Zoey p. o. v
Marco was not home when I arrived, I guess he went about his business. It was just Camila and Isabella settling in, in their rooms.
Rebecca has gone home, as we had discussed earlier in the plane, and she will be here tomorrow morning to taking touring around Italy.
Something I am excited about, I can’t wait to tour the place people can’t shut up about.
A maid led me to my room, it was already past six, so I decided to take my bath.
I am still full when they came to call me down for dinner, and fatigue, all I wanted to do was just laying on the bed and embrace the sleep that has been calling out my name.
“Zoey, it’s past ten already, we should go to bed.” Camilla yawn, trying to fight off the sleep.
“Yeah, I think Marco is going to come home late today.” Isabella supported immediately, both of them are exhausted from the long trip but are too stubborn to go and rest.
Saying they want to accompany me.
“You two need to rest, don’t forget I just woke up not too long ago.” They couldn’t sleep rest because of excitement, touring the house.
I learned from them that Marco recently build this the mansion. It was beautiful and jaw-dropping mansions, like those from the movies.
Made with brick pillars and glass, the interior is just out of the world. It’s my style of interiors, things I would put in my apartment if I had actually acquired one, but these are lots more standard.
“I will be fine here, I promise to go to sleep if he’s not back by 11.” I assured them.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Alright then, goodnight.” They gave me a hug before leaving.
I turn on TV to a random channel to distract myself, I reduced the volume to a minimum as to not disturb others sleep.
I said was going to bed if Marco isn’t here until 11, I lied, I don’t have any plans of leaving this place until Marco comes.
Marco had left the restaurant angrily, and it was my fault, I have called him countless time, but he won’t pick up.
I don’t know what he does when he’s angry, or worst like Matthew has hinted creating havoc.
I didn’t realize when I fell asleep on the couch, I felt being carried, that’s when I float back to consciousness. My gaze fell on Marco’s strong and sharp jaw, the stubble that him a different look.
I was inching to touch it, and I did, rubbing my fingertips over the beards. That brought his attention to me, looking down at me, more like glaring.
“You are back.” I circle my hands around his neck.
He didn’t answer me immediately, climbing a couple of stairs before he replied.
“Silly, why did you stay up this late.” He grunts.
“I was waiting for you to come home.” I frown, that’s not been silly, I was thoughtful. “I miss you.” I buried my face into his warm thick chest, it was hard but soft at the same time.
I rub my face on his chest, and placed a kiss on his clothed chest. I felt him shudder a reaction, his body grew tensed.
Marco, open the door to our room with his leg and closed it behind with the same leg.
“Go to sleep.” He pecks me on the forehead and made to leave. I quickly held him down, by wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Don’t go, I want you.” I purred, giving him my best seductive eyes.
I am super horny right now, that wants to take me harder than he has ever done.
“I’m still very much upset, and I don’t want to you.” Marco groan, trying to lift himself up, but I pulled him back down onto my body.
His hard chest was pressed against my boobs, while his clothed groin made contact with my pu**y.
I grind on him, feeling his hardness already. Marco held my waist, stopping my movements.
“I will be aggressive, not the soft, sweet loving making you’re used to.” He warned, I gaze up at him in a more seductive manner.
I rolled my hips into his in a way his member was completely aligning my clit.
“I don’t want you to go soft on me.” I bite the lips, bringing them out painfully slow.
“You ask for it.” That was the last warning I got before Marco flipped me over.
He tore my gown in halves, my panties followed suit.
The smack on my butt came crashing, I gasped both in pain and more of pleasure as his other fingers were on my pussy.
“Would you ever flirt with another man again?” The question came with a harsher smack.
I moan in response, which earn me another smack.
“Use your words.” smack.
“No.” I gritted out, too focused on the fingers going in and out of my pu**y, while his thumb drew a circle on my clitoris.
“No daddy, say it.” Another smack.
“No daddy.” I slurred.
“Fuck this shit.” He brought me up on fours and slam his tongue into me. All hell break loose as I went limb from overdrive of pleasure.
It was something out of the world for me, a fucking shooting star for me.
“Oh my God.” I screamed, not caring who heard me.
He spread my legs even wide allowing himself more access, he sucks and lick on my pu**y. My legs shaking as I was bringing to feel the pressure coming, I knew I was close, and I was ready to release all the pent-up pressure.
But.
He stopped, he literally stopped. Leaving me hanging with sliding through my clit, disappearing before I could savor the feeling.
“Don’t cum yet.” He commanded, that was when I knew I was in for a long ride.