Hidden Witness 6: Marco & Emoni's Story: The Rise of A Donna

by Posey Parks

  I closed the door behind me, washed my hands, then peered at my reflection in the long mirror hanging from two thick silver pieces of metal. “You’re here for one to two hours max, Emoni,” I muttered, swaying my hand over my breasts.

  Shit, I should probably lay off fucking Marco. He needed to heal. Big knuckles rattled against the door. I jumped, and my heart lurched in my chest.

  “Yes?”

  “Emoni, open the door.” His dominant tone put me on edge. Yet I was still horny as fuck.

  My skin heated.

  I turned the knob and glanced up at him. “Are you all right?”

  The back of his knuckles slid down my face. Marco gripped my waist with his other hand and walked me backwards. He kicked the door shut. I gripped his lapels and stared into his eyes as he continued, driving me toward the counter with his muscled frame.

  “Marco, what’s the matter?” My ass met the counter.

  He didn’t say a word. His eyes were glued to my lips. Marco’s thumb swayed across my pouty lower lip as he licked his lips.

  “I don’t get horny. When I feel the need to fuck, I summon a woman to my playhouse…then I fuck her. Not make love. Fuck her. See right through her. Most of the women rode my dick to be pleased and paid. They all begged one time or another to be my woman.” He dragged his tongue along my neck.

  “They were all beautiful, but I didn’t get lost in their eyes. I didn’t eat their pussy. Didn’t give a shit if they came. They did, but it wasn’t like I asked them to come for me. After fucking them, I laid there thinking about the kind of woman I wanted in my life.”

  His breath tickled the sensitive skin along the front of my neck. Every nerve ending in my body pulsated. I braced my palms against the sleek countertop and my chest rose up and down. I was ready to explode.

  “You said we didn’t fuck the first night. When did I fuck you?”

  I cleared my throat. “I’m not sure how to answer that.”

  He stood to his full height and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “Baby, we either did, or we didn’t. I’d say we did because you’re carrying my child.” His lips ticked up at one end.

  My heart skipped a beat.

  I tugged his tie. “You ate my pussy, and I sucked your dick for a while. Because my ex-fiancé threatened to kill someone close to you if we had sex. He struck anyway. No one was hurt.”

  Marco’s nostrils flared.

  “You struck back. Then you surprised me with the house. Where we made love and fucked for hours.”

  “Sounds calculating on my part.”

  “Yes, it was. You wanted to impregnate me and get married before we met José. He almost had a heart attack when he learned I was carrying your child.”

  A devilish smile lit Marco’s lips. “That’s the point I was making.” He slipped his jacket off and tossed it to the other end of the counter. Marco turned my body away from him. His tatted hand gripped my neck.

  The sight of the tattoos on his big hand set my core a blaze. “Oh, shit.”

  “I love how the walls of your pussy grip my cock.” Lust flashed in his eyes. His teeth clenched my earlobe as he stared at me in the mirror through his long dark lashes.

  “Marco,” I breathed.

  He slid my dress up my thighs until it bunched around my waist.

  “I took a few more pain meds. Sure, to reduce the pain as I fuck you into this counter.” I heard him unbuckle his metal belt buckle, then it clanked against the wooden floor. He slid his thick cock along the crack of my ass.

  “Lose the panties, Emoni.”

  I did as I was told, dropped them to the floor, and kicked them aside.

  “How wet are you for me, Mrs. Esposito?” His deep vocals vibrated through me.

  “I’m-I’m soaked.” Waves of heat whipped through my body. He hadn’t fucked me yet, and I was hanging on by a thread. His big hand tightened around my neck.

  “Good pussy has ruined many men. Makes sense why your ex-fiancé didn’t want me to touch you. He was fucking ruined.”

  Marco’s teeth sank into my shoulder.

  “Oh, fuck,” I cried out.

  “Knee on the counter, Emoni.” His fingers circled my clit. “You’re a treasure, baby. An addiction and a treasure. Most importantly all mine.”

  Marco slid inside my warmth slow. His eyes hooded. Pleasure struck his chiseled face. Not malice. “So fucking good. I’d kill a man over you.”

  He squeezed my neck tighter, making my pussy wetter for him. I struggled to swallow.

  “I suppose that’s why your ex tried to kill me.”

  He loosened his grip, slamming into me.

  Tingles swept over my skin as my orgasm rose to the surface. His free hand clutched my belly.

  “But you’re my wife. I can’t wait to remember the look on that motherfucker’s face when I told him you belonged to me. This sweet pussy was all mine.”

  Marco slipped out of me.

  Before I could ask why he stopped, Marco turned me around.

  “On the counter,” he demanded.

  I sat on the counter, then peeked at his throbbing hard cock. His slacks and boxers pooled around his ankles.

  “Lay back and open those legs. I want to stare at your pussy as I fuck it, hard.”

  My head rested against the mirror and my ass hung off the edge of the counter.

  Marco was losing control. I’d never seen him like this. He peered at my pussy and said something under his breath. Marco lined his cock up with my core and slipped inside me. His eyes slammed shut, and he stilled. His dick pulsated inside my tightness.

  Marco loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt. He tugged the dress shirt over his head and tossed the items on top of his jacket. My eyes combed over his gorgeous tattoos.

  “Marco, fuck me hard,” I whispered.

  “Better believe I will, baby.” He gripped my thighs and plowed into me. Each time his pelvis bone slapped my clit. His moussed thick curls shook loose, falling over his forehead and ears.

  I shivered in his grip. “Marco this pussy belongs to you,” I cried, clutching my hair.

  My words must have unleashed the beast. “You better fucking believe it.”

  A heavy fist pounded the door. My eyes widened, and I jumped.

  “Roll your hips, Emoni.”

  “Marco, what the fuck?” Luca growled on the other side of the door.

  “We’ve been waiting to eat for twenty minutes.”

  Marco never slowed his movements.

  “Fuck,” I blurted out. Unable to control my second orgasm. I was so far gone if his brother entered the bathroom, he’d see all of me.

  “Eat without us,” he ordered.

  “It sounds like you’re killing her. Don’t kill your wife in the bathroom on Christmas.”

  “Fuck off, Luca,” Marco gritted out.

  He slapped his palm against the door. “All right, bro. Lunch without you it is.”

  Marco leaned over, gripped the back of my neck, and shoved his tongue between my lips. Our tongues tangled.

  He pulled back slightly. “I love the way your pussy hugs my dick. It’s euphoric, baby,” he groaned against my lips.

  He stood up straight, holding my leg against his shoulder, thrusting into me over and over again. His eyes hooded, and he moaned. “So good.”

  My eyes poured over his tattoos again, trailing down to his cock as he jerked inside of me.

  My eyes bulged. “Marco, you’re bleeding.”

  Blood trickled over his rippling abs.

  He was in another world maybe, because I doubt, he heard me.

  “Marco, open your eyes.”

  Still deep inside me, his chest rose and fell. Finally, he glanced down at his abdomen.

  “Shit, I busted a stitch.”

  I wriggled in his grip, trying to sit up.

  “Wait, baby. I love being inside of you.”

  Those words brought hope. He’d said those words to me before. I had to believe he’d
come back to me sooner than later. A tear slid down the side of my face. Marco growled as he slid out of my warmth. Rich, citrus perfume, woodsy cologne, and sex filled the air.

  I tidied up quick and cleaned us up. Pressing a towel against his stomach, I tried to stop the bleeding.

  “Marco, you need to be stitched up.”

  “Luca will do it.”

  “Shit, this is all my fault.”

  He caressed my face. “Baby, it’s not. I needed to fuck you.”

  “When we get home, you will lie down.”

  He nodded. “I will, Emoni.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  EMONI

  Marco hobbled out of the bathroom, clutching a towel against his stomach.

  “Luca, Marco needs you right away.”

  His head snapped to the side. “Emoni, your tone. You’ll worry my mom.”

  “She should be worried. Hell, I’m worried.”

  Luca ran into the living room, eyes wide. “What happened?”

  “It’s no big deal. I busted a stitch, that’s all.”

  “You of all people know you’re supposed to take it easy after being shot. Bro, you were shot four times.”

  “I know.” He winced, slowly lying on the sofa in the family room. “Emoni already ripped me a new one.”

  “Good.” Leana squeezed past Luca, sitting beside Marco.

  I was embarrassed still. Didn’t matter if I didn’t attack him and jump his bones. Didn’t matter, he sought me out and fucked me so good I’d be on cloud nine for the rest of the night. Even with barred teeth and sweat dripping from his head. He still looked hot. It was best I rode his cock for a while. No more busting stitches.

  Luca dipped out of the room. I laid Marco’s jacket, tie and shirt on the opposite sofa.

  “Marco, you’ll be fine.” Lucas leaned against the archway, running his hand along his festive green tie.

  Luca stalked back into the room with a bottle of vodka and a medical kit.

  Leana stood back watching Luca set up his make shift medical station.

  “Leana, how many stitches had I busted over the years after we had sex?” A deep chuckle rolled from his throat.

  Still embarrassed. Shit, I wanted to go home.

  She cut her eyes at Lucas.

  “What, baby. He’s a big strapping young man. Sure, he’ll be in a little pain. But I bet the pleasure was worth it,” he snickered, and turned on his heels toward the dining room.

  Yup, uncomfortable. I swayed my hand over my neck.

  Luca snapped the plastic blue gloves against his wrists.

  I sat in the chair at the foot of the sofa in Marco’s view.

  Luca threaded the sterile needle.

  “He’s right, sweetheart…” He chugged the vodka.

  “You were worth…the pain.” He roared through barred teeth.

  Luca pushed the needle through Marco’s tight skin.

  I hopped up, kicked off my stilettos, and kneeled beside Marco.

  My fingers swayed his hair.

  I ignored how uncomfortable I was and focused on my husband.

  “Baby, you were amazing.” I brought the mouth of the vodka bottle to his lips. He swallowed.

  I shuttered at the sight of Luca pushing the needle through his skin. The stitches were identical to Dr. Connor’s.

  “Luca, you’re good.” I grinned.

  He chuckled. “Thanks.”

  Leana sat in the chair I vacated, sipping a low-ball glass of bourbon. “He should have been a doctor instead of a mob boss. He learned how to stitch from one of the best doctors in Jersey. Dr. Mavis. He fixes up the guys when they’ve been banged up.”

  “Nice.”

  “Luca and Dr. Mavis daughter Lexis were the best of friends.”

  He halted his movements. Something flashed in his eyes. Was it regret?

  “Almost done, Marco.”

  “Ma, leave it alone,” Marco growled.

  “You don’t mention…triggers…when someone’s getting …stitched up,” he bit out.

  Luca’s jaw ticked as he continued.

  “I’m thankful you were here. We didn’t have to wait for a doctor. Didn’t want him to bleed out.” I swiped a layer of sweat from Marco’s brow as I peeked at Luca out the corner of my eye.

  His handsome facial features softened. “Yeah, Marco, we came close to losing you twice.”

  Marco brought the bottle to his lips again.

  Luca tied off the stitch. “Done. You should probably sleep for an hour before you leave.”

  Marco nodded and closed his eyes. I grabbed the vodka bottle out of his hand, twisted the cap on the mouth, then sat it on the floor.

  I sat on the sofa, resting Marco’s head on my lap. He turned his head, and his lips fell against my stomach.

  “Daddy’s here little person,” he mumbled.

  Goosebumps prickled my skin. I felt the tears, pushing to be free.

  “Emoni, you need to feed that baby.” Leana rose.

  “I’ll prepare a plate for you.”

  I smirked. “I’ll take a little of everything. I can’t eat that much right now. Thank you.”

  Luca gathered his supplies and disappeared down the hall. He was quiet. Maybe deep in thought.

  Lucas strolled into the room thirty minutes later and grabbed the remote.

  “Emoni, how you holding up?” he relaxed on the leather L shape sofa, staring at the TV.

  “Good.” I sat the empty plate on the end table next to me. I was trying to save room for the meal I prepared at home.

  Luca sat to the left of Lucas. Leana’s head dropped on Lucas’ shoulder. He intertwined their fingers.

  “Thanks for bringing my son home. You did good.”

  A slight smile lit my lips. I nodded.

  Marco stirred. “Emoni.”

  I rubbed his brow. “Marco, I’m right here. I’ll prepare a plate for you.”

  He winced as his eyes slowly opened. “Shit, below my skin feels like it's burning.”

  “You’ll have to wait to take your next dose of medicine when we get home.”

  “Ok.”

  I lifted his head and stood.

  “Emoni, the food is on the kitchen counter,” Leana stated.

  I nodded as I continued on my path.

  “What’s the score?” Marco asked aloud.

  Scanning the food filled counter plate in hand, I shoveled pasta onto Marco’s plate.

  Upon returning to the family room, the guys argued about the play.

  Marco was propped on an elbow, shouting at Luca. “Are we watching the same game? That’s a penalty.”

  “No, it’s not,” Luca yelled.

  I placed his plate in his hand. Marco didn’t waste time digging in.

  “This pasta is the best, Ma. I was starving.”

  “Earlier that wasn’t what you were starving for,” Lucas chuckled under his breath.

  Luca cracked a smile.

  “Hey, at the time I was craving my wife. Now food.”

  “How does that work exactly? You don’t remember Emoni. But you have feelings for her?”

  “It’s hard to explain, Luca. She was there when I woke up. She could’ve been a fraud. But the way she took care of me…I felt her actions were genuine. She had security air tight, walking into the medical facility. To learn someone loves you wholeheartedly and looks like that.” He pointed at me.

  “Yeah, I see why I was taken by her originally. Rather, I get my memory back or not, I ain’t letting Emoni go.”

  Leana placed her hand on her chest. “Son, that’s sweet.”

  Marco’s big hand caressed my thigh.

  “Tomorrow I’ll put an end to that rat.”

  “We will put an end to him.” I peered into his eyes.

  “Emoni, I usually handle torturing alone. It’s a time I can get shit off of my chest.”

  “Marco, you can vent in front of me. You don’t think I want to make him pay? I almost lost you because of that bastard. If you bust a
stitch hopefully Luca will assist.”

  “Of course, I will.”

  “Good. I can’t wait. I’ll sharpen my knives in the morning before we leave.”

  Leana sat back, crossed her legs, and winked.

  Marco leaned into my ear. “Careful, baby. You’re making my cock rock hard.”

  My skin heated.

  “I can sit back and watch your ass bounce up and down while you ride my dick.”

  Guess he didn’t mind pleasure and pain.

  “Next time you two come over we’ll play poker.” Lucas stated, holding a glass of bourbon to his lips.

  “I am still learning how to play. Marco was teaching me.”

  “While I’m down, we’ll continue your lessons.”

  I kissed his cheek.

  “Emoni, bring fifties and hundreds. We play for real money,” Luca smiled.

  “Oh, I love to gamble. Sounds like I’ll love playing with you guys.”

  We arrived home around seven. Kahn and Kagan were in the man cave watching the second half of the football game. Romeo and Rémy parked beside us in the six-car garage. We had to step up security. We still switched cars twice before arriving home. Sierra said their bodyguards grew up with Dillon and Marco. All the guys seem to get along well.

  Kagan stood. “Emoni, Romeo called. Said you all were fifteen minutes out so I warmed up the food you prepared this morning.”

  I threw my hand over my mouth. “Thank you, Kagan.” Stepping closer, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “All right, you did good, Kagan. Now take your paws off my wife.”

  “Damn Marco, relax.” He stepped back, narrowing his eyes.

  “We are appreciative too. She’s a true boss.”

  “I second that,” Kahn smiled behind a glass of bourbon. His blue eyes sparkled.

  “All right, guys, join me in the kitchen. We’ll bless the food, then Marco needs to relax.”

  The guys followed me down the hall. Sweet potato souffle, banana pudding, and dressing filled my nostrils. I loved soul food.

  “He busted a stitch at his parents.”

  “Dude, what the fuck were you doing?” Kahn joked.