Laughter echoes at that table where Marco, Ann, Thatch, and Izou are seated. Attention is on Thatch, whose mouth is busy telling Ann stories about Marco's youth which she finds interesting, much to Marco's annoyance.

"I am seriously beginning to think this is a bad idea, yoi." He groans when he heard another laughter from Ann when Thatch told her about an incident where Marco wrecked a car when he was around 15 years old.

"This is great! I never thought that you are a reckless type." She answers, grinning at Marco.

"I've learned many things after numerous recklessness." He defends himself, trying to regain the dignity that Thatch carefully smeared.

Their lunch continues with a few questions thrown from here and there. Overall, they're great company no matter what Ann thinks. Even though she still thinks they're his enemies, it doesn't prevent her from enjoying the company now.

'I am not Gol D. Ann who seeks revenge for her parents. I am just Ann at this moment,' she told herself when the guilt starts creeping in her mind about enjoying the lunch with his enemies.

After their lunch, Thatch and Izou invite Ann to dinner one of these days when she has time and she immediately agreed to it.

When it was just her and Marco, he brings a new invitation to her attention - an invitation for another date on a yacht this weekend. It's a weekend getaway that he wants to spend with her. Her plans are on hold for now, so she agrees to go with him.

Days go by fast enough that Ann can't keep track of how many times she spent her free time with Marco. It feels natural to just be in his presence any time of the day. It grew on her that when Marco's busy on out-of-town business errands, she feels that something is missing. She grew used to being with him that whenever they part ways after he drops her off, a feeling of sadness starts consuming her mind, disliking the hours that she will spend away from him.

It is alarming that she starts feeling this way as if...

'It can't be, right?' She shakes her head off, calming herself from the possibility of her falling for an enemy. Surprisingly, there's little resistance in herself than she expected.

Come the weekend, Ann prepares necessities during this short trip. Now that she thinks about it, this is the first time she will be on a short trip with someone else aside from her sisters. And she will sleep on a yacht with none other than the son of her enemy.

The sound of the car pulling over in front of her shabby apartment had her waking up from her musings. This is not the time to be hesitating, isn't it? One misstep and this can lead to suspicions, something she cannot afford. Mustering a smile to appear on her face, she steps out of her apartment to meet her boyfriend.

"Ready to go, yoi?" He beams after sliding the windows down, revealing an excited face.

"Of course!" She returns the smile and got inside the car. After locking herself in the seatbelt, she gasps when Marco pulls her for a kiss, but only for a moment because a second after, she returns the vigor of the initiated kiss. It's hot, filled with longing and desire that she never felt before.

Tongues are tied against one another, and what feels should be just a greeting kiss turns out to be a make-out session in the car.

"Are we..." she pauses for a second, catching her breath. "not going now?" Her face is flushed red, eyes still sparkling with hints of desires at the lips a few centimeters away from her, tempted to lean in for another kiss.

"I'm tempted not to." Marco drags his lips across Ann's chin, sending shivers to her spine at the chaste contact.

"Hmm... But we won't be able to enjoy the getaway if we stay in this car." She chuckles, stealing a peck on his lips.

"Right. We should get going, yoi."

Marco starts the car while sighing. On their way to the port, they passed by several of Whitebeard's territories and that includes the ones she targeted. The building is still under construction. Taking her eyes off the building, she distracts herself by fiddling on her phone, just in time for a call to come in.

It's Sab.

"Are you not going to answer that, yoi?" She flinches when she heard the question.

"Ah, yeah. I will." She hopes it's not going to be anything urgent because she hates to cancel this trip.

Wait. Did she just...?

Groaning inwardly, she answers the phone, trying to appear as calm as possible, taking the irritation away from her thoughts because just a moment ago. Her mind lingers into thinking of Sab as a hindrance to her time with Marco, which is ridiculous, now that she thinks about it.

"Hi."

"Are you going to meet us tomorrow night?" Sab asks.

"Uhm, no. I have somewhere I need to be."

"Somewhere?" Ann can imagine her sister frowning. "And where is that? Please don't tell me you pulled another one with them?"

"No." Ann has to make sure the volume is as low as possible, afraid that Marco might hear their conversation.

"Where are you going?"

"On a trip." She says, gathering the courage she can to tell her the next details. "With Marco."

From her peripheral view, she can see Marco glancing at her for a moment before looking back at the road.

"With Marco? Marco Newgate? Really? Oh my God." Ann is not sure what that reaction is supposed to mean. "And where are you going?"

"On a trip. It's a yacht weekend getaway." She never intended to tell her sisters about it, but now, she can't avoid answering Sab. If she lies and pisses Sab off for hiding something, the crazy blonde sister of hers will not stop asking questions that might spur another argument, or worse, she will drastically track her down.

"Right..." Ann can hear the long sigh from Sab. "Is this part of the plan too?"

"Sab..."

"You know what, we'll talk about it when you come home. Just be careful, okay. Press the emergency button, and we will be there."

"Don't worry about me. We're almost to the port. See you." Ann ends the call and puts it back in her bag.

"Is that your friend, yoi?"

"Yes. The friend I am still in contact with after we went separate ways since leaving the orphanage." That's her vague answer, and she's thankful that Marco didn't press for more details.

They arrive at the port and are welcomed by the staff that was expecting Marco. They slightly bowed to Marco before doing the same to Ann. They may look like ordinary staff but Ann knows otherwise. They are not just regular employees, but rather part of the group.

"It's just a security measure in case someone dares to set out yacht on fire again, yoi." Marco must have noticed her eyes wandering to the staff around them.

"On fire?"

"Yes. It happened a few times. Don't worry, we made sure the yacht we will be using won't be targeted at all. Sorry, I don't want to dampen your mood with such details." Ann feels a little guilty now. He's talking about the times she set their boats and yachts on fire.

'Yeah, Firefist won't be taking action on this yacht because she's on it.'

They step inside the luxury yacht that's equipped with complete amenities for their enjoyment.

"We'll be on our way to the private island about two hours away from here. We'll dock there, yoi."

"This looks damn expensive." Ann can't help but comment, and Marco just nods at it, not commenting any further.

There are three crew members on the yacht. A chef, the captain, and an assistant. Ann thinks those people are also part of the mafia group because no crew members will look so buff and muscled if they are not used to manhandling.

True to what Marco told her, the travel only took them two hours and when they're almost to the island, Ann can't help but reminisce about the island she and her family used to stay at. It's not as luxurious as this, but still, any island will always remind her of where she came from.

Setting it aside, she takes the offered hand as they land on shore and start walking to the mansion on the beachfront. This kind of environment is what she misses the most.

"Let's settle our stuff in the room before I take you around the island, yoi."

"Sounds like a good plan. We can go swimming too since the weather is pretty great."

Marco takes Ann to his room in the mansion where they changed into something more comfortable for their stroll. This is the first time that Marco brought someone to the island outside of family members. This is an exclusive island where even the other members of the group do not know.

It didn't take long before they decided to take their lunch at the beachfront, right beside the pool. From the looks of things, the yacht's crew is also responsible for serving their needs while they are on the island.

At first, Ann is skeptical about staying on an island with Marco. After all, a part of her thinks he's an enemy. Yet, just as time passes by, her worries slowly disappear, almost forgotten. How long has it been since she felt like this? Secured, protected, being cared for, no problems to worry about, these are the luxury that she cannot afford when she's in Grandline.

This time, she came here not as Gol D. Ann, but just 'Ann'.

"Let's apply sunscreens, yoi. We don't want you getting sunburns." Ann nods while taking off her white shirt and denim shorts, revealing a black two-piece bikini. Marco did the same, taking his blue shirt off that took Ann by surprise.

And no, not because of how sculpted he looks, but because of the huge tattoo on his chest. It's Whitebeard's mark.

"All of us have marks like this. Pops' mark." He must have noticed her staring at the tattoo.

"Wow. Pretty neat." She smiles to take her mind off the reminder that this man in front of her is the son of her enemy. Picking up the sunscreen they brought, Ann sits behind Marco and starts putting sunscreen at his back, letting his hot skin against her palm. The sturdy back reflects a sense of security that she never knew she wanted.

After applying sunscreen, their positions are now reversed, with Marco at her back, doing the same thing. Even without looking at him, she can feel his eyes burning against her back.

"How about a race? See who swims faster." She turns her head to reveal a smirk to him that he easily responded with the same smirk.

"Why not?" With eagerness, they stand on the edge of the swimming pool, ready to dive at any given moment.

"One - " Marco starts counting but Ann didn't even let him finish, opting to dive into the water, earning a headstart. "Oh damn." He shakes his head as he follows behind her.

"Yay! I won!"

"You had a headstart, yoi." Marco protests as soon as he catches up to her at the other side of the pool.

"A win is still a win."

"Nope. You cheated." Ann finds herself caged between the edge of the swimming pool and Marco's body. Her hands have minds of their own as it automatically circles on Marco's shoulders, drawing their bodies closer followed by her legs locking his waist.

"Should I be punished?" She tilts her head while eyeing his lips that are centimeters away from hers.

"Maybe I should." Marco's left hand is behind her leg while the other is on her waist, holding her in place as he latches to capture her lips. It didn't take long before tongues are involved along with their hands exploring the exposed skins. In Ann's case, it's his back and his chest while Marco took this chance to pinch her ass while grinding her against his body, sending bolts of electricity to their bodies.

Marco's lust is taking over his mind now. The moment he laid his eyes on her while taking her clothes off, he can't help but imagine what it will be like if that godly body of hers will be against his skin. He's not the kind to think using the thing between his legs but he's still normal, feeling turned on by his girlfriend. That's something he cannot control especially when they're alone.

"Someone's eager." She teases him while tightening her locked legs on his waist, making Marco curse under his breath.

"Can't help it, yoi." He shrugs while stealing a kiss on her neck.

"Think you can last till tonight?"

"No. Not when you're like this." He points at their position and her constant grinding. Marco knows that Ann is quite bold, straightforward, and daring. These are the qualities he loves about her. She's not afraid to speak her mind to him. The feeling of wanting to know more about her is strong in him. Her depth had him wanting for more.

Perhaps her independence is what makes Marco want to protect her, to cherish her. It's a want that he never felt with anyone before, only to her. One of the reasons he never insisted on any sexual activities is because he knows that if she wants it, she will tell him. Besides, the timing is not quite right.

"Well..." Ann chuckles, biting her lip in the process. "We could." The last words came out as a whisper but it's loud enough for Marco to hear and he can feel his lower part twitch in anticipation. Wasting no time, he carries her out of the pool, earning a yelp from Ann at the sudden shift of balance, leaving her to tighten her hold of him.

"You're testing me, yoi." He growls as he sets her down only to drag her inside the mansion.

There's nothing but silence and anticipation between them while walking inside soaked and dripping droplets of water on the floor. The mess they left in their wake will have to wait for now.

The door to their room slams open and shuts down almost instantly. Marco wastes no time wrapping Ann in his arms, capturing her lips using his hungry ones. She welcomes the tongue probing on her mouth, welcoming it with her own, moaning as soon as the two meet midway.

Taking off her top comes easy by pulling the strings at her back. The piece of clothing covering her chest falls off the floor, exposing her body to him. Marco licks his lips in the process, his eyes have turned ravenous which made Ann shiver when she meets his blue eyes. It's like staring at a beast from the primordial era that can devour her.

But it's not like she will wait to be devoured when she can do the same. She lets her hands travel to his chest, fingertips brushing softly on his skin as if teasing the hell out of him. If that's not enough, she lunges to lick the droplets of water on his neck, the tip of her tongue brushing the sensitive skin before promptly sucking on it.

Growling, Marco did the same thing she did, sucking on the other side of her neck while his right hand travels to the curves of her waist, tracing the lines upward till the fingertips brush the skins of her mound. The touch is tentative, teasing Ann to force out reactions. But Marco wants more. He wants to see her writhe in pleasure.

He cups her left breast and gently massages it with his thumb flicking the perky nipple. That generates the reaction he is waiting for. A hum that serves as music to his ears.

"Ann..." He whispers, licking her ear in the process that had her trembling. The dent of his beach shorts is evident with his erection begging to be free from its constrictions.

"Marco... Hmmm..." Whatever she's about to say is swallowed by another kiss and followed by a moan when she felt Marco's other hand teasing her free mound. He must have thought that it feels lonely and needs attention. Not like she's complaining.

Or maybe she wants to complain after all more so when she feels wet inside the only piece of clothing on her body. It does not help that the fabric is clinging to her sensitive part.

Marco must have some sort of telepathic powers because not soon after she thought of that little complaint in her head, he had his hand traveling to her bum, giving it a little squeeze before promptly slipping fingers between her legs.

Ann calls out his name in between steamy kisses when she feels one finger exploring her folds.

"So wet for me, yoi," he whispers while probing inside her using his index finger. The foreign object had Ann stiffing when she felt the sheer pain of the small intrusion. "Ann..." Marco's voice sounds so soft against her ear. The sudden resistance inside her using only his index finger made him stop for a while to digest what it meant.

"Don't stop." She says while breathing out. "You don't want it to hurt when you use this, yeah?" And her words are followed by the boldness of her actions when she palms his erect cock, rubbing the fabric against it.

She is loving his reaction though. The calm and stoic look people usually see in him is replaced with a glare incorporated with a promise of sexual intensity. Just looking at his eyes is making her wet that she can't imagine what it will feel like to feel more than just a finger inside her.

To her disappointment, he pulls out his finger from her, earning a surprised gasp from Ann when she felt herself getting off the ground. The next thing she knew is that she's on the bed with Marco looming over her.

"It's not very nice to tease me, yoi. I'm having a hard time controlling myself."

"And who says I want you to hold back?" Ann does not have any time to glee at his reactions when she finds herself pinned to the bed with hungry lips to devour her neck and a hand that pulls the last piece of clothing that leaves her naked.

Marco steadily positions himself between her parted legs while showering her with kisses on her neck going down till he reaches her mounds. He steals a glance from his position, maintaining eye contact to make sure she witnesses how the tip of his tongue flicks the perky left nipple.

A hum of satisfaction leaves his throat while watching her writhe in pleasure at the stimulation. More so when he starts sucking on her breast, keeping it wet using his saliva. The way she moans his name in euphoria only worsens the itch and pain in between Marco's legs.

But not yet. He is still not satisfied with the amount of love he's giving her. He wants her to be moaning, to feel all the pleasures. Not just her though. Marco wants to indulge himself in memorizing every nook and cranny of her body, embedding it into his memory.

When his tongue brushes on the nipple, he can feel her squirm underneath. Her hand automatically fists his hair in frustration and he knows she wants more. Who is he to deny her of that?

He slips his hand between her legs, tentatively touching the clit that had her moaning and that's what he wants. He needs her to be wet for him when he enters and to make this hurt less.

If he's being honest, it does not matter to him whether he's her first or not, but knowing that he is, or at least, he will be, makes him happy.

"M-Marco..." She calls out in a hurried voice. "Ah!"

"Just relax, yeah? Leave it to me, yoi." He coaxes her to relax for him as he penetrates her folds using two fingers. The resistance is expected which had Marco's mind drifting to how it will feel if his cock will enter her.

'Damn' he curses in his head while scisorring her inside, making more space for him. With his thumb constantly brushing her clit, Ann's body instantly convulses as sparks of pleasure continues to attack her senses. The squelching sounds coming from her folds echo in Marco's ears and his eyes dart to his work. So much liquid is oozing from inside her and his instincts kick in.

"Ah! F-Fuck, Marco!" Ann once again shouts in surprise the moment she felt his tongue licking the most sensitive part of her body. It does not help that he's constantly thrusting his fingers, brushing against her folds while he hums in satisfaction when he gets to taste her. "Ughh... Uhm, ah! Unfair! Ah! Damn!"

The complaints reach deaf ears because Marco just continues whatever he's doing. Ann has no choice but to writhe and squirm underneath while seeing stars.

Who could have thought that it will be this pleasurable? Yes, Ann attended sex education along with her sister. She learned so much from the lessons that she began using her charm as a woman to gauge enemies into her bidding. Countless men have fallen into her trap of fake sexual invitation only to end up their life taken away.

Her pride won't let her touch her nor go all the way.

"You look ready to cum. Hmm?" He smirks at her and made sure she will see the way he's licking his lips to taste the remnant liquid she produced between her. He does this while fingering her non-stop.

"Oh... Ah. I don't know. Maybe you want your fingers in me instead of your dick since you're not naked." It's her turn to smirk at him, challenging him. Marco's not the type to back down on a provocation like this. Without hesitation, he pulls out his fingers, earning a grunt from Ann.

His clothes came off easier, and he almost sighs when his dick springs out in the open for Ann to see. She's seen countless dicks from the men who were at her mercy before and those never made her feel the hotness she's feeling right now. The girth and thickness are nothing to scoff at which she begins wondering if that will fit.

No, they will make it fit. With fingers earlier, she was already feeling the tip of the iceberg in terms of the pleasures it can give her, what more if it will be his dick?

The urge to touch his twitching dick grows immense in her but Marco doesn't let her. His patience is running thin with her teasings earlier. With hastiness, he rips open a condom packet, sliding it on him. He gives himself a few strokes before returning to his position - between her legs.

Ann lays there, watching Marco rub his rod onto her folds as if he's trying to lubricate it using the sticky liquid coming from Ann.

Every fiber of her body seems to be focused on the sensation the rubs are giving her. Every time his dick rubs her clit, she moans with her toes curling at the pleasure.

"Ready?" He asks and she answers with a nod. The thickest part slowly enters inside her, meeting resistance midway because no matter how much Marco was stretching her using his fingers, it cannot be compared to his side.

Ann hears a few apologies from her boyfriend which she answered with grunts. Feeling pain is nothing new to her. After all, she's used to being bruised and injured all the time, but this kind of pain is different. It rips her insides but in a good way that when it brushes her walls with the pain accompanied by a spark of excitement.

It was nothing like she had ever felt before. All she can do is ask for more by moaning Marco's name. Her mouth is silenced by his lips when he thrusts forward, as slow as he can.

The rhythm is very slow for Marco's taste but this is necessary.

"More. Marco, ah! Move. I am not fragile."

"Damn it." He mumbles then picks up the pace, thrusting till the tip of his cock touches her womb. Ann's body arcs into the pleasure with her hands grasping the sheets for much-needed support. Marco doesn't stop there. He continues his pace, harsh and firm while whispering sweet nothings into her ears that makes her moans louder than it already is.

The curses from his mouth contribute to the loudness that echoes in the room. He can't help but curse a lot whenever she tightens on him. And damn she's tight, alright.

He almost cums when she did, but thankfully he didn't. Because he wants more. Planting a soft kiss on her lips while she pants, Marco changes their position, settling her left leg on the bed while the other is lifted to rest on his shoulder.

Then, he thrusts, not letting her calm down from her high. The shout of pleasure is worth it and so is the tightness. Marco pistons his cock, drilling into her till he reaches his high, filling the condom with his semen.

How long since he had this over-the-top kind of sex? He doesn't know. All he knows is that he wants more. And it seems that Ann is thinking the same because not long after they calmed down, she's now bouncing on top of Marco, riding his dick.

What more could they ask for?