneath the collar and around his neck, sliding her hands over his shoulders to push the jacket down his arms.
He moaned into her mouth, not wanting to break contact to lose the extra clothes. "Bed. Now." He managed.
She pulled away with a coy laugh, grabbing at his fingers and dragging him down the hallway to his room.
He threw his jacket to the ground and pulled off his black wife beater without looking away from her. "Strip." He urged.
She looked at him innocently, obviously weighing her options. She spun her back to him, flipping her hair over her shoulder at looking back at him over it. "Help me with my zipper?"
He growled and crossed the room. She had meant the gesture to be purely erotic, but it only managed to make Marco more agitated. He ripped the tab down in record time, exposing her bare back. She faced him again, pulling the straps of her dress down slowly. She held it up across her chest with one hand and ran her finger along the scruff of his jaw line. She liked the new facial hair. She trailed her finger farther still, circling the spider tattoo on his throat. Marco grabbed her wrists urgently, causing her to squeak. He lifted her hands over her head and her dress pooled at her feet. "Oh, kitten. Fuck." He growled, attacking her jaw, her neck, her collarbone with urgent kisses. She had decided to forgo the inevitable and skip putting on anything underneath her dress.
His pants had become painfully tight and his dick pulsed with every movement. She had danced an imaginary line between pleasing him completely and forcing him to discipline her. He needed to be inside her now. He wrenched his belt open, releasing his throbbing dick and stroking it a few times in front of her to alleviate some of the pressure. She bit her lip as her hands roamed her curves, her knees were bent and he had a pretty spectacular view from where he stood. His legs shook beneath him and he pounced on her, grabbing her leg and wrapping it around his hip so he could thrust into her with ease. She squeaked with the sudden force of pressure before her hips met his with equal fervor.
His chin hair tickled her chest as her bit at her skin, suckling on her breasts until her found her nipples, teasing at her with his teeth and tongue. His movements were rushed and harsh, urgent with need and passion.
She had expected her plan to get to him, but she hadn't anticipated anything like this. The sheer force of his movements was completely intoxicating. She found herself succumbing to the fire in her stomach. She could tell he felt it too, he leaned into her, nibbling at any bare skin he could find as she clawed at his shoulders. His groin rubbed urgently at her most sensitive peaks as he thrust in and out of her, hard and fast. "Marco…" She moaned, pleading with him to continue. "Don't stop."
His hand went to her throat as he started to come, pressing down to the point of painful as he kissed her passionately. He was twitching inside her, hitting her insides just right and she cried out his name, loud and angry. He sighed heavily, rubbing her cheek. "My feisty little kitten." He muttered, kissing her one last time, so gently.
