jessgdixon: Thanks for the support! We'll get to the violence in the next chapter!
I couldn't help myself, had to add more smut. As always, I hope you enjoy! Follow/Favorite/Review!
Veronica wasn't amused with Philly. His main contribution, as far as she was concerned, was to complain and play babysitter. She made chicken cacciatore to keep her mind occupied and then decided to take a bath. The hot water soothed her aching body and she was able to clear her head and read for a while.
"I could get used to this sight." Marco had slipped in silently, startling her. She jumped suddenly, sloshing some water from the tub. He leaned there in his black wife beater with a familiar gleam in his eye.
"You're gonna have to. I'm not allowed to leave." She mumbled.
"Veronica, I just got home." He sighed, obviously annoyed.
"Lucky you. I've been here all day. Philly isn't exactly a Cub Scout leader. All he does is drink and complain and watch baseball. I can't sit here everyday like this, Marco."
"What do you want me to do, Veronica? I'm doing the best I fucking can. I'm trying to keep you safe." He noticed now that he was screaming irrationally, he wasn't upset about it, though.
"Jesus Christ, Marco. You're the reason I'm involved in all of this!"
"Sweetheart, all this started long before you met me." He scoffed. He said it out of anger and actually regretted it.
"What do you mean?" She whimpered, on the verge of tears.
He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose again and lurching forward, dropping somewhere close to the side of the tub and leaning against the rim. "Forget I said anything. Look, as soon as we get these guys, things can go back to normal. I promise."
"You're gonna kill them, aren't you?" She barely breathed.
He placed his hand on hers, not answering the question outright. "There's gonna be a day when you thank me for this, doll face." He leaned forward, gripping her chin and kissing her softly on the lips.
"Marco?" He stared blankly at her, waiting for her to continue. "Don't get yourself killed."
"Kitten, I've got nine lives. It's barely gonna be a fucking fight." He started to stand, holding out a hand to help her up. "Now get out, I need to shower."
Marco entered the bedroom with damp hair, hanging in his face in broken pieces. All he wore was a white bath towel, slung low on his hips. His chest and shoulders still glistened from residual water.
"Did you find anything while you were gone all day?"
He sighed, sitting on the bed and facing away from her. "Followed the guy to 64th street and then lost him somewhere. I think they're hiding somewhere close."
She slid off the bed in her pink silk teddy and stood in front of him, pushing the wet hair from his forehead and marveling at his bruises and scrapes, knowing that he had sustained them all from trying to protect her. "Thank you." She whispered. She leaned in close to his face and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.
Marco pulled her onto his lap with a giggle, holding her firm against his bare, damp chest. She pushed him back on the bed, straddling his hips and undoing the towel that was barely covering his massive erection. She rolled her hips into his unsheathed length and leaned down to kiss him. The silk of her nightgown glided over his over sensitized skin and the friction of her lace panties against his immense hard on was beginning to be too much for him. He groaned in frustration.
Two could play at this game.
He snaked his hand between them and the calloused pad of his thumb instantly found her swollen nub through the thin fabric of her panties, she whimpered at his touch, tilting her head back and pressing into his hand. As soon as he got that plea of acknowledgement, he pulled his hand away, bringing both strong hands to her rounded hips. "Beg for it, sweetheart."
She smiled down at him, leaning back into his chest and kissing him soundly on the lips, baring down on his lower lip with her teeth and pulling back. As she sat back up, she gripped the hem of her silk nighty, pulling the garment over her head and revealing to Marco just how completely she was turned on. His hips jerked when he saw her full breasts, marveling and just how bouncy and marvelous they looked from this angle. All too sudden, she leaned back down, obstructing his view. Her lips found his ear. "Fuck me, Marco." She purred.
That's all the encouragement he needed. He couldn't remember a time in his life when he had been more completely aroused by a broad for more than thirty minute increments. He growled, gripping her hips more soundly, his fingers digging into the flesh of her sides. He had every intention of plowing into her when he realized there was a small scrap of fabric in the way. He groaned in frustration and grabbed his blade off the nightstand, pulling the side of her panties out and slicing them off her. "I liked those." She pouted.
"I'll get you new ones." He easily lifted her up, shifting her tiny body just enough to find her perfect little entrance. "Lots of them."
She braced herself with her hands holding her up, slowly letting up until he had glided all the way inside of her. She paused, noticing the increasing pressure in her stomach.
Marco grew impatient, using his strong hands to lift her, encouraging her to move. She slid off him, then fell back down suddenly, full force. "Fuck." He breathed, bring his hands up her torso to cup her full breasts, rolling her perky nipples in his fingers. He watched as she worked him, as his length disappeared into her and reappeared, the rolling of her stomach muscles, the bouncing of her breasts. He had turned her into some sexual goddess, hell-bent on helping him fulfill various fantasies. She was completely and totally his.
Her nails were digging into his chest as his hips met hers. Marco's feet dug into the mattress as he arched his back to lift her up. She had the overwhelming sensation to touch his lips, so she ran her index finger over his perfect mouth. As she pulled his bottom lip down, he jutted forward and bit the sensitive pad of her digit, causing her to cry out.
He wanted her, wanted ever inch of her, to possess her in any way possible. He gripped her back, pulling himself up into a sitting position, pulling her forward to rest on his thighs, gliding her over his lap as his mouth probed hers, owning ever inch of her being. "I need you to say it." He commanded.
"Please, Marco." She whimpered. The new angle created more friction where she needed it most, bringing her close to the edge, but she needed him to push her over. "I'm all yours, Marco. Please…" He unraveled inside of her, bursting his hot seed in the confines of her hot sex as she began to contract around him. He fell backwards on the bed, her falling somewhere close beside him.
Marco found it hard to sleep. He told himself it was because Veronica was tangled in his sheets, her head resting just above his heart and her loose curls dangling haphazardly over his arm muscles, but he knew he didn't mind.
He stared at the ceiling, as his mind rotated through a few thoughts; killing Leon, killing Big Louis's gang, making money, and keeping Veronica safe. Mostly he just thought about keeping her, his most prized possession.
The sound of shattering glass was unnerving. Marco shot of out his bed and grabbed his sweats, shoving them around his hips. He paused to make sure Veronica hadn't stirred. She slept like the dead, oversexed and exhausted entangled naked in his sheets. Totally his.
He ran down the hallway, finding Philly, looking like he had also just been awakened. Marco looked out the window, seeing no one. He ran out to the street to find his beautiful cherry red Chrysler Convertible absolutely trashed. The top had been shredded, the windshield and windows smashed, the hood dented. "Fucking cowards!" Marco screamed into the night. "Why don't you come and get me? I'm right fucking here waiting, mother fuckers!" He screamed, tapping his chest for emphasis.
There was another smash noise, this time from the other side of the house. Marco heard Philly scream out a few curses and the boss ran inside to see what his cousin was so adamant about. Philly held a brick in his hand, holding it out to Marco with wide eyes. Marco took it, Philly flinched as if he was about to strike. The dark Italian looked at the brick, muttering a string of curses. "We're coming." It said in bold black letters.
"Get the boys together. This ends tonight."