I'm sure we've all been waiting on baited breath for the smut. Well folks, without further interruption…

It was raining out and Veronica cursed herself for not bringing her umbrella with her to work today. She would have to walk an entire block in the rain with her days worth of tips tucked in her bra. She locked the door to the pizzeria behind her and started trekking home. She passed an alley and a pair of hands grabbed her tiny waist, pulling her towards some trash bins as one of the hands snaked around her mouth, muffling her screams.

"Miss Marietti. We aren't gonna hurt you. I'm gonna let go of your mouth, but I want you to promise you wont scream, okay?"

She nodded the best she could against the man restraining her and he released her. She realized she was surrounded by three men she had never seen before.

"You know, you're even more beautiful then we imagined. We heard a lot about you." The man said, circling around her.

"What do you want?" She managed.

"I just want you to pass along a little message to your boyfriend, Veronica. Tell Marco that we aren't going anywhere. In fact, we wanna take his business, and everything that's important to him." He ran his finger through her soaked hair. "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

Marco, Jimmy, and Philly sat on his couch, drinking beer and watching a Dodger's game when there was a knock at the door. Marco cursed under his breath and got up, intending on getting another beer while he was in the kitchen anyway.

"Whatever this is better be fucking important…" He muttered, opening the door to see a drenched Veronica standing on his doorstep. "Veronica?"

"I didn't know where else to go."

He could tell she had been crying. He pulled her in the door and into his chest. She stood perfectly still as he kissed her forehead. "What happened to you? What's wrong?"

"These guys were waiting for me when I got off work."

He pulled back, suddenly holding her shoulders firmly. "Did they hurt you?"

"No – they wanted me to tell you something. They were coming for you. They want your business and anything that's important to you." She started sobbing.

He pulled her back into his chest. "Jimmy! Get your ass in here!"

"Yeah, boss?"

"We've gotta go look for some guys. Get your coat."

"You're not going, are you?" Veronica asked, sounding very upset.

"I wanna go find these fucks, babe. No one touches what's mine and gets away with it."

"I don't want you to go." She whimpered.

Marco groaned harshly. "Jimmy, get Vinnie and some of the guys and find out where Big Louis is. I want someone on him at all times, I wanna know when he eats, when he sleeps, how often he fucking breathes, got it?"

"Got it boss." Jimmy said, scattering quickly.

Marco nodded, biting his thumb. "Let's get you dry, huh?" He said, soothingly, leading her to his room. He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a plain black shirt and a pair of plaid boxers and handed them to her. "Get cleaned up, alright. Do you need anything?" She shook her head 'no.' "I'm not going anywhere."

She took a hot shower and dried off, pulling on Marco's dry, oversized clothing. She caught a glimpse of her reflection and realized how scary she looked with her mascara running down her face and her hair wet and stringy down her cheeks. She removed as much of the makeup as she could manage before she left the bathroom, finding Marco laying on his bed with his hands behind his head like a pillow.

She hadn't noticed before but he had been half naked the entire time, only donning a pair of gray sweatpants that slung low on his hips, showing off the plunge of the protruding bones there.

"Feel better?" He asked, sitting up straighter.

"A little."

"You can take my bed. I'm gonna wait up for the boys and find out what's going on."

"You don't have to go." She whispered, sitting down beside him on the bed.

"They're not gonna hurt you again, baby. I'm gonna find them and I'm gonna hurt them. I'm gonna hurt them worse, believe me." She nodded simply, knowing Marco meant what he said.

"I feel safe here. Safe with you." She muttered, leaning into his chest.

He wanted her, more than he'd ever wanted anything, anyone. Sure, Marco Vendetti was no saint. He had fucked plenty of girls, used them to get off and then left them high and dry, but this was different. He'd never found much use for foreplay. He didn't care about getting girls off. For him it was all about domination and his own selfish needs. Veronica was different. He found himself wanting to please her, wantinb to explore every part of her body and make her beg for him. He wanted to feel her writhing beneath him and be the last word on her lips before she unraveled.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck gently. She moaned softly and pressed her lips to his, nipping at his lower lip just before he pushed her into the mattress. He slid his hand up his shirt that was hanging off her just to touch her bare skin. He stopped when he reached her ribs and pulled back, supporting himself on his strong upper arms. "Are you sure?"

"Marco, I've never –" She bit her lip, looking up at him with big brown eyes. "I've never done this before."

His eyes got wide and he pulled back, staring at her, taking her all in. "You're serious?" He couldn't believe his luck. He had never had a virgin before. He couldn't believe it, Veronica was so beautiful and perfect. How could no one ever see her that way? She was flawless beneath him. She was all his. Every bit of her. Mine, he thought.

She nodded, obviously embarrassed. She blushed and bit her lower lip. "If we do this, are you going to get tired of me?"

"Of course not." He wanted it to be a lie, but he knew by now he didn't think he could ever get enough of her. She was like a new drug he had discovered. If he could package her up and sell her, he'd make a killing. That is, of course, if he could ever control himself enough to stop taking the hits himself.

"It's gonna hurt?"

"You'll like it." He smirked, kissing her jaw line.

She pushed herself up, gripping the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over her head. Marco growled at the sight of her breasts, bare with perfect pink nipples, now erect to the chill of the room. He bit her collarbone, planting little kisses down her chest until he found his way to her full, soft mounds, taking a nipple gently in his teeth and suckling until she gasped, clutching his messy hair in her fingers. He continued down her stomach until her found her navel, dipping his tongue in and swirling around the edge as he asked himself again how he could ever be so lucky. "Marco..." She murmured. He wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't just moaning. He glanced up at her and she pushed on the boxers she was wearing.

"Let me." He growled, his gorgeous eyes now dark with lust. He kissed her hipbone and then sank his fingers into the elastic waistband, tugging down on the offending material. He moaned at the sight of her, completely exposed before him. So pliable and willing to let him do what he wished with her.

She shifted awkwardly, well aware at his eyes on every inch of her, places no one had seen before.

He leaned back down, now mere inches away, supporting himself on strong arms. He leaned into her ear, biting her ear lobe gently as he whispered, "So perfect. My little porcelain doll." It caused her to shudder. He leaned up on one arm now, reaching down to push his sweats the rest of the way to the floor. "You alright?"

"I trust you." She murmured honestly. She nodded, biting her lip again before he pushed himself into her, painstakingly slow, giving her time to adjust as she bit down on his neck, just above his spider tattoo, digging her beautiful nails into the flesh of his bare back.

She never ceased to amaze him. No other girl had been this fucking tight around him. It's like she was made to mold perfectly around his cock. She was warm and wet and welcoming. He could feel her break with a whimper. He took her maidenhood, another thing no one else could steal from him. Mine.

He watched her face carefully as he pulled back, sliding back home with a little more force and speed until he found a pleasant pace for them to continue. Soon she was panting and moaning and muttering his name in ways that gave him an urge to push her further until she was writhing and falling to pieces with her first mind-blowing orgasm, just one more thing to add to his list of things that were all his. She became impossibly tight to the point where she was milking him dry. He had never felt anything so amazing and life shattering in his life.