Theressa had tried all her best to get out of the car, to stop Kayden from driving as she wanted to return back, to return to Marcelo to ensure he was safe.
“He’s going to be fine,” George tried to assure her. That wasn’t enough, his usual soft and gentle voice was no way enough to calm her down.
She wanted no. She needed to see that Marcelo was not hurt.
She pleaded, pleaded, pleaded, pleaded for Kayden and Marcelo to take her back.
It was her fault she had let one of Marcelo’s enemies in, she had opened the door of chaos all because of her selfish reasons, for her stupid feelings.
It was all her fault.
They had reached Marcelo’s mansion and Theressa had accepted the fact she wouldn’t be able to fix what she had done, she can only hope and pray Marcelo comes back without getting hurt. She wouldn’t be able to live knowing something happened to Marcelo all because of her.
“I know I’ve said this a lot but I think you need to calm down, Marcelo isn’t one to be taken unawares neither is he one to die in the hands of those chickens” George stated, he was saon one couches while Theressa paced around, her body restless, her heart beating fast, losing its rhythm, hand shaking, her mind, a whirlwind of thoughts.
“He’s going to be done with them sooner than you expect” George continued. Theressa wanted to believe George’s words, she wanted to believe that George is calm because he knows the end as he stated but she couldn’t, she needed to be there, with Marcelo to not feel this way.
Theressa was lost in thoughts, her body leading to a space, a space she was certain to get comfort, a space she could feel Marcelo’s presence.
Before she could realize it she was standing in front of his room. She was his secretary not his lover and definitely not his fiancée, she shouldn’t be going in but Theressa was desperate, needy for comfort, needy for reassurance and so she got in.
Slowly, her legs took her inside. She swallowed.
Her bare feet taking in the cold from the clean tiles. Her eyes roamed around the room, her steps slow as she counted every step she took. The room was void of Marcelo’s presence but filled with his scents and unknowingly to her, her tensed nerves had begun to calm down. Marcelo’s scent had spread through her body.
She walked towards the large glass window that displayed the forest trees. The trees that hid Marcelo’s beautiful mansion.
Theressa was drained, her body, her mind. She had made her way to Marcelo’s bed, recalling how they had cuddled that night. She clutched onto the pillow that held the scent from Marcelo’s shampoo, the scent that she loves so much.
Her eyes slowly, closing up as she got lost in his scent. She had fallen into a deep sleep, her dreams taking her back to the event of the day, the attack, Joe pointing a gun at Marcelo, her being forced out and leaving him all by himself.
.
.
.
Time had passed without Theressa knowing, she was too lost in the dream world to notice a presence, to notice someone walking inside the room, too lost in her dreams to hear the door lock and hear the curtain to the large window close, too lost in her nightmare to notice the bed dip as someone made their way to lay beside her.
Theressa could only sense a presence when she felt his touch, those leather gloves caressed her cheeks, tucking her left out strands of her hair behind her ears.
“Marcelo” she whispered softly, her eyes splitting open to meet the gaze of the man that made her feel a rush of emotions.
Before she could think, warm lips had made it to hers, shutting her up. It was unexpected, sudden, unreal. She refused to shut for the next few seconds as she registered what was going on. Marcelo, her boss, the heartless mafia was kissing her. His warm lips were entangled with hers. Slowly Theressa gave in, her stiff nerves released as she gave in to the kiss.
Their eyes shut close as they let their lips move like they were made for eachother, fitting and moving just the right way.
Theressa was over the moon, Marcelo was kissing, was kissing…her.
Her mind screamed, her heart was beating so fast, so fast it lost rhythm, so fast she could hear it between the slurpy sounds from their passionate kiss.
Theressa’s insides turned in excitement, butterflies flying around her insides as every one of her nerves felt the tingles.
They kissed like the day was their last, like they were scared that once the daylight comes they will be forced to break from each other , like the world was about to end and it was their last moment together. Neither of them wanted to let go.
Marcelo sucked hard on her lips, shoving his tongue as they fought for dominance which Theressa gave up easily. Marcelo explored Theressa’s warm mouth with his tongue, gracing every part. His hands covered with leather gloves rubbed each part of Theressa’s body. The only sounds that filled the room were slurpy sounds and the tiny moans that escaped Theressa’s throat. Marcelo made his way to her neck, sucking hard on her milky skin leaving love marks, Theressa winced at the painful but pleasurable feeling.
Marcelo had lifted his gaze to meet Theressa’s whose lips were swollen after their long kissing section.
“You really missed me that much to sleep in my room” Marcelo muttered. His voice is deep and yet soft all together, his voice seduced Theressa.
Slowly, Marcelo positioned himself on top of Theressa , his gaze never swaying away from her.
“Answered me kitten” Marcelo whispered, his breath lingering on Theressa’s lips.
“Yes” Theressa managed to choke out, holding herself from pulling Marcelo down and smashing their lips together.
Marcelo smirked as he went down on Theressa, kissing her belly button through the gray silk dress.
“Take off your dress” Marcelo ordered as he laid back on the bed giving Theressa the chance and space to take it off.
Theressa was nervous, though Marcelo had once seen her half naked, it was different. She loves him, and her heart and recognized that feeling.
She did as Marcelo ordered getting off the bed as she moved over to the glass window slowly and seductively.
She untied the rope behind the dress slowly, letting the clothes fall to her feet as Marcelo’s gaze never left hers. Theressa was so nervous everything she did at that moment seemed wrong. She feared her heart would burst out of her chest soon.
And she feared Marcelo could read her mind, the whirlwind of thoughts that would make her seem nervous and so she bit down on her lower lip, hoping the pain could stop her from thinking.
Marcelo stood from the bed slowly approaching Theressa as his gaze was fixed on her lips. His hand gently stroked her lips “stop biting on it” Marcelo stated, Theressa couldn’t tell if he was pleading but his voice, his voice, his voice.
Her knees were weak at his whispers. His eyes were soft as he bent to smash their lips together once more.
Theressa was almost naked. She was left with her lace red bra and red panties. Marcelo didn’t miss the opportunity to trace his hands across her slender waist, her collarbones down to her arms. Theressa moaned into the kiss as Marcelo fumbled her boobs and ass.
Words couldn’t explain the excitement Theressa was feeling at that moment. She was desperately in need of Marcelo, she wanted to rip off the clothes from Marcelo that obstructed her from feeling him, from feeling the whole of him.
Theressa was panting the minute they separated from their deep kiss, a string of saliva still linking them together.
“What do you want Kitten?” Marcelo questioned, his tone firm as he gave Theressa a chance to decide. To which she ceased, her gaze fixed on Marcelo as she came to a conclusion.
“I want you to fuck me”