Bex POV

I have never seen a hotter man than Marco fucking Rafaello. I was more than happy to ride with Marco after today's events. After me and Enzo successfully took down all those men, I was still shaken but I calmed instantly when Marco came and unexpectedly pulled me into a bear hug. I felt warm right away and strangely safe, I knew he would protect me, which was weird considering I met him 2 days ago.

And then he gave me his hoodie when I was cold, although he didn't explicitly say it was his, I could smell his cologne and it also made me feel safe. Safe enough to tell the group my whole life story apparently. 

Usually I don't tell anyone, in fact the only people who know about my life are Enzo and his mom. Something about Marco's aura made me trust him though, which is strange considering he is the leader of a fucking Mafia.

What was I thinking, he is a Don, I can't have feelings for him. He is probably a cold hearted, ruthless killer who fucks girls as he pleases then moves on, never caring about anyone. But still, the way he acts towards me contradicts all my presumptions.

Anyways, the second I got in his car, he told me I was stunning, and with that nick name Principessa, it made me get butterflies. But when I turned to him it was me who was starstruck. 

He looked so hot, his hair perfect, muscles popping from his shirt, and those damn eyes that I could stare at forever. Our conversation was happy and pleasant and I didn't want it to end. But it was nowhere near as entertaining as what happened at the club.

After me and Enzo's little stunt, he really must have been jealous, exactly my plan. We danced the night away, it was hot and sensual and my god when we started making out, I could kiss him forever. I can feel myself decently drunk but not too out of it. 

We are currently in his car, I am screaming at the top of my lungs to Morgan Wallen's cover of Cover me Up, while I can feel Marco's eyes on me. Eventually we arrive at his house and the nerves and anticipation fill the silence. 

I know that I want him, and based on what I felt when we grinded against each other at the club, he wants me too. So what is going to happen now.

I look at him, and he is looking at me, eyes filled with lust, his usual light green eyes now dark. I grin and he grins and then pushes his lips on to mine, already pushing his tongue against mine, gaining dominance. 

Before I can say anything, he has somehow pulled me across the seats, onto his lap. I can feel his hard on pushing against my core, which is already wet.

I start to move my hips against him, causing him to grunt and me to smile. "I can't take this anymore." he growls, causing shivers to go down my spine. 

He steps out of the car but continues to hold me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my lips on his neck, as he carries me into the house and up the stairs with his arms holding on to me under my thighs.

We reach his room and I quickly look up to see the most incredible bedroom ever, much nicer than my own. It is huge, with dark walls and black silk sheets. He has a fire place and a huge book shelf and couch, and there are two doors leading to what I assume to be a bathroom and a walk in closet. 

Before I can look around more, he throws me onto the bed and climbs over me. He begins to kiss my jaw, moving to my ear and whispers, "This is what you get when you tease me." Then he starts to suck on my neck, right on my sweet spot, causing me to moan.

 He pulls away and takes off his shirt. Damn, that 6 pack though and those tattoos that travel up his arms, onto his neck, and along his chest. He sees me staring at his perfectly chiseled abs and shoulders and biceps and grins. "You like what you see huh, Principessa, you're next!"

He pulls down my dress and throws it off, revealing me in my mesh black panties and bra, leaving nothing to his imagination. 

Now it was  time for him to stare and me to laugh. He growls and says "My god, you are a goddess," and then puts his lips to mine once again. This time more intense, more passionately and needy.

His hands come up to my breasts, his fingertips grazing my hard nipples through my bra, causing me to moan again and him to growl. He pulls away and in one quick motion, rips open my bra, freeing my breasts for him to see. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head before I can cover up.

"Never cover up for me, Principessa." He starts to suck on my neck hard this time. Trailing kisses from my collarbone to the middle of my chest, in between my breasts. 

Then he lets go of my hands and growls, placing his lips on my one nipple, flicking and sucking on it with his tongue, while he massaged the other with his hand. I was moaning and he was growling. I knew I was going to have lots of marks tomorrow.

He switches sides, his lips on my other nipple, same with his hand, and then after satisfied that he tortured both, he begins to kiss down my stomach, my hands now making their way to his hair. 

When he gets to the start of my panties, he rips them away, just like how he did my bra, and stares at my now drenched core. That look is enough to have me creaming. He looks up at me, eyes gleaming, and says, "I'll decide when I'm finished, already wet for me I see Principessa." He runs his fingers through my wet folds causing me to shiver from the stimulation.

He takes his fingers and runs through my folds a few more times, before pinching my clit, making me squirm, all well holding eye contact which makes me blush, although I can't look away. 

In no time he is rubbing my clit in quick circular motions, and then inserts 2 digits. Pumping in and out, in and out, causing me to moan his name and arch my back. He goes faster and harder, hitting my g-spot every time, I can feel my climax building up in the pit of my stomach.

Then before I know what is happening, he has his mouth latched on to my clit, causing me to shake. He flicks it up and down and in circles, then sucks on it intensely. My back is arched, I am shaking and trying to close my knees, but he holds them down, and sucks more harshly. 

"Please," I whimper. But he doesn't hear as he lets my juices coat his face, then sucks it all up, moving his tongue along and into my folds, then back on to my clit. He ads his fingers again, in and out, I can barely take it. 

"I'm going to cum Marco" I moaned. He pulls away and I frown, unhappy that he doesn't let me finish. But then he pulls off his pants and I can only stare at the 9 inch cock staring at me right in the face. 

Oh shit, this is going to ruin me. "What Principessa, you've never seen a dick this big before?" Marco asks grinning. Before I can reply, he slams himself into me, causing me to scream and him to moan.

"Fuck your so tight," he groans, thrusting in and out of me, building his pace. I am shaking and moaning his name, I can feel him hitting my g-spot with each thrust, building my pleasure, my stomach forming knots. 

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, hitting deeper with each thrust, increasing his pace, making my eyes roll back. I can barely contain myself when he lets go of one of my legs and put his fingers on my core, massaging my clit.

I know, I know I am holding back from my orgasm, I have never been in so much pleasure that I am in a bliss. "Marco, I won't last longer!" I shriek. He looks me in the eyes and says "Hold on Principessa, we will go together."

My stomach is clenching, toes curling more and more, as he increases his pace going deeper than ever, hand moving on my clit much faster. "Cum now Principessa." he says as he pulls out and came on my stomach, grunting and shaking. I was a close second my orgasm reaching its peak causing me to yell his name.

Marco collapses on to me, kissing my forehead and my lips, this time not so intense, almost lovingly. I have no energy and just lay there with my eyes closed. He gets up and walks to the bathroom, coming back with a towel, and cleans us up.

"That was the best sex I have ever had." we both say at the same time, causing us both to laugh. He throws the towel into the laundry basket near the bathroom, and goes to the closet, puts on some boxers, and grabs a white shirt to give to me. He helps me put it on, then climbs into bed, and pulls the covers over us.

I expect him to just go to sleep, after all, I think he just wants to fuck me then be done with it. But he scoots closer to me instead, and pulls me back against his chest, his arm draping across me and nuzzling his face into my neck saying, "You did so well for me, baby."

I feel safe and comfortable, and for the first time in years, fall asleep without worry of nightmares.