Chapter 30

**| MARCO |**

My hand was as *red* as her *ass*. 

Jesus, Aurora was a sight to behold. Even on her hands and knees, that woman could bring down my world down to her feet, and I could only give in. Her skin was coated in sweat, her mouth parted, and her back arched in anticipation of the next blow. 

Allowing a slight reprise, I trailed my palm toward the inside of her thigh and felt the velvet of her skin. It took a mere flick of my wrist to part her legs and touched her sex, letting my fingers explore her body in ways which my sins demanded. And as soon as my fingers grazed against her clit, and she whimpered, my dick throb with equal impatience. 

“Ugn!” she screamed, wagging her ass more and more. 

“Are you saying something?” I teased, circling her bundle of nerves. 

I knew her body too well. I knew how to make it fucking sing and dance like the way I wanted it to. 

And my stubborn girl wouldn’t just admit it. 

I maintained the tempo for a long beat, just enough to allow her mind to get immersed in the pleasure. And the moment she found a rhythm, I withdrew my hands from between her legs and smacked her ass. Hard. 

“Fuck.” 

“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” I asked, alternating her pain and pleasure and deny her. 

Aurora almost growled under her breath, once again defying me and robbing me of the satisfaction to own her body.

“Hurt?” she scoffed, panting as she looked over her shoulder. “A five-year-old can smack harder than this.” 

“You want it to hurt?” I challenged. “That can be arranged.” 

God, I wanted to devour her. To bend her over, fuck her raw, and take her to the edge with my cock over and over again without allowing her release. Torture her until her voice turned hoarse.

If she were any other woman, I would have done that. Maybe some more. But she was the one woman in the world I could not hurt – at least not intentionally, not when she didn’t consent. 

So, the next half a dozen slaps I landed on her ass was hard enough to make her tremble under my hands but not harder enough to bruise—just the shade of crimson for my satisfaction. 

Her hips rocked every time my fingers punished her clit, demanding to be filled. “Marco…please.” She was begging…moaning…and dripping. 

“Tell me. I need to hear your words,” I demanded. 

“Fuck…Marco…master…please…” 

I positioned behind her and yanked her head back by hair as I rubbed my hard shaft against her hot, glowing ass. “Aurora, I can go on like this and make myself cum and deny you the entire day, sweetheart. Don’t. Test. Me.” 

She back arched in response, pushing herself against me. “Fuck me, please.” 

There’s my submissive…

I held her waist and slammed into her in one go, causing the bed to move with us. Every time she parted her lips to say a word, I pumped faster and harder to the point she could only gasp and pant for more. 

“Marco…I…”

Her breaths were morphed into mere whimpers with the sound of skin slapping against skin. And every time she chased her high, shrieked violently as she came, writhing and trembling, I was convinced with the idea that she was made for me. Aurora and I, we were each other’s storm and peace. 

As the pleasure exploded and I came, her orgasm followed. Our legs finally gave out, and I collapsed on top of her into a giant puddle lingering ecstasy. 

I knew I was lost the night I took her virginity, the night I claimed her body and branded her soul. After that, there was no way back for me. 

Aurora slowly regained her strength and managed to untie her hands from the binds I had put her earlier. Now free, her naked body rolled over and snuggled beside me on the disoriented bed. For the longest time, nothing but gratified silence filled the space between us before she gently kissed me on the lips. 

“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” I almost slurred. 

Her response was in the form of the most beautiful smile as I watched Aurora dragging herself into the bathroom. The glass pane turned hazy, and the sound of water sizzled as my eyelids drooped. 

I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until the phone buzzed, causing me to glance at the bedside table. Viktor had the most inopportune timing when it came to us, but I had to leap in and take the call.

“Yeah.”

“I need you to do something for me,” he skipped the preamble. “Where are you now?”

“Home,” I grunted, getting up. “Why, what happened?”

“There’s a change of plan. I need you to go and meet Giovanni. Dad and I can’t leave home right now. I will send an additional team for backup for the ledger.” Now the urgency in his voice had me worried. The man never missed an important meeting unless the hell froze over. 

“Okay, I got it. But, Viktor, what’s going on?” I asked. 

There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the phone. “It’s Stef…” his voice almost croaked. “He overdosed again.” 

“Fuck.”

“Marco, it’s not looking very good for him…” The concern in his voice worried me to a good measure. Men like us—we don’t panic until the last minute, but then again, family is always the weak spot. 

“You take care of him, and I’ll deal with Giovanni.” 

“Listen, you need to keep him absolutely busy until our men find the electronic ledger,” he directed as I started to get dressed. “Do whatever the fuck it takes but keep him distracted. The asshole has cost us a lot of money already. And if I don’t find the ledger by tonight, it’s going to cost us another few millions.”

“I know.” 

“Thanks. I will text you the details.” The line went dead on the other side just as I heard the soft thud of the bathroom door. And before I saw her, Aurora embraced me from behind. The smell of her body wash permeated in the air as her damp hair brushed over my shoulder. And when her succulent lips pressed over the exact spot where my shoulder met the neck, a grudging moan breaks out of my lips. 

I have no idea how this woman’s touch was so electric against my skin, but my body reacts far quicker than my mind could ever comprehend. 

And as much I hated to untangle her away from me, I had to. 

Turning around, I pulled her closer with a slightly pained expression. And more than anyone else, Aurora knew that it meant business. 

“What’s going on?” she worried as I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. 

“Viktor and Alessandro were supposed to meet Giovanni tonight, but they can’t. So, I have to go and keep him distracted.” 

Her brows pulled together as she straightened in my arms. “Why can’t either of them go?” 

The slight hesitancy in my voice spoke for itself. “Stef overdosed. Again.” 

“Shit.” 

I nodded as she took a step back and handed me the discarded jeans on the floor. “Thanks.”

“Give me a minute to change and then come with you.” 

When she was about to turn away, I grabbed her arms and shook my head. “Aurora, no.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Her eyes widened. “You and I can do…”

I shook my head again and cut her off. “That’s not it. Sammy needs you now. I will drop you off at her place before going to Giovanni’s club. And don’t worry, Viktor is sending a backup team already.” 

Having known her for a while, I knew it was always difficult to change her mind if she had already fixed on something, but there were only a few people she cared for. And one of them was Sammy. 

Her heart and mind warred for a long beat before she let out a resigned sigh and agreed. 

My palms reached out and cupped the sides of her face. “Aurora, I will be back before morning, okay?” 

She was quiet for a moment, almost apprehensive, but all thoughts evaporated when her lips gently touched mine. Aurora moaned slightly and then spoke over my lips. “I don’t know why but it doesn’t feel good, Marco. What if I come and pick you up later?” 

“Sweetheart, I have been to worse places than a nightclub.” 

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