Page 83 of Vicious Behaviors
Before he can stop me, I gently push him off me, just far enough to place my foot on his chest. “Take off your shirt,” I order, licking my lips.
His gaze smolders at the command, then presses a tender kiss on the inside of my ankle before placing my foot back on the bed. He then gets off the bed and begins to unbutton his shirt, discarding it to the floor afterward.
“Now your pants.”
Marcello’s eyes darken to an almost pitch-black, stepping out of his pants, leaving his designer boxers the only stitch ofclothing on his muscled frame. Beneath them, his thick, hard cock twitches under the fabric, making me swallow dry.
Unable to wait another second, I crawl to the edge of the bed and kneel. I look up at him and say, “Tell me if you want me to stop.” His eyes burn into me as I reach for the waistband, pulling his boxers down. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, slapping against his lower stomach—all veins and velvet. “Keep looking at me,” I whisper as I lean forward and lick the bead of precum from the tip of his crown.
Marcello fists his hands at his sides but says nothing. I’m not sure if he’s even breathing.
I wrap one hand around his base, locking eyes with him, and trail my tongue along the vein that runs up his length before slowly taking him into my mouth. My eyes flutter halfway closed at the taste of him. Salt, musk, and something distinctly Marcello. I moan softly as I work him deeper, relaxing my throat to take as much of him as I can.
My hand grips his firm ass to keep him where I want him, losing myself in the moment, losing myself in him. He made me come not ten minutes ago, yet here I am again, embarrassingly wet, my arousal dripping down my thigh just from the feel of him in my mouth. I use my tongue to lavish his cock with praise, sucking him in and out of my mouth so ferociously that the sound of saliva and skin begins to sound like a sweet melody. I let go of the base of his cock, preferring to use my hand to cradle his sac, while pulling him in as far as I can take, gratified with the feel of his head on the back of my throat.
I can tell Marcello’s close just by the way his thighs tense up, and his breaths short every time his cock touches that one spot at the hollow of my throat. My pussy clenches on air, eager to swallow his essence when he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me back, pushing me flat onto the mattress.
“My first time won’t be coming in your mouth. It will be here,” he says before slapping my pussy, making me cry out in ecstasy.
He kisses me again, this time hard and deliciously possessive. My legs wrap around his hips without thought, instinct driving every one of our motions. I let out a sigh when his hand slips in between my thighs, positioning the crown of his cock at my entrance. There’s no warning. No hesitation. Only one deep, powerful thrust.
My back arches, as a curse rips from my throat while Marcello fills me completely, exquisitely stretching me around him, until I’m not sure where I end and he begins.
What happens next is neither soft nor gentle. It is chaos—raw, unfiltered. It is ownership. And I give myself to him willingly.
Every thrust he slams into me lifts my hips from the bed, stealing my breath. His grip on my hair tightens, pulling just enough to border on pain, coaxing me to whimper at the intensity of it all.
“Marcello,” I cry. “Talk to me. Tell me I’m beautiful again.”
He groans, each thrust deeper than the last.
“You’re more than beautiful,” he grits out. “You’re all-consuming. Because of you, I can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t do anything but be obsessed with seeing you again.”
My heart somersaults in my chest as my pussy clenches around his girth. I wrap my arms around his neck, the only thing tethering my soul to the maddening moment.
“More…” I beg with my eyes closed as his body takes complete ownership of mine. “Tell me more.”
“You’re everywhere and nowhere. Sometimes I’m alone and smell your perfume, which drives me insane. Ever since you walked into my life, you’ve consumed me.”
“Marcello,” I cry out, unraveling beneath his words, his body, his everything.
“Fuck, Izzie. Why did you have to be so fucking perfect?” he growls, thrusting deep inside me, my pussy swallowing him to the very hilt. I feel him everywhere. Inside me and all around me. It’s so intense that I’m no longer sure who or where I am. “Even if I tried to deny it, I think I wanted you since the first day my eyes landed on you,” he confesses, driving himself deeper into me. When he pulls my leg up over his shoulder, his cock hitting that one spot—that one sensitive wall—I wail out his name, my vision blinded by a kaleidoscope of light. “Fuck,” he says before falling apart inside me with a guttural moan.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, gasping for breath, letting the outside world struggle to enter our beautiful bubble. It takes a few minutes before I can even breathe right again. A few more to register what just happened.
Every word he said, he meant it. He thinks I’m beautiful and perfect. He can’t eat or sleep because he can’t stop obsessing over me. He wanted me long before he admitted it to himself. I consume him. I guess it’s only fair, since Marcello Romano has consumed my every waking moment long before he ever met me.
Marcello rolls to his side of the bed, bringing me with him. I follow his lead and curl toward him, leaning my head back just a smidge to see his face. There’s no scowl there now. No haunted look in his eyes. Only softness. Peace.
He turns his head to find my gaze, his fingers lightly brushing the wet strands of my hair away from my face, and says, “Thank you.”
Two words. Two simple words that cut straight into my heart and find a permanent home there.
There’s no mask between us now. No walls. No games. Just him. And me. In this room. And if tonight is all we have, thenso be it. Right now, I wouldn’t trade the look in his eyes for anything in the world.
“Marcello…” I start, wanting to say something, anything, to explain that what we just did was as new to me as it was to him. That I’ve never allowed myself to share this type of intimacy with anyone before.
However, he silences my words with a gentle shake of his head and pulls me on top of him, his cock already hard again, pressing against me like steel.
