Текст книги "Dirty Little Secrets"

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Chapter Eleven

Marco’s lips crashed down on hers as her back slammed into the wall. He grabbed her arms and pressed them above her head. His kiss was greedy. Passionate.

Ava’s heart galloped. What have I gotten myself into?

With his free hand, Marco grabbed her face in a forceful grip. His tongue licked her bottom lip. Ava felt like she’d been electrocuted. He held her firm. She could tell that he was used to being in control. And she didn’t like that. Her natural inclination was to show him who was boss. As she tried to move, Marco held her in place.

So that’s the way he wants to play it. Ava bit down softly on his lip.

He growled, before taking a step back. His breathing was heavy as his eyes bored into hers.

She smiled. “Is there a problem?”

“You’re fighting me for control.”

“I was under the impression, that this weekend was all about you giving me what I want.”

“It is, but a woman like you is always in control. Why not relinquish that in the bedroom?” he asked. He pressed himself against her.

She could feel the firm evidence of his arousal. “And what do you know about a woman like me?”

“All of the women at Gina’s party are wealthy, successful, independent… Used to being in control. I assume you’re no different.”

“You got that right.”

“Well then?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to answer the question? Or am I going too deep?” he pressed.

Ava reached out, allowing her fingers to trail across his bare chest. “I’ve never met a man who made me want to submit in the bedroom.”

His pink lips split into a grin. Without another word, Marco grabbed her and scooped her up into his arms.

Ava’s eyes stretched wide as he carried her down the short hallway that opened up into a small living room. She barely noticed it as he moved quickly down another small hallway that lead to a large master bedroom. She had never seen anything like this on a cruise ship. The bed was set on a bronze wire frame. Intricate tangles of the frame showcased the creator’s artistic flair. Marco tossed her onto the bed.

“Hey,” Ava protested.

“Hush.”

He pulled her towards the end of the bed and knelt. She lay perfectly still as he dragged her dress up over her hips. Her black lace panties were now directly in his eyesight. His fingers caressed the wet spot her treacherous body had created on the material.

“I love a woman whose body knows what it wants.”

Ava didn’t say a word. He chuckled and then his thumbs grasped the top of her panties. Slowly, he eased them down, his eyes never leaving hers. Ava swallowed. Goosebumps rose on her arms. With amazing dexterity Marco removed the black lace without once catching it on the heels of her shoes.

Suddenly, shyness threatened to overwhelm her. She was lying on the bed, legs spread open letting a stranger have an up close and personal view of a place only her late husband had seen. She shuddered.

“Cold? Don’t worry. I’ll warm you right up.”

He smiled then. A full smile that showed his pearly white teeth, before he opened his mouth and showed her his tongue. She was sure he could see her shocked expression. Ava waited, trying to control the trembling that was threatening to seize her limbs. He’s toying with me. He knows I’m nervous already and he’s just prolonging this. He grinned as if he heard her thoughts and then with deliberate slowness he bent his head. Ava’s body tensed. Marco’s lips brushed across her wet nether lips. Again he did it, the softness of his lips teasing the bud between her legs that pulsed wantonly.

Then his lips were kissing her there. Slowly. Tenderly. Repeatedly. Ava grew wetter and then frustrated. His soft, featherlike kisses against her felt wonderful. Joseph had never bothered to try anything like this. But she wanted more.

“Please…”

Marco stopped and then looked up at her. Then he ran his tongue across her clit.

A moan escaped her lips, before she could censor her desire.

Marco did it again. He watched her. Unnerved, Ava closed her eyes. His tongue moved against her, licking over the bud that was sending waves of aching desire through her whole body. Her nipples were tight, as if someone had pinched them into hard points. She couldn’t contain her groan when Marco spread her open wider and began licking her from front to back. She was wet now. So wet. His tongue moved against the slickness of her. Ava grabbed his hair for an anchor and she began to move against him, rubbing herself against his moving tongue.

Marco’s hand tightened on her leg, pressing hard into her flesh, but Ava didn’t care. The friction of her grinding and his licking was setting her body on fire. She could feel it. The ember of desire that he’d stoked with his kiss rushing towards a full-fledged inferno. An orgasm. The forbidden friend she’d never been acquainted with as much as she’d liked, was finally about to make a much-needed appearance.

“Faster, Marco.”

Both of his hands squeezed her thighs as she rocked against him, faster and faster. Ava could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead. So close. She moved with a fervor, the trickle of wetness running down her leg. And then it hit. Ava’s thighs shook and her back arched from the bed as the orgasm exploded between her legs, sending shockwaves all over her body. But Marco hadn’t stopped his ministrations. His mouth lapped at her with eager intent tasting everything her body had to offer. The waves of pleasure continued to roll and then slowly, it faded until Ava’s trembling body lay spent on the bed.

She released her grip on Marco’s hair and stared at him. He met her eyes and kissed her there again briefly before he rose from his knees. He loomed over her. She could see the faint moistness of her desire on his lips. He winked and then licked it away. Ava could feel the start of a new throbbing between her legs. She lay replete as Marco leaned down over her.

“Did you enjoy that?” Marco whispered.

“Yes.”

“I enjoyed it as well. And I think it is going to be a true privilege to service you this weekend.”

Marco’s lips met hers. His tongue forced its way inside her mouth and she could taste herself. She grabbed his face and kissed him harder, trying to pull him down on top of her. A knock at the door broke the spell. Ava let him go and sat up.

“Looks like our food is here. Don’t worry, bella. We have plenty of time,” Marco said.

With an unhurried stride, he left the bedroom. Ava’s hands shook as she pulled her dress down to cover her nakedness. The foreplay she’d just experienced with Marco would’ve sent her to her knees if she’d been standing up. She wondered if she could handle a whole weekend of this. She had no idea, but if what Marco had just done was a sample of his skills, then she was in for an orgasm-filled weekend. It was about damn time.

Chapter Twelve

Ava stared at the carts stretched out in front of them. She was ashamed to admit that where once those carts had been quite laden with food, there were now barely crumbs left. Apparently foreplay not only increased her appetite, but her companion’s as well.

He sat beside her in the small living room of their suite, unhurriedly eating a cupful of gelato. She watched him bring the spoon up to his mouth, sucking the sweet cream off it. She saw the hint of his tongue as he pulled the spoon from his lips. Her inner muscles clinched, remembering what he’d done to her with his tongue less than half an hour ago. A groan escaped her throat. Marco’s eyes found hers.

“Something wrong?” he asked before bringing the spoon back up to his lips.

She watched riveted as he licked the gelato from the spoon, before deciding to suck it clean. He was toying with her, and it was working. In her panty-less state she was well aware of the throbbing between her thighs. But he didn’t need to know that. Pasting on a confident smile, Ava shook her head. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“I thought I heard you make a noise.”

“That was just me trying to stifle my inner fat kid. I’m stuffed.”

Marco chuckled. “You did enjoy everything, didn’t you?”

Ava raised a brow. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I just hope your appetite for me is just as healthy.”

Marco continued to eat his gelato, but Ava was done with food. Rising from her seat, she sashayed across the room to where he sat. Grabbing another spoonful of gelato, he looked up at her as she approached. His black eyes were unreadable. Before she lost her nerve, Ava placed her hands against the back of the chair he was sitting in and straddled his lap. His mouth curved into a smile. He put his cup and spoon on the end table beside him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want me to leave?”

“I would think me being in your lap answers that question for you.”

Ava put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her tongue dove into his mouth, tasting the hint of chocolate gelato he’d just been eating. Marco’s lips moved against hers eagerly. One of his hands slid down her body to the hem of her dress. As he kissed her harder, he pulled the fabric of the dress above her waist. Ava’s body trembled as the coolness of the air hit her bare skin. Her body ached. She managed to hold back her scream as his finger caressed her slit.

“Wet for me again?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes.”

Their kisses became more frenzied, even as he caressed her secret place with more languidness. She wanted him to touch it. To devote all his attention to it like he’d done before. She pressed herself against the hand that pleasured her. Just that brief contact had her panting against his mouth.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

She stopped her kisses and looked into his eyes. He wanted her to say it. To ask for what she wanted. Even as her mind recoiled at the thought of asking a man for anything, her body reminded her that it didn’t care. Pleasure is pleasure, Ava. Just tell him what you want. There’s no shame in it. She took a deep breath.

“Touch me down there.”

His hand moved between her legs. Slowly his thumb ran up and down her swollen bud of pleasure. “Like this?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she panted.

Her need grew stronger as he rubbed and caressed her. In desperation she pressed herself more fully into his hand.

“Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”

Ava moaned. No. She wasn’t going to say it. No. Not on Marco’s life. His eyes turned hard.

“You’re not going to tell me you like it? Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Please don’t.”

Ava was close to tears. Her passion was rising. She wanted this. This orgasm that threatened to be just as powerful as the last one he’d given her.

“Then answer me. Do you like this? Do you want more of this?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Good. Then I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for.”

Before Ava could process his words, Marco was lifting her from his lap and laying her on the arm of the chair. Quickly he leaned over and took her into his mouth. Ava’s arousal crept from between her legs as the sounds of his suckling made her wetter and wetter. She clutched his head, pressing his face into her wet mound. As he feasted on her bud, Ava rocked against him.

She cried out. The force of the orgasm rocked her body, making her nearly fall off the arm of the sofa. She lay exhausted. Closing her eyes she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was threatening to leap from her chest if she didn’t get her breathing under control.

“Get it together, baby. We’re not done yet.”

Ava opened one eye to see Marco reaching for her. He grabbed her, forcing her to return to the position she was just in, straddling his waist. Only this time there was a new player in the game. His thick shaft stood up, strong and unbreakable. Quickly he put on a condom.

She felt weightless as he lifted and lowered her slowly onto the hard length of him. Inch by inch she slid over him. She felt her insides stretching to accommodate him. He was so much bigger than Joseph.

“Oh baby, you’re tight. So hot, tight and wet. I want all the way in you,” Marco groaned beneath her.

His fingers dug into her hips as he continued to ease her down on him. In a matter of seconds she was sitting completely on him.

“I’m almost afraid to move,” she admitted.

Marco gave her an easy smile. “I’ll give you a chance to adjust to me.” He pulled her forward and pressed his lips against her own. Her tongue rolled against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands slid from her waist, cupping her butt and lifting her before lowering her back down onto him. Ava broke the kiss and stared into his eyes behind the darkness of his mask.

“I know what you want,” she whispered.

“Show me.”

Leaning forward so that his eyes were on level with her chest, she moved up and down the length of him, almost completely sliding off. The friction felt so good.

“Fuck yeah,” Marco groaned.

He pressed his face into the swells of her chest. A sense of empowerment overtook Ava. He was at her mercy and it was time to show him who was boss. Grabbing his shoulders, she sat upright and began to grind against him, and then up and down over the hard length of him. Marco’s hands dug into her hips as he forced her to increase the pace. In tandem, their joined bodies moved in a frenzied manner, each seeking their own release.

Ava’s sides were starting to hurt where Marco clutched her so tightly but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but finding her release. Gripping his shoulders even tighter she rode him harder and harder until her release claimed her. Her body constricted around him, milking him for all he was worth. She collapsed against him, no longer able to hold herself upright.

Marco grabbed her and pumped into her so fast she feared falling off his lap and then he was groaning his release out loud. His hand freed her hips and fell weakly to his sides. They stayed together that way, their pants filling the silence of the room. Ava shook as she tried to manage sitting upright. She stared down at Marco. She could see the faintest sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes watched her.

“Not bad,” he said. “Not bad at all.”

“Not bad. Do you know how long it’s been since I—” Ava caught herself. There was no reason to tell this man all of her business. He was a stranger. A stranger with a really big cock.

“It’s been a long time since you were with someone. I know. I can tell.”

“Then perhaps you could refrain from making comments like that,” Ava snapped.

“I was only teasing you. Didn’t want to boost your head by telling you that just might be the best I’ve ever had,” Marco said.

He hoisted Ava into his arms and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. Once there, he sat her on the bed and removed her shoes and dress. Then he turned back the covers and tucked her into bed naked.

“Stay,” she said.

“I intend to.”

Ava lay back and watched Marco as he undressed. She bit her lip when he stood before her nude, except for the mask. She was almost tempted to tell him to take it off. Almost. But no, she enjoyed the anonymity the masks offered them both.

But his body… Broad shoulders, muscled chest, tight abs. The man had been made to pleasure a woman. She turned back the covers inviting him into bed with her. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he climbed in next to her. Unable to help herself, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. She could feel her wetness still on him. He said nothing. He simply lay there, arms above his head, letting her have her way. Soon it happened. He rose in her hand, hard and thick. Without a word, Marco rolled on top of her and thrust inside. Ava’s legs wrapped around him, eager to have him once again.

Chapter Thirteen

Rolling over, she reached for the space beside her and found it empty. She stretched and winced. Her legs were sore as was the place between them. Obviously it had been a lot longer than she thought.

She sat up and looked around. Her room was quiet. It appeared that she was alone. Good. She needed a breather after the night she’d just experienced. Marco took stamina to a whole new level. She’d lost count of all the ways he’d flipped and turned her body as he sought to please her. Honestly, she probably could be fine without sex the rest of their time on the yacht, but there was no reason to waste a good thing. Which brought her back to wondering where Marco was.

She pushed back the black comforter and jerked the black sheet around her waist. As she did, a piece of paper fluttered beside her. Ava picked it up.

My insatiable temptress,

As much as I enjoyed watching you sleep, the temptation to wake you and begin again was too strong so for a few hours I am letting you rest, but be assured that I will return and be ready to pick up right where we left off.

Marco

Trying to ignore her new aches and pains, she pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her. Getting up, she surveyed the room. For the first time she noticed a small closet. Walking over to it, she opened it and found her suitcase and carry-on bag.

She pulled her luggage from the closet and placed it on the bed. Well at least I can have a break without that mask on. Ava didn’t know what the other women on the boat were planning on doing the rest of this weekend, but she had made sure to have a new mask to wear each day. No reason to let her identity be discovered if she didn’t have to. Rummaging through her suitcase, she picked out a red one-shouldered dress that belted at the waist, emphasizing her figure. A pair of red stilettos would complete the ensemble. A black demi-cup bra with no straps and a thong would go under her dress just in case Marco was ready to go another round. But then again, maybe she was overestimating her allure. Maybe he’d had his fill and was done, but she certainly hoped not and if so she needed to be ready.

And that meant she had to get a move on, getting showered and dressed before he came back. Grabbing the travel bag holding her toiletries and clothes, she went into the bathroom. Turning on the light, she was pleasantly surprised. She’d been expecting a small tub with a shower curtain around it. Instead she was staring at an opulent shower, large enough for two people to bathe in comfortably. A long hot shower would soon be completely in order, but first she had to do something about the smeared makeup on her face. Ava hummed to herself as she cleaned her face. She couldn’t believe she was humming. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d hummed.

If getting sex was going to put her in such a good mood, then she might need to think about having it a little more often. Besides the soreness, she actually felt pretty wonderful. Face clean, she quickly brushed her teeth and turned on the shower. She couldn’t wait to climb inside and let the hot water soothe her aching body. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she put down her toothbrush and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She’d worry about what to do with the wild mess that was her hair when she got out. Her once-gorgeous curls were all mussed and she had a case of “bedhead.”

Ava picked up the soap and smelled it. A fresh, citrus scent greeted her nose. She set about lathering and washing her body. When she was done, she leaned her head against the tiled wall and let the hot water run down her body. It felt so nice. Her eyes closed.

“Look at my little wanton waiting in the shower.”

Ava’s head snapped up, but she didn’t turn around. Crap. Crap. She cleared her throat. “Marco, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’m sure you didn’t.”

Ava’s ears strained to hear what he was doing. She wanted to turn around so badly, but she couldn’t. Not bare faced, with no mask and a case of “bedhead.”

“I thought I’d have a little more time before you came back to make myself presentable.”

“You’re presentable now. Nothing like a naked woman in the shower.”

Ava smiled. “Be that as it may, I’d really prefer if you gave me some time to get dressed.”

“I don’t think I’m going to do that.”

Ava heard the rustle of a belt buckle. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m not going anywhere,” Marco said from behind her.

“If I recall correctly, this weekend is supposed to be about what I want and right now I want you to leave,” Ava said.

“Right now, this is about what I want and I want you. Naked. Vulnerable.”

“But I—”

Ava’s protest was cut off as arms slid around her waist and a warm, male body was pressed against her backside. Marco’s erection rose up against her. She closed her eyes, when his lips kissed the back of her neck. Her nipples tightened when she felt his tongue lick the spot he’d just kissed.

“Now aren’t you glad I didn’t let you send me away?” he asked.

“No.”

“Liar.”

The hand around her waist slid up to cup her breast, while Marco’s other hand moved insistently between her legs.

“I’m not—”

“You’re not what? You’re not ready for me? Don’t say that. I know you are.”

Ava whimpered as two of Marco’s fingers sank inside her. She could feel her own wetness as he stroked her. Unashamed, she spread her legs further apart, to give him better access. Her body tingled as his fingers worked their magic, slowly stoking the fire that she thought had burned out.

The hand at her breast lifted and squeezed the heavy globe, before he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel sparks of pleasure racing from her breast down between her legs. She pressed herself closer into his talented hands.

“Still think you’re not ready?” he asked.

“No.”

“Do you want me?”

Ava gritted her teeth. She didn’t say anything. She was in control. Her. Not him. A third finger joined the other two already inside her, stretching her open a little wider for him. He pinched her nipple.

“Say it.”

His voice was in her ear. She could feel the rumble of his words, but still she didn’t say anything.

“Fine. Looks like I’m going to have to show you who’s in charge,” Marco rasped.

His fingers withdrew from her and then she was slammed against the wall. Her breasts were pressed against the cold tile. The humidity from the hot water surrounded her and then he was there thrusting into her. It hurt a little. He was thick and pulsing inside her, stretching her again. Eagerly she pressed back against him. His hand squeezed her waist tight. In and out he pumped into her. The sounds of his flesh slapping against hers, the steady stream of water flowing over them made her insides throb as he made love to her.

“I love being with you like this,” Marco told her.

“I like it too,” Ava finally admitted.

“I know you did, baby. How about showing me just how much?”

Ava lifted herself away from the wall of the shower and met him thrust for thrust, slamming back into him every time he entered her. She cried out as he buried himself to the hilt inside her and moved from side to side.

“Do that again. Please do that again,” Ava begged.

Marco obliged, moving from side to side. Ava’s body trembled as the head of his penis hit that secret bundle of nerves inside her. The orgasm overtook her like a tsunami sweeping aside a sailboat.

She rose up on her tiptoes before the waves of pleasure forced her to bend over. Marco’s hands locked on her breast, holding her tight against him as he quickly thrust into her faster and faster. She felt herself open wider than she ever had before and with one final thrust, he was yelling his release in the shower. Breathing heavily, they stood together still joined as the once-hot water sprayed over them lukewarm.

“Ava, you are something else.”

What? Ava stood straight up. Goosebumps rose on her forearms.

“What did you just say?” she asked.

“I think you heard me.”

“How do you know my name? I never told you.”

“You didn’t have to. I recognized you as soon as you entered the room last night.”

Ava tried to turn around but his hands held her in place, still firmly impaled on him.

“Let me go,” she ordered.

“Are you sure you want me to do that? You might not like what you find.”

Ava pushed his hands away and created enough space between them so that she could turn around. Her heart rose up in her throat. Forest-green eyes met her own. This was no Marco. Dominic Sambarino stared down at her.

“Hello, Stepmother.”