32.Awakening

"Remove your fingers from inside me," I said, my breath hitched, placing my hand over his. With every move he made, he deepened the intense emotional turmoil inside me. I bit my lips hard to suppress a moan, I could taste their saltiness. With the intensity of this passionate moment, I felt a warmth between my lips.

I could feel the warmth pressing on my hips even more. As he pressed against me, I noticed my pulse quickening and my body heating up.

As his lips moved gently but firmly from my earlobe down to my neck, my eyes closed. When he thrust his third finger hard inside me, I felt a sudden tension throughout my body.

"Marco," I said, my voice trembling. This wasn't just a tremor caused by fear or anxiety, it was also the result of excitement and uncertainty building up somewhere inside me. I lifted myself on my toes as if fighting against gravity. I felt an intense tingling in every corner of my body, as if millions of tiny feet were nudging me gently, as if I was electrified.

"I want to enter you," Marco said, not trying to hide the desire and passion in his voice. As he pressed his teeth into my neck, he was marking me like an animal.

"No! I'm not going to sleep with you," I said, rejecting his desire with the determination in my voice.

"We're already making love, my wife. I want to enter you, to lose myself in your depths," Marco said, his insistence and passion intensifying in his voice.

"Stop calling me your wife," I said in an angry voice. This word meant he was claiming me, and I was uncomfortable with this situation.

"Maybe you should learn to call me your husband then," Marco said, his fingers quickening their rhythm. This showed he was trying to take control, and it angered me even more.

His lips stayed still on my neck for a while. His deep breaths from his nose filled my ears while his fingers were still inside me.

"You're angry at me." This wasn't a question, it was a complete situation assessment.

"I knew you were smart enough to figure that out," I said in a mocking voice.

"You started this, Sofia. You put dynamite under all my plans and blew them up without mercy," he said. Yes, I started this, but I didn't think the man I knew as a model would suddenly become the heir to one of Italy's largest families. This was completely ridiculous. One moment I found myself on Marco's shoulder, the next I was under his huge body in bed. And when all of this overwhelmed me and I fainted, I was at my wedding.

"A kiss shouldn't have cost this much," I said, taking a step away from him. I turned completely to him. Warm water was still pouring over our heads.

"Wrong word, my wife. You're going to make love with me, you just don't intend to fuck. But I'm not going to stay away from you either. I'll be satisfied with your whole body if I can't enter you."

"I'm angry with you, Marco"

"I'm angry with you too."

"You threatened me with my mother"

"You ruined my ten-year plan. You made me look gay. Besides, I didn't think you'd be so naive and believe it. Especially believing me without calling your mother was ridiculous." As the harsh truth hit my face again like a slap, I raised my hand and slapped him hard on the cheek. As his head swung to the side, I didn't take my eyes off his.

"I guess I'm going to keep getting slapped until you forgive me. Let's see then," he said, his hand going down to his manhood.

"What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? As you can see, sweetheart, I need to satisfy myself. Of course, if you want to do it with those small lips of yours, I won't say no," he said.

Had a real devil entered this man?

"You can only dream of it," I said as I stepped out of the shower. As I took the towel from the side and wrapped it around my body, Marco was leaning his hand on the wall, his head bowed, pleasuring himself. As his moaning sounds filled my ears, I quickly escaped from the bathroom. If I had listened to his voice a little longer, I would have done exactly what he said. I would take him in my mouth and suck him until he begged.

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the weight of my body; as if all my energy had been taken away, leaving behind intense fatigue. It took me a few seconds to open my eyes, because my eyelids felt like they were made of lead. At first, I couldn't see clearly; everything was blurry and indistinct.

I felt a strange pallor on my skin, dryness on my lips. The deep lines on my face were a reflection of the fatigue and the hardships I had endured. I could feel my hair was disheveled and sticky, but I didn't have the strength to lift my arm to fix it.

“Bella, my love,” I saw Leonardo when my vision cleared completely.

“You're finally awake,” he said, lifting my hand to his lips. Finally! How many days had I been sleeping? Why was I here? What had happened last? My head was a mess. I didn't even have the energy to talk. As my eyes closed again, I fell asleep once more.

There were noises. When I opened my eyes this time, I was in a different place. I turned my head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the sound.

“Isabelle, you're finally awake,” Sofia hugged me, crying.

“How many days have I been sleeping?”

“It's been five days today, Bella. I was so scared you wouldn't wake up,” she said.

“What happened to me, Sofi? I don't remember anything. Where is Leo?” I asked curiously. Where was he? Why wasn't he by my side when I woke up. A sharp pain pierced my head and a moan escaped from my lips.

“Don't tire yourself out. The doctor said you would be taken to a normal room, so he said he had work to do and would be back soon.”

“Tell the doctor she woke up,” Marco came over to me and held my hand, smiling.

“I'm glad you're okay, Bella. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to handle this witch by myself.”

“Go away, Moretti.”