Marcus: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance

by Adams, Evie

  He grabbed it and spun it in his hands, plucked a few notes and put it back down. “It's a shame no one appreciated the banjo. Thank you Sal, I'll see you later.” And Marcus stood up to say goodbye, before Sal was ready to leave, and showed him out.

  “You should stay away from the game.” He told me when he shut the door.

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  “You should know that doesn't work very well on me.”

  “You should know that I mean what I say. You don’t need to hear what these people have to say. And they don't need to hear what you have to say either. Better for both of you.”

  “I'll have you know I'm a fabulous poker player.”

  “Good poker players never describe their game as ‘fabulous’.” He shot back. “Listen, you can go whenever you want, just sit back and be nice, these guys are animals,” He warned as we went into the cabin.

  I was excited, I didn't care. They were about 6 of the scariest men I had ever seen, big fat Paulie, Gianni with the scars on his face, Sal, a few others. They all made room for Marcus and me at the head of the table.

  Sal spoke up as I was about to sit down, “Anna, why not sit over here, next to me, not that I don't trust you two, but we take the game seriously, when Marcus wins like he always does, I don't want anyone to think you were passing him cards.”

  No one said anything or moved for a minute, until Marcus spoke, “She says she's going to beat us all, but okay, whatever you want Sal. She says she's a fabulous player, just like you Sal.”

  Everyone laughed, except Sal, he stood up and made Gianni push over and brought a seat up between them for me.

  “I wanted to thank you for looking after my ma earlier, “ Gianni leaned in and said to me. I had no idea what he was talking about until he added , “Appollonia, Appy, my ma.”

  “Oh, she is a sweetheart, no problem,” I answered, his voice got real soft and endearing when he spoke about his Mom, juxtaposed with the scars on his face, it was an odd sight, a gangster momma's boy.

  “Hey Gianni, stop scaring the poor girl, you almost look like this guy,” Sal held the joker in his hand. He laughed, and Gianni put his head down, then Sal spoke to me again, “So what do you do for work Anna?”

  “Political fundraiser,” I told him.

  “You need college for that?” Another man asked, the first words I heard him say all night.

  “Not really I guess, I went to law school though.”

  “A lawyer?” Sal mused, “We can use more of those.” Everyone laughed.

  “What school?”

  “Rutgers.”

  “Ohh,” exclaimed one of the other men. “That's where your lawyer for the robbery went right Sal?”

  “Yeah, he fucked me on that one, should have hired you.”

  The game passed normally, if these guys were monsters, they didn't show it. Gianni was a sweetheart all game, Sal was helpful, if a little annoying, staring at me, making awkward conversation. We played for an hour or so, and I had all the chips in front of me, all except for the pile in front of Marcus.

  We were the last ones in a hand together, a big pot, everybody had folded after I raised him. He had been sitting quietly for a while now, I thought maybe because Sal was paying so much attention to me, but he seemed off, like he had lost that coolness about him. I re-raised again, and he folded.

  “You should go back to the cabin Anna, you've taken everyone's money.”

  “You still have some,” I answered.

  He was definitely unnerved at this point, I liked to watch him angry like that, knowing there was nothing he could do.

  “I think I'm done anyways, check in on ma,” said Gianni. And the rest of the guys made excuses and left too, until it was just Marcus and I.

  “Told you I was good,” I said as he stared at me, simmering.

  “You're very pleased with yourself aren't you? Don't answer that. Were you not there when I told Sal I'd play in order to lose the money to the guys? Now I have to figure out another way to hand it over. I don't need the money and neither do you, but they do.”

  “I forgot sorry.”

  “Sorry. Are you sorry about flirting with Sal all night too?”

  So that was part of it. “No, I like it when you squirm and lose your cool.” I got up to leave, but he stood up and beat me to the door.

  “You belong to me, you’re mine. You’re behaving like a child, do you know what happens when you behave like a child?”

  “I get punished?” I asked, enthralled by the fierce light of passion in his eyes. I had never seen him like this, and he had never been sexier.

  “Go to the cabin and lay on the bed. Turn out the light and wait for me. If you disobey, you will not like the consequences.”

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  CHAPTER 13

  After tonight, I will be feared.

  I let her sit there and wait for me. I know she followed my orders this time, I could see the glee in her face. She tested me for a reason, she knew the consequences. Wished for them.

  I let her wait. I plan to take my time with her tonight, to teach her pleasure and pain, both are sweeter when they're mixed.

  I enter the cabin and it's dark. For a brief moment I think she's left, escaped. I listen for her breathing, and hear it over the crickets, ever so slightly. It speeds up when I close the door and begin speaking.

  “I've let you down somehow Anna, I haven't shown you how to behave properly, I've been too lax, too kind.”

  There was desire in her eyes, relief in her eyes. Thankfulness that I would not let her act out like that, that I would not let it go unpunished.

  “You belong to me, and I will not let you go.” I walk towards her, she braces herself as if she fears I'll slap her. Good, but I promised I would not.

  I take her by the neck and bend her forward, her palms resting on the bed, and her ass sticking straight out. I would love to caress it and take her, but this isn't about me right now.

  “Your punishment is 5 slaps, if you flinch or make a sound you get 5 more. Understood?”

  She struggled, against me, “What the hell do you. . . “

  SLAP!, my hand comes down fast and hard, and followed by 4 more, she lunges forward, but does not cry out, my hand leaves a red welt in the shape of my palm on her perfect plum of an ass. “If you act like a child you will be disciplined like one, do you understand?”

  She sobs against the bed, but says yes, quietly. I take my hand and gently brush her bottom, the nerve endings are on fire and the blood has rushed to the surface, I know she still feels the pain, but with the pain, she's sensitized to pleasure.

  Oh Christ, I thought, as I nudged her panties aside and felt how wet she was for me. The swollen lips parted for my finger as I dipped inside was enough to make me crazy. She squealed when I shoved her back on the bed, a pout still on her face, but excitement dancing in her eyes, and maybe just a little fear. She wasn’t sure what I was capable of, and neither was I at the moment.

  I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, I yanked her panties down and Anna lifted her ass, spreading her thighs for me in the dim light of the moon across the lake.

  I played with her clit, watching her writhe and squirm, I kissed her lightly on the thighs, moving slowly toward the thing I wanted most. I went slow, she would be begging for it before long. She squirmed on the bed, her pussy visibly swollen already in anticipation. She was begging me, pleading with me, the sound of her cries only making me go slower, driving her crazy. I traced my tongue up the groove of her thigh, skipping across her pussy, hearing her moan, her head thrown back and thrashing on the pillow.

  She moaned and lifted her hips in encouragement. “Please,” she whispered, reaching down to spread herself with her fingers, opening herself to me, my cock throbbed at the thought of being inside of her, but I overcame it. She would have to beg for it.

  My tongue slipped lower between her lips, trailing down to really taste
her. “Oh god,” she gasped, rocking her hips, her toes beginning to curl. Just her saying my name that way, with the low, growly catch in it, filled my whole body with a blinding lust.

  I fastened my mouth to her clit, working my tongue furiously, as eager for her orgasm as she was, Anna was coming, her breasts heaving, belly quivering, her pussy spasming against the wet lap of my tongue.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh my god,” she moaned, rolling her hips from side to side. I couldn’t tell if she wanted more of my tongue or was trying to get away from it. “Marcus, please, I want you. I have to have you.”

  Struggling to sit, she reached for me, and pulled herself towards me, she sucked at my tongue, her hand moving to take hold of my cock and guide me inside. She held onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her mouth never leaving mine. Her eyes locked in mine until they rolled away, out of her control as her head fell back.

  I fucked her. I fucked her without thought or reason, thrusting deep and hard and fast, my cock feeling every delicious ridge and twist and turn of her body, the bed shaking under our weight. Her kiss was hard and fierce and, with the same rhythm I was fucking her to.

  I felt her come under me, her heels digging into the small of my back, her nails raking my shoulders, the sweet flutter of her pussy, clenching my cock, squeezing me. I grabbed her hips, driving in as deep as I could, bottoming out with every thrust, making her squeak delightfully.

  My cock swelled to bursting and then it did, boiling up from base to tip, erupting into the slick, hot sheath of her pussy. Anna made a low noise in her throat as I exploded, almost a purr, sending shivers down my spine as her pussy fluttered and milked my cock.

  I woke up lazily, and found her in bed, thankfully, but scooted over to the other side. She had been magnificent last night, she let herself go and gave herself to me completely, and it felt like I was better than I had ever been too, I let go along with her. We seemed a perfect match physically. And out of the bed, although she was a major pain in my ass, it seemed like we fit well together there too. Looking at her angelic face in the morning light, I even thought briefly of marriage and all the rest, the daydreams of a boy.

  But I had tried that with her once, and I wouldn't give her the chance to reject me again. It was simple like this, when she was safe again, or when I was bored with her, whichever came last, I would send her back and that would be it.

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  CHAPTER 14

  When I woke up Marcus was gone. We never seemed to talk after the sex. I had music on lightly and I was trying to clean the wood stove, getting full of ash, and trying to clean through the conflicting feelings inside me. I was beginning to like it here, the days, and especially the nights.

  But I wasn’t here by choice. I was trapped. That was my problem. I always needed freedom, I was claustrophobic trapped in this cabin, trapped in this life. I needed the choice at least to stay or go.

  I tried to put it all out of my mind, then he came up behind me. Put his arms around my waist and his lips on my neck and it felt so amazing, so safe. And I hated it all the more.

  I shrugged him off and, turned to him, “Get your hands off me,”

  He fell back, surprised, but then smiled and came closer again, wrapping his arms around me and speaking into my ear, “You belong to me, I know you like fighting me off, but it's becoming a little boring isn't it? Why not admit to yourself you want me, your body does, doesn’t it?” He ran a finger down my stomach, and sent a shiver down my spine.

  “I hate you,” I told him, not sure if I meant it anymore.

  “It would be easier if you liked me, but you don't like easy do you?”

  “If you cared for me, you wouldn't keep me prisoner here, if you loved me you wouldn’t do this.”

  “You're here because it's best for you and because I want you here, and you please me. That's all, there'll be no more talk of love and all of those things.”

  “What happens when I no longer please you?” I asked, turning my back on him.

  “I don't think we'll have to worry about that for a while yet, sweet.”

  “You can take any woman, there are plenty I'm sure that would come willing to you, why me and why like this?'

  His eyes narrowed and darkened as he stared at me, turning me to him and holding me against him, “Because no one else has pleased me as much as you. You’re the only one I want right now.”

  “It’s not fair for you to have all the power. It should be up to me to go or stay.”

  “And if it was, what would you choose?”

  “I don’t know.” I told him, honestly.

  “That’s why I won’t let you decide.”

  “I have bills, responsibilities, a life.”

  “All taken care of.”

  “A boyfriend.”

  “Do you really? How many times have you thought of him since you’ve been here?”

  “Still.”

  “Also taken care of, he’s been informed you’re safe and sound. And hasn’t put up much of a fight I take it. You’re free to send a note if you want.”

  “I feel trapped, claustrophobic here, in a one-room cabin.”

  “Want to go out on the lake?” he asked.

  He tried to show me how to start the boat and drive it, but it was so old and it wasn't turn key, push gas, go so I was out of my element. It was pull cord, choke engine, adjust throttle, and maybe more. But it was a beautiful day, sunny, warm breeze, and an excuse to wear a bikini and soak up the sun and watch him in his bathing suit.

  The boat was old, but more 'classic' than run down with age. It seemed like a heavy boat, made of dark mahogany, and didn't get tossed around by the waves at all, “Why the old boat?” I asked, surely they could have new one, easier to handle.

  “It's one we had since I was young, the classics never go out of style.”

  We rode out far from the shore, but it was still just barely visible on the horizon. The other side of the lake, the other shore couldn't be seen, it was a wide expanse of crystal blue water, the sun hit it and it shimmered like ice.

  The fishing poles were in the water and we caught fish almost immediately. “I catch, you clean, I cook, how about that?”

  “I don't know how.”

  “It's real easy, you stick the knife in here, slice like this, and wash out the insides like this, he showed me with the long thin knife, that sliced with ease.

  “I'm not really dressed for cleaning fish.”

  “You could take it off, no one out here but us and I've already seen what you have.”

  “And you gave me these marks.” I answered, without looking at him, they didn't hurt, but they were awful purple marks on my ass.

  “You came to enjoy it though. Pain before pleasure, you know.”

  “It seems all you are is pain.” I was frustrated the way this was going, never a simple day between us. I took it out on the fish, becoming good at gutting them, only because I imagined his face on their bodies, I cut quick through the underside, disemboweling them, the sliced off their heads. He watched me work, I hoped it made him uneasy.

  “It would be easier for you if you admitted you wanted me, that you like how I treat you, that you wouldn't want it any other way.” He came closer, “Admit you like my touch,” he was behind me now, his finger traced a path down my back and sides, down to my ass, near the marks he had placed, I felt he was about to kiss me from behind, and I could barely stand it, barely stand not wanting to fight him off again. “Admit it in the sun, just like you did in the dark.”

  I turned around to yell something at him, I wasn't quite sure what yet, and there he was, right behind me. I was ready to meet those insolent eyes, but they were pain and confusion, he gasped and breathed in and held his stomach. I realized I still had the knife in my hand, and I had cut him deeply in the stomach, blood poured from his gut and pooled on the deck of the boat, he sat back to catch his breath and I rushed towards him, “Oh my god, Marcus, what happe
ned?”

  He reached out and grabbed my hand, “The knife,” he said.

  I still held it tightly, but released it to him when I realized he was trying to shake it out of my hand before I did any more damage.

  “Oh Marcus,” I cried, “Please, start the boat, tell me how to get you back and get some help,”

  He smiled a groggy smile that was infuriating, “Admit you like my touch,” he said.

  “Not now, Christ, you're bleeding to death in the middle of a lake and I can't help you.”