I shut the front door behind us, Marlon fell on me like a starving animal.
I gasped as he shoved me back against the door and crushed his mouth down on mine. Marlon was so rough that I would have been bent backwards if not for the door bracing me. His teeth cut my lips and tongue, but I couldn’t have stopped if I tried.
He let go of my face long enough to shove my jacket past my shoulders. Then he grabbed the necklines of my shirt and bra in his fists and ripped them into half right down the center like they were made of tissue.
The sound of tearing fabric instantly aroused me. We grabbed at our clothes, stripping them off each other and getting naked in record time.
The first time we had sex and every night thereafter, Marlon had gone slow for me, putting my pleasure first.
Now I wanted him to take whatever he wanted from my body.
I circled my arms around Marlon’s neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Fuck me,” I breathed against his lips.
The second the words left my mouth, Marlon sank his hands into my ass cheeks and slammed his cock into me all the way to the end.
I cried out in pleasure-pain. I wasn’t wet enough yet, and it hurt.
But Marlon didn’t stop. His eyes were fever-bright as he thrust into me roughly, causing friction burns on my spine and ass where they met the door.
I twisted my fingers in his hair and kissed him back just as desperately. I missed the feeling of his cock inside me, and my inner muscles squeezed him eagerly with every thrust.
Marlon suddenly broke from our kiss. He bit down on my neck, suckling my skin so hard that it bruised. Then he did it again on the other side of my neck, and again on my shoulder.
He was marking me as his own.
“You’re mine,” he said in a roughened voice. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I panted.
My nails dug into the swollen muscles bunching at his shoulders. The hardness of his body pressing into mine made me so wet now that his cock slipped in and out of me with blinding ease, the pleasure so overwhelming I could barely breathe.
“This body.” His fingers gripped my thighs painfully as he screwed me against the door. “Mine.”
“Yours.” I worked my hips on him, clenching around his thick shaft greedily. “Only yours.”
Marlon was slamming into me so hard that my body shook from the vibrations, barely recovering from one thrust before the next plunged deep into me again. My thighs spread wider, eager to take every inch of his cock inside me.
“Your heart,” he breathed, staring down at me fiercely. “Mine.”
“Always.” I grabbed his face again and kissed him so hard I tasted blood.
Without breaking the kiss, Marlon lifted my ass and walked me over to my dressing table, kicking the stool aside and sending everything on the surface crashing to the floor with a sweep of his hand.
Then he dropped my legs to the floor and withdrew from me, spinning me around. He kicked my feet apart and pressed one hand on the center of my back, bending me over the top of the table.
The hardened tips of my nipples brushed against the cool polished wood. I moaned, already missing the feel of his cock buried inside me.
Marlon took my jaw and forced my chin up, making me watch the mirror. He looked so big standing behind me, with every muscle in his body tense and swollen from exertion. The lines of his six-pack and biceps were so defined that they looked cut from stone.
His eyes burned into mine in the mirror. “Who’s fucking you, querida?”
I licked my dry lips. “You.”
Marlon released my jaw to grip my hips.
Then he slammed into me so hard my body pitched forward. I had to plant my palms on the wood to steady myself.
I stared into the mirror, watching as Marlon da Silva screwed me from the back.
My neck and shoulders were already bruised in several places, the pale skin turning dark purple where he had marked me. My eyes were heavy-lidded, my lips parted in bliss as I arched my ass against his pelvis. I was so wet that I could hear the sound of his cock slipping in and out of me. I was so tight that I could feel every inch of him parting my inner flesh in a frenzy.
“You said you like it rough, Emmaline?” Marlon asked in a voice simmering with lust. His biceps flexed as he cracked his hand across my ass hard.
“Yes,” I panted. “More.”
He held my hip with one hand, slamming into me with deep strokes. His other hand kneaded my ass cheeks then spanked me again.
“Yes!” My pussy tightened around his cock and squeezed the hard steel as he thrust into me. It was too damned good, and I was going to come…
Marlon took my jaw, forcing me to watch our reflections.
I saw how my eyes were glazed, my mouth parted with lust. Marlon’s tanned chest and abs were covered with a sheen of sweat, and his biceps swelled as he held my hips and pounded into me.
It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
“I’m coming,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes from the mirror. “Marlon, I’m coming…”
“Then come.” He gripped my hips and slammed into me so hard my breasts bounced from the impact.
“Oh god, yes.” I moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure building. “Keep going, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—”
A ragged cry tore from my throat as I came. My eyes rolled back as Marlon held his large cock in me, letting me squeeze him all I wanted. It felt so damned good that I worked my hips on and on, never wanting the pleasure to stop.
Then suddenly Marlon cursed.
He pulled out of me, and the next second I felt his hot cum spurting on my ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” he gritted, rubbing the head of his cock over my pussy lips and clit. “Emmaline…”
Marlon looked even more sensual whenever he lost control. I couldn’t help a soft moan as I watched him, taking in the musculature of his body, the dark color on his face as he came on me.
When Marlon was finally spent, he took my shoulders and eased me back against his chest. He was breathing hard, and he wrapped his arms around my upper body and leaned heavily on me.
“Good?” His voice was husky, his hazel eyes heavy-lidded as they watched me in the mirror.
“No.” I let my head loll against his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. “Amazing.”
***
The life of Marlon da Silva was a charmed one. From the first moment I stepped into it, the world had been handed to me on a silver platter.
I was beloved as a son of the most influential clan in my country, worshipped as the man every guy wanted to be. I was carried on the back of my last name and our money. I never had to fall because I never needed to walk, and I was confident and charismatic and assured because I never had to fall.
And I never once tasted pain, or fear, or helplessness.
Not until I saw my woman put her lips on another man.
After our shower, Emma and I lay on our sides in her bed facing each other. We talked late into the night about everything we left out in the weeks that our relationship had been strained. It had felt wrong without her in my life, and now that we were talking again, the difference was even clearer.
“I miss you,” I told her, reaching out to brush her hair from her forehead. It was getting long, and knowing Emma, she would have it cut again within the next week.
“I miss you too.” Emma folded her hands under her cheek and gazed at me with blue eyes that were the color of the sky at dusk, just after the sun disappears below the horizon. It made my chest ache.
“Don’t look so sad, pretty boy,” she said quietly. “I like it more when you’re smiling.”
But I couldn’t. I was still reeling from earlier. My heart had felt like it was getting torn right out, and I never knew such pain existed.
I reached for her cheek, running my thumb over the softness.
“How did you stay for six years?” I asked her. It only happened to me for three minutes, and it almost killed me.
Emma turned her face into my hand. “Because it was you.”
“I don’t think I deserve it, querida.” I frowned slightly, moving my thumb to her lips. “I’m not a good man.”
“I know.” Emma kissed my thumb. “What info did you dig up on Dylan so far? How many ways have you come up with to ruin his life?”
Fourteen.
It wasn’t even hard. His finances were a mess, and so were his family’s. I could make one phone call and he was done.
I had been about to, when I saw Emma kiss him.
“Destroy that info, Marlon,” Emma whispered. “We’re just friends.”
And I was still jealous. “I’ll destroy it, but I can’t promise I won’t do it again.”
“You’re so impossible.” She studied me for a long moment. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”
Because I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never been afraid, until her.
I asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue for sixty-nine days. “Will you come home?”
Emma shifted closer to me. “I want to.”
My eyes widened.
Fuck, but that was as good as a yes.
Suddenly feeling hopeful, I rolled on top of her, pinning her into the mattress.
“Let’s stop fighting, Emmaline.” I watched Emma’s face, knowing that it was the one I wanted to wake up to every morning. “I need my best friend with me. I need my woman.”
Emma paused, and I held my breath and waited for her reply. I never knew how important a word could be until this moment. Depending on Emma’s answer, I could be the happiest guy on earth, or the least.
“I have one question,” Emma began.
And I already had the answer for it.
“Do I love you?” I said promptly. “Yes, I do.”
“Oh, I already knew that.” She shrugged, even though she was biting back a smile. “It’s something else.”
I grinned slowly. This was really happening.
“What is it, Emmaline?”
“You speak to me in Portuguese sometimes.” Emma hooked her arms around my neck and looked up at me curiously. “What does it mean?”
I’d been waiting for her to ask.
“Remember when we made love for the first time, and you said you loved me? I told you, Eu gosto tanto de você.” My lips curved. “It means I like you, very much.”
“Oh.” Emma crinkled her nose, looking regretful. “But I didn’t hear it.”
“Because you were too busy screaming my name.”
“Ass.”
My smile came easier. “Another one I said to you before, right here in this bed. Estou apaixonado por você.” I gazed down at her face. “I’m in love with you.”
Emma blinked with shy surprise, her eyes looking brighter and bluer and lovelier than anything I’d seen. “Oh.”
“And I have one more for you now,” I said softly. “Você é tudo pra mim.”
I waited until Emma was breathless with expectation, and then I told her.
“You’re my everything.”
And from the way Emma looked at me, like I put the moon in the sky for her, I knew that she felt the same about me.
“Say yes, querida.” I repeated the words from long ago, the very same ones that brought Emmaline Brown to me. “I really need you with me.”
I waited patiently for her answer, unafraid because I knew what it was going to be.
Emma bit her lip.
Her cheeks turned pink.
Then finally, she smiled and gave me a small nod.