Savage Mafia King (Vicious Heirs #3)

Chapter Nine—Marcus

"You're sure that was the name the girls on campus gave you?"

She nods as I pace back and forth in front of her, trying to wrap my head around everything that has just happened. When I woke up that morning and found her missing from the bed next to me, I assumed the worst. But with a text from her waiting on my phone, I was able to soothe myself with the knowledge that she just headed out to campus to continue her studies. I probably should have been focused on the same thing, but after what happened, college is the last thing on my mind.

And now, she walks in here, saying the name of one of the guys who works at my gambling nights, one of the very same guys who was on duty when we went out together, actually. It's fucked up. Is he involved in this, somehow? Was he the person who caused the cash to turn up short?

"Yeah, I'm sure it was him," she replies. "And my brother texted me a list of people who work at the restaurant. His name was among them. There's no denying it. He's been working for my family, and he knows more about us than he should."

I shake my head. "I don't get it," I mutter. "Why would he be so interested in us?"

"He's working for both our families," she points out. "And he knows that I stayed the night here last night. He got to campus early enough to spread the news about it to anyone who would listen. We need to be careful. He could be watching us right now."

I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the thought. It's not so much him invading my privacy that bothers me so much, no. It's the thought that he might be watching her. I feel a swell of possessiveness take control of me at the mere notion of another man laying eyes on her. She belongs to me. Well and truly. And I'm not going to let anyone get close to her.

"I'm going to get guards on the doors, 24/7. Anyone coming, anyone going, we're going to know about it, alright?"

She gazes up at me. I can tell she wants to believe me, but there's a part of her that doubts me. So I need to prove myself to her, to leave no shadow of a doubt in her mind about what I'm capable of and how far I'll go to make sure she gets what she needs.

I pull her into my arms and press my face into her neck, breathing in the scent of her. I want to lose myself here, just for a moment. I want to forget about everything else that has been going on, forget about the tension and fear and questions that won't stop running through our minds and focus on us, for a moment.

Her hands slide up my back, and she pulls me close. I close my eyes as she speaks softly.

"I thought all of this was supposed to be fake."

I pull back. "Is it fake? To you?"

She pauses for a moment, then shakes her head. "No," she whispers. "It's not... it's not fake. What happened yesterday, I couldn't have faked that, Marcus. Sleeping next to you, it's the safest I've felt in a long time, and I..." She trails off.

I brush a strand of hair away from her face, silently urging her to go on. "And?"

"And I want more," she confesses, finally meeting my gaze. "I want... I want you. All of you."

That's all I need to hear. I sink my mouth against hers, wrapping my arms around her tight, squeezing her near to me and letting myself get lost to the desire that I denied myself yesterday. As she moans against my mouth, her tongue meeting mine, I can already feel my cock starting to swell.

She brushes her fingers down to the top of my pants, and I draw in a sharp breath. I can see her chest rising and falling quickly as she takes in the sight of my cock pressed against my pants, the outline of my hardness obvious.

"I wanted to wake you up this morning," she admits, trailing her finger along the length of me through my pants. I groan, even that bare touch enough to turn me on.

"I wanted... I wanted to show you how much I wanted you then. But I was too nervous. I didn't know if you would want more, or if..."

I catch her face in my hands, tilting her to look up at me. "You really had to question how much I wanted you?" I murmur. I grab her hand, pressing it flat against my cock so she can feel me, just like I did in my dream. "This much. This is how much I fucking want you, Isabella."

And before she has a chance to respond, I kiss her again, backing her toward the bedroom. She's still wearing that dress from the day before, but I need her naked, now. Before I push her onto the bed, I find the zip along the back and tug it down, the fabric falling away and exposing her perfect body to me for the first time.

"Holy hell, Isabella," I murmur as she stands before me in nothing but a pair of panties. "You're so fucking perfect..."

I push her down, drawing one of her nipples into my mouth, letting my teeth catch at her slightly. She gasps, squirms, but doesn't pull back. She likes it rough. Has she ever had it like this before?

I'm going to show her just what she's been missing.

I unzip my pants as I climb on top of her, kicking them off just enough so that I can draw my cock into my hand. Her legs spread, and I pull her panties to the side, getting a glimpse of her perfect pussy once more. She's glistening with wetness for me already, and I can imagine just how good she's going to feel around my cock.

"You want me to fuck you?" I ask her as I draw myself close to her pussy. Her thighs part wider, and she moans, unable to quite put into words how much she needs this.

"Tell me, Isabella," I order her.

I rub my tip against her pussy, letting her feel just how much I want her, making sure she knows how well I'm going to fuck her, just as soon as she gives me the go-ahead. She whines, squirming before me, all that sorority girl snootiness gone from her. Right now, she's just a woman who wants to feel my cock inside of her, and I'm going to give that to her, just as soon as she asks.

"Tell me." My words are heavier now, leaving less room for argument.

Finally, she manages to get the words out. "I want you... I want to feel you inside of me..."

Hearing those filthy words escape her lips is all I need to drive me forward. I press myself against her slit and, in one long motion, drive myself into her up to the hilt.

She breathes out a curse, wrapping her arms around me as I lower myself down on top of her and let her feel my full length inside of her. She's so tight, I have to slow myself slightly before I go over the edge on the spot. All this tension, all this waiting, and it's hard to deny myself now I have her right where I want her. She pushes her hand through my hair again, gazing into my eyes, and I kiss her as I hold my cock inside of her, just letting her enjoy the sensation of it for a moment.

And then, I begin to fuck her.

The sounds she makes as I drive myself inside of her, it's enough to light up every nerve ending in my body. She feels so good, but more than that, knowing I've gotten the queen bee of campus to give herself to me like this, to practically beg for the feeling of my cock inside of her, it's hot in ways I didn't even think were possible.

She hooks her ankles around my calves, pulling me into her passionately. She cups her hands around my face, gazing up at me, and I can see a darkness in her eyes that I've never seen before, a darkness I can already tell I'm going to be addicted to. The sight of her like this, the need in her face, I could lose myself to this for days, and all I want right now is to make her come again. If doing it with my mouth felt as good as it did, I can only imagine how perfect it will be when she climaxes around my cock.

I shift my weight forward slightly so that I'm grinding against her clit with every thrust. I can hear the little moans of pleasure that are escaping her lips with every movement, and I know it's not going to take much more to push her over the edge. Her hands rake down the back of my neck, across my back, digging into my skin. I can imagine her waking up next to me this morning, looking over at me and wanting me, and the thought of it sends another start of pleasure through my system.

She wants me. She wants me just as much as I want her.

With one last thrust, I feel myself go over the edge, the pleasure more than I can take. And it's that which makes her come. I feel her pussy clench around my cock, the throbbing rush of pleasure drawing a gasp from between her lips as she digs her nails into me, so hard I'm sure they will leave marks.

But I want her to leave marks. I want her to show me how much she wants me, I want to feel it, just the way she feels it when I fuck her like this. Her body shudders beneath me, and she clings to me, pressing herself into me like she never wants there to be an inch of distance between us ever again.

Slowly, as I hold myself inside of her still-throbbing pussy, I turn my head and kiss her. I can feel her breath coming hard and fast still as she returns back to earth, right there in my arms. I'm buried deep inside of her, holding myself there, unwilling to break this connection between us—unwilling to let anything come between her and me.

Finally, I pull back from her, and she lets out a little giggle. She sounds almost dreamy, far removed from the serious girl I've known all this time.

"I don't think I've ever been fucked like that in my life," she says as she looks over at me, her cheeks flushed pink.

She looks younger in this moment than I've ever seen her, almost carefree, as though the pleasure has been enough to lift the weight of everything that's happened from her head for a while. I can't resist kissing her again before I flop down onto the bed beside her.

She snuggles against me at once, hooking her leg over mine possessively. I slip my arm around her and pull her against my chest. I have no idea what the fuck happens now, but as long as she's here with me, maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe we can handle all of that somewhere down the line, when the real world insists on causing trouble again.

But before I can get too comfortable like that, my phone buzzes. I let out a groan and reach over to check it. And skimming through the message that I've just received, my heart drops.

"What is it?" Isabella asks as she lifts her head from the bed, sensing that something is wrong.

I shake my head. "It's... it's my cousin, Giovanni," I mutter. "He's been hurt. I'm sorry, Isabella, I need to get out of here and check on him."

"Hurt? What do you mean, hurt?"

"I don't know anything more than that," I reply, and I lean over to kiss her. "I have to go. You stay here, you'll be safe in my apartment. Don't go anywhere else, okay?"

She grips my arm tightly, like she wishes I didn't have to go, but it's not as though I have a choice.

"Stay safe," she whispers to me, and she kisses me again. For a moment, I think about blowing off my cousin, telling him to take care of himself and staying here with her. But I can't let that happen. I have to check in on him. He's my family, and right now, my family might be the only people left in the world I can trust.

Apart from the woman I've left in my bed.