Aria
He never appreciates anything I do I mean god how could someone be as arrogant as him? He's never to blame but I am, everything went as planned but no he just has to make a mountain out of a molehill.
I greet the receptionist as I walk in the hotel, making my way to my room. I don't have time for his bullshit right now.
I open the door to my suite, attempting to close the door behind me but a hand stops it. I turn around alarmingly to defend myself by throwing a punch but the person slaps my hand away and pins me to the nearby wall.
"Marco what the hell are you doing" I ask him and he tightens his hold on my neck, the coldness caused by the rings around his fingers.
"You seriously walked away from-"
"No stop this bullshit, you just always find a way to blame me don't you?!" I break his grip from my neck and push him away from me
"I mean fuck we are in this whole mess because of you always getting side tracked this is why I told you to stand down but no, defy me all you want because Aria knows best!" He steps closer to me
"What the fuck could that possibly mean by that, just face it you don't trust me and that's your problem!" I step closer
"You know what my problem is? Feeling the need to kill anybody that lays a hand on you, I hate you because you make me feel things no one else has ever made me feel, watching hands that aren't mine give you pleasure" he says with every step inching closer to me
"You say that as if you don't fuck every single person that lays a hand on you! You think you can control me, do whatever you want but no" I pause "I hate you, I hate you so much, You don't own me Marco and you never will" I inch closer to him as if that was even still possible
"You say that but your body tells a different story" he rasps
"I. Hate. You" I repeat, his gaze fly down to my lips as if considering whether to kiss me or not
"Say it again" he whispers, his gaze still fixated on my lips, the room filled with heavy breaths of ours
"I said I ha-" was all that left my lips before his soft ones came crashing down on mine. Butterflies in my stomach erupts as he dips his tongue in my mouth. His arms circles my waist to push my body onto his and I let out a moan.
He kisses me with fervour, needy and wanting more. He withdraws from the kiss, leading a path down my neck. His fingers fly to my cover up on my chest, "can I take this off" he asks quietly
"Mhm" I respond, unable to form words with my mouth, he rips off the gems which makes me gasp. He leans down to squeeze my ass, making me bite down a moan. He lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his torso and he kicks the door shut, making his way to the bed.
He tosses me on the bed and I quickly get on my knees to unbutton his shirt.
"So fucking needy" he says between kisses, he breaks apart to toss the shirt aside and my hand flies to his belt. His hand grasps mine to help me unbuckle it faster.
"Lay on your back" he says and I fall back without objection. He hovers onto me, his chain dangling in front of my face.
"You have no idea how much I've refrained myself from fucking you these past months, and don't think I didn't notice you teasing me earlier" his hand rests on my stomach, thumbs tugging underneath the hem of my bra.
He kisses down the centre of my chest and on top the fabric, before looking up for permission to get rid of it.
I nod and he instantly rips it off my body as well. He takes a moment to study my body along side the tattoo between my breast, "so fucking beautiful" he mutters, lowering his head down to kiss between my breast and make his way down to my core
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~His Weakness~
Action"Take one more step and I won't hesitate to shoot you" I say, still aiming the gun at him "Then shoot, I dare you" he says taking a step closer to me, the next thing I know he latching his lips onto mine. It takes me a second To realize what was go...
