"Once I take you, you are mine. My woman. No other man can have you." ― Gena Showalter

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Georgina Ricci's POV

I woke up with my belly growling, feeling famish and thirsty. I snapped my eyes open and stirred to my side, when I caught restrained by a big hand around my waist and legs tangled over mine.

I craned my neck awkwardly to check on the time on the side table and it's almost six in the morning. I gently pull my limbs out of his hold and just grab my white long cotton robe and tiptoed out of his room.

I didn't like the idea of sleeping in his room, but my traitorous body and heart was raving up with the idea. It wasn't bad though. His bed is so soft and huge than mine, plus I get to sleep with him like a real couple although I know he doesn't love me.

I shook the disheartening realization and tried to think of the positive things.

I heaved a sigh and walked out my door. Little Marco has it's own room upstairs. Everything he needed is inside, his toys, his comfortable bed.

I quickly turned to my left and walk past the grand foyer to the hallway, then turned into the left, yet another wide hallway, past another few rooms, before the kitchen.

The dirty kitchen is huge, it tripled my room back in our house. Speaking of house, I need to go check it one of this days.

"Good morning," Portia greeted me as soon as she saw me. She's whisking an egg in a white big bowl with her white and green printed apron protecting her clothes from any spills of the food. She was smiling to me widely. The big kitchen has three rectangular island counter across each other.

"You're up too early Georgina," she remarked and I nodded.

"I'm hungry," I smiled sheepishly as I rub my belly.

"Oh, alright then honey. Wait for me at the dining table, I will serve soon this new batch of waffles.. " she rambled as she puts down the bowl with the whisk inside. Then, she grab a plate from the plate already stack on the counter and then she looks at me, "and would you like an oatmeal?"

"Please. Can you also add some brown sugar on it?" I smiled sweetly, giving her my saccharine smile.

She grinned. Picking up another bowl that sitting on the counter, she responded. "Sure, dear!"

She turned on her heel to the pots that's sitting on the stove and she started feeling my plate. Selina came from the pantry, another huge adjacent room for stacking food supplies with huge fridge and layers of cupboards and shelves, filled with foods. Another room which is the wine cellar next to the pantry. And I believe there's another wine cellar upstairs.

"Morning," I smiled to Selina. She looks at me with surprise before she compose herself clutching the big bowl in her hands that looks like full with potatoes.

"Oh dear, I didn't know you're an early riser?" She smiled warmly in her very sweet tone.

"I was hungry." I said truthfully, smiling sheepishly and she frantically asked Portia to start making the scrambled eggs to which I giggled. She looks frantic and don't know which food to start to cook.

"Relax Selina.. It's all good." I giggled and she looks at me apologetically. "Portia got it covered," I wink at her and she chuckled when she realized she acted like she was in a war.

"Well, let us know what else would you like." She said sounding relieved. Then she continued walking to the kitchen counter and place the bowl near the sink.

I decided to wait at the dining table. I took the door opposite to the right where I entered and I saw Yza, Trey, Robert and for the first time, Flint. Flint was Portia's husband and Yza's dad. He is tall, and burly, but friendly looking guy. They were all standing around the table talking. I wonder if they all had breakfast, and why they are all standing when there's plenty of chairs to sit.

"Good Morning everyone!" I greeted a bit louder than I intended to get all their attention.

Everyone look at me with smile in their faces. "Good morning Georgina," They almost all chorused. I grinned widely. I thought I was going to eat alone, but it seems not.

Last night eating alone was so frustrating and I had no appetite at all. I didn't eat much and I thought I had pissed Marco too much after I stormed out of his room, and left him there with his bulging crotch, that he didn't want to see me to the point of skipping dinner.

I even went to bed alone, thinking he'd rather sleep in his office than sleeping with me. I had to go to bed with a heavy heart and it took me long time to finally succumb to sleep.

"Wow, you are up too early!" Yza's teasing voice drags me back to earth.

"I'm an early riser, Yza." I rolled my eyes, taking a chair and sat. I look at everyone, shifting my gaze at each one. "Did you guys had breakfast?" I asked hoping they didn't.

"I and Robert had. This twins and Yza was about to have their breakfast." Flint responded. Then he looks to Robert and they agreed to do something, before excusing themselves and left the room, leaving us alone.

Trey sat beside Yza across me. Troy was about to sit on the other side of his twin when I stop him and ask him to sit beside me.

"That's not fair. You sit beside me Troy." I pouted and all three shares stares before Troy reluctantly move to my side and took the sit beside me. He doesn't seem too comfortable.

"I'm not going to eat you, Troy," I chuckled teasingly. The cool Troy I first met was gone, replaced by a timid one. "Why are you so acting strange?" I grinned, not sounding offensive. I just want to know why he's being cold.

"Ah, er.. It's just that," then he looks at the couple across him before he continued on. "I don't want to be in trouble again." He finally admitted and the couple nodded their head apprehensively.

I know. Probably that ass warned him. I don't know what I'm gonna do with him. How to convince him that Troy wasn't into me or vice versa.

And why would I explain my point? It's not like he was into me, or we are lovers. Hello? I'm just his heir-bearer and to be exact, I'm not far from whore.

Oh SHIT!

I hate that word. I hate to be like that. But reality bites!

"Back to earth, G!" Yza's snapping fingers drags me out of my train of thoughts and look at her sheepishly. The twins chuckled softly as they shook their head.

"What?" I widened my eyes on both of them and the three laugh loudly.

I glared at Yza and she bit her bottom lip to stifle her laughters.

"What?" I repeated with my lips curled up in annoyance.

"Do you realize that Mr. Massaretti was worst than Little Marco?" Yza quipped with her eyes held amusement.

"Oh yes, I agree with you that." I nodded my head. He is acting more than a dog. "He's a real dick!" I shook my head.

Just as Portia and Selina walks in with trays full of food, Yza laughs harder. I stared at her with my left eyebrow cock up.

She clutch her belly as she tried to stops her laugh before she spoke. "I mean, little Marco was tailing you a lot, but the bipolar big Marco is worst!" she freed her laughters and I rolled my eyes on her.

Alright, I didn't catch that up. The twins wasn't amused or they are just too scared to what might happen if they are caught making fun of him, but Yza was too gutsy.

"Oh hi there, Marco!" I looked over her shoulder, and I burst into laughters when she stops laughing and her face turned red looking further down in her plate. The twins then laughed when they realized what I just did.

"Nice prank there, G." Troy laugh and Yza glared at the twins then me.

"Well, I don't know how to stop you.. It just dawned on me." I laughed softly. She just rolled her eyes and soon everyone was digging in.

I'm just halfway with my food when I saw Marco on the doorway with a deadly look. I squirmed in my seat as I felt like my body just jump out of my skin.

He was shooting everyone a sinister eyes. His forbidding manner with his ominous teal eyes was pinning everyone's in their sit, as they all look further down, and it's making me feel sick in my stomach. I felt enrage, embarrass mostly for treating everyone like that. I don't like it one bit.

"RICCI, BACK TO MY ROOM!" He bellowed vehemently, shooting everyone a deathly glare, and to me. He looks downright angry.. no, beyond angry. It's understatement. I could feel the anger radiating off him.

He is very disrespectful and ass.

When his eyes pinned mine, I felt suddenly terrified. He wasn't the playful Marco anymore. He was the cold bastard who treated me like a puppet.

He's back to being dick!

His menacing eyes was trained to me and occasionally shot the three with sinister eyes, making them all look like a scared kitten.

I quickly stood up not wanting to put everyone's career in jeopardy and gave them an apologetic look.

"NOW!" Marco bellowed making me scrambles to the door, then brush past him after I shot him a defiant deathly look.

I stops halfway the hall and look back only to see his back still on the doorway. He looks so handsome even with his back. He was only wearing a loose pants and a gray shirt, with his scruffy hair that only made him look more delicious and dangerously charismatic.

I stomped back to the door ignoring the warm liquid in between my legs seeping from me and tug his hand, too scared that he might fired all of them.

He didn't say anything as I was trudging back to his room, still holding his big wrist.

As soon as we entered his room, he yank his hand back and shut the door real hard, then slammed me against it, pinning me hard to the door, with his body pressed closely against mine. I was wriggling too desperate to get out of his hold and attack.

What is wrong with him?

"Marco, let go off me!" I spat angrily, but he just grunted and kept on assaulting my lips, my neck, kissing it savagely and sucking and nibbling it harshly. My body tense up and fire radiates off me. My legs shakes and I felt like melting into puddle as he lick my earlobe then tug it between his teeth. My hands was still pinned above me, with his body trapping mine.

"What did I tell you, not to stay close to that Troy?" He grit out, then continuing attacking my neck and my lips.

His rough kisses only ignited that burning sensations and threw my body into the pool of desires. The thought of resisting him only drowned and swept over with the overwhelming tingling sensations his rough kisses brought me in.

"I hate it when you always ignore me, cara." He whispered through gritted teeth, then he suck the hollow of my neck harshly and I cried and moaned loudly as the stinging sensations shoots all over my body then promptly replaced with another overwhelming waves of pleasures when he licks my skin. "And I hate it when you are too close with Troy!" he clenched his jaw and I felt myself suddenly swims into a sea of fear.

"Marco, stop." I wriggled out, trying to gather myself and collect my dignity back, but his skillful tongue just kept on taunting me, to the point of swallowing back my words. My body says differently.

"You left me hanging last night, cara. And I HATE IT!" he stops kissing me as he stood upright, towering me with his cold emotionless eyes that always gave me chill down my spine, in a very dangerous way. Where dread filled me. On the contrary, my body melted with those kind of stare, making me feel like a lost pup, drowned with his disturbing charisma.

My eyebrows quirk and about to push past him, but he grab my arm in an iron grip.

"I hate it when you treat me like nothing!" He snarled and then he picks me up effortlessly and toss me on the bed. His frustrated ominous eyes pinned me and I rolled my eyes.

"Look who's talking!" I quipped sarcastically as I tried to push him on his chest- off me.

Marco's eyebrow thrusted up in a frustrated way, forming a long crease in his forehead. "I owned you cara. Don't forget that!" He smirked evilly and my eyes turned into slits.

"I'm not yours, Marco! I'm here to pay my dad's debt." I grit out lowly, glaring at him deathly. "After giving you what you need, I'm out of here!" I choked which I didn't intend to sound that way. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I felt like my heart was kick by a horse too hard.

Marco's eyes turned icy, feeling like I'm beginning to froze. My body suddenly in frenzy, but not in a good way. Fear crawled in my gut and stayed there.

Marco assaulted my lips very roughly. Biting my bottom lips harshly then suck it briefly, making my body heat up swiftly and I wasn't prepared with the intensity of pleasures it brought to my body when he darted his tongue inside mine after a soft gasp escape my lips, startled with his savage assault. My body shuddered as I tried to stifle the burning sensations it created.

He bit my tongue briefly and suck it hard before releasing it, making me crying to have some more.. I felt my body completely a slave to his demands and attacks. My head says differently, but my body was too in control.

"Tell me you don't want this, cara?" I felt his finger against the fabric that only covering my drenched pussy and I wonder since when my robe was gone?

He tug my panties off impatiently and rub my clit with his fingers taunting me, sending over the edge.

"You see cara? You are so wet.. I know you wanted me." He whispered into my ears and I gasped, biting my inner cheek not to moaned loudly as I felt his finger roughly slip inside of my wet pussy and thrusted torturously slow. I squirmed and wriggled trying to get him go fast.

"Please," I panted.

"You see cara? No man can ever make you cum and beg like I do!" he grit out. His ominous tone make me only want him to fuck me roughly. I was too lost with my desire to get explored, ravish and exploited if that's the right term.

God, I've never been so feeling wanton until now. I desperately want his cock filled my pussy. I want to feel him again inside of me.

"Just shut up and fuck me, Marco!" I grit out in frustration.

"No, you don't demand, Cara. YOU BEG!" He smirked wolfishly as he picks up his pace and then he stops and stood at the edge of the bed, grabbing my thighs, he pulled me closer to him with my legs in between his either side and then before I realized it, his mouth connected to my pussy.

He lick the corner of my pussy lips before sucking my clit and I felt like a billions of electric voltage just hit my nerve endings, erupted throughout my body in a splash.

"Oh fuck, yes.. right there!" I moaned and groaned loudly as I breath heavily. My hands landed on his hair and grab a handful, holding him in place and he grunted, sucking it more, eating the daylights out of me..

I felt a waves of pleasures getting higher and higher and my walls feels tightening, my legs buckled and I knew I was coming..

Suddenly, he stops...

"FUCK, keep going!" I cried out, gritting my teeth in frustrations.

"I want you to beg, cara. BEG ME!" he smirked and I bit my bottom lip.

My body is all tense and my body is screaming for release. I wanted to cum again. To feel that pleasure again.

"BEG ME, cara.." His smirked didn't left his face, with his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy lips. Rubbing my clit, taunting me to no end.

"Please Marco. Make me cum.. Please, I beg you!" I finally spit out in frustrations, biting my bottom lip.

With that, he grinned mischievously then he eat me out savagely. His two hands slip into my shirt and grab my swollen sensitive nipples and flicks it, all the while sucking and licking my pussy.

"Oh, God fuck.. Yes! I'm cumming!" I grunted loudly, gripping the bed covers tightly as I release it.

The pleasures builds up, my body tightened along with my walls, my knees buckled and my body jerked up and I shuddered from the intense orgasm.

I felt so sated and satisfied. Marco rolled on top of me and he stared at me with lustful eyes. He's already naked and I wonder how I miss it all.

"My turn!" he smirked evilly and I nodded. My body was on fire again, as soon as he claimed my swollen lips.

I rolled on top of him as I boldly tugs my shirt off and straddled him. His hard cock was poking underneath my pelvis and it only heightened my desires again.

I slip his hard cock on my already drench pussy and I slowly push myself all the way down to fill me completely.

God, it was damn good. Better than any tongue or fingers.

It was overwhelmingly good. Now that I'm on top of him, I felt so in control. I have absolute control.

I lock my dark eyes with his smouldering ones and his eyes got darker if that's possible. His hands then fondling my breast and it only made me feel desirable.

Sitting on top of him, I place my hands on his chest and rode him confidently. He soon participate matching my rhythm, thrusting in concert. The pace picks up, fast and hard until we both find our release, crying our names out loud.

I lay on top of him feeling drained and exhausted, sticky and well spent. He wraps his strong arms around me, as he pressed his lips on my head.

"It's always an amazing one," he whispered above my head and I know it is.

God, I love him so much and I was on the edge of saying it.

No, you can't say it Georgina. You will just make yourself like a fool. He doesn't need to know and you'll likely to ruin the nice mood.

I need to forget this feeling. I need to get over it and move on. He's only for one thing.

"Can I go visit my house?" I asked cautiously. I desperately wanted to get away from him even just for a day. I needed an air, away from him. To settle my feelings and emotions towards him.

He was silent for a while. I rolled on his side, thinking to get out of the bed and have a shower.

"I will come with you," Marco decided and I look at him and met his emotionless eyes.

"I will go by myself, Marco!" I grit out.

"Then, you're not going!" Marco got out of the bed and headed to the washroom, and I look at him mystified, baffled.

He was playful and sweet that I remember yesterday. Now, he's a complete asshole!

I followed him in the washroom. "I'm going! You can't lock me up here!" I insist stomping inside the washroom.

He gave me a cold look. "Try me, cara!" He smirked evilly and step in the shower, closing the shower glass door.

I stood there watching him incredulously.

What is his problem?

God, he's insufferable!

I stormed out of the washroom and I heard him called me out. "GET BACK IN HERE, RICCI!"

"FUCK YOU!!" I shouted and grab my robe heading to his walk in closet to grab a clean clothes and take a shower in my old room upstairs.

"NON vanno da nessuna parte , RICCI !" (YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, RICCI!). I heard him saying and then the water stops.

I quickly grab the clothes without checking and quickly strode to the door. Just as I reach the door, I felt myself swept off and then in fraction on seconds, I was on his shoulder..

"YOU NEED TO LEARN TO LISTEN, LADY!" He growled then I felt his palm connected to my ass cheek and felt the stinging pain, and I yelped loudly, gritting my teeth as I curse like a trooper.

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A/N: Sorry I had to end it here.. my eyes is getting sore..

Anyhow, I hope it's not that bad.. I wanted more steamy scene of them.. I guess.

Oh well, here you go. I was too distracted today.. too many calls.

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I don't understand why Marco became like a dick again.

Who wants Marco as cold-ass lover? Or a warm sweet-charming lover?

Oh well, I still love him.

Again.. I know I've used this line a lot and now it's rusty.. but again, I want to warn everyone that it is a rough draft.. So expect typos and errors. I apologize.

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