Dangerous Desires

by Tia Siren

  Dammit. Why did I agree to go with him? I kicked myself, knowing that I never should have let my guard down around him.

  Staring up at the guy, I spat in his face, covering it with the blood from my mouth. Cursing me under his breath, he pulled his arm back to hit me with the gun again. I wasn't sure I'd remain conscious if he hit me a second time—I was already seeing double.

  I watched helplessly as he pulled back. Time slowed down, and then I heard a gunshot. Closing my eyes, I waited for the pain. Waited to feel the life flowing out of me. I assumed he decided to shoot me instead of beating me to death, and that was how I was going to die. Alone. In the middle of a gravel road in the middle of the night.

  I fell to the ground, thinking that was it and I was about to die. But, then I heard shouts coming from behind the car. I opened my eyes, but couldn’t see past the bright lights shone from behind us. I was able to make out the silhouette of a figure with a gun in his hand.

  It was Marco.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” the other guy lowered his gun when he recognized who it was.

  Marco didn't say anything, though. He walked toward us, looked down at me, and then turned back to the driver.

  “You better hope she's not dead,” Marco said.

  “Oh yeah? And what if she is, cousin?” he snapped back.

  “Well I guess it doesn't matter,” Marco said, causing my heart to drop. “For you, that is. You're dead either way for pointing a fucking finger on her.”

  “You wouldn't kill your own family,” the guy said, losing some of his gruffness, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of begging. “We're cousins, man. Your father practically raised me.”

  “Yeah, and you grew up to be fucking slim,” Marco said.

  Before he could say another word, Marco raised his gun and shot him point blank in the head. Never before had I witnessed somebody being killed. The way his body fell to the ground, landing near me with a wet, meaty thud, made me get to my feet quickly, screaming without even realizing I was doing it. The dizziness hit me hard and I nearly fell back down, my stomach roiling.

  “Oh God,” I said, falling forward.

  “Kendra, it's okay. I’ve got you,” Marco said, rushing toward me.

  He scooped me in his arms and looked into my eyes. When he spotted the blood on my face, he started wiping it away with his shirt, checking me out as I stood completely frozen in his arms.

  “Looks like he clipped you with the gun,” he said. “Fucking asshole, but it's not serious. Can you walk?”

  I nodded, even though I wasn't sure if I could or not. He helped me to my feet and walked with his arm around my shoulder. He sat me down in his car and knelt down before me, holding my face in his hands.

  “Do you see what I mean, Kendra? You're not safe. Only I can keep you safe right now,” he said. “Are you willing to go back to my place for a while?”

  I nodded, suddenly feeling very tired. The almost non-stop surge of adrenaline I'd been running on, mixed with the outright terror I'd been feeling, shaped a perfect storm inside of me, leaving me feeling wrung out and exhausted.

  I just wanted to sleep, even if it meant sleeping at Marco's house at this point. He had saved me, after all. If the man wanted me dead, he wouldn't have killed his cousin to protect me.

  I stared into his dark eyes and there he was—there was the man I'd fallen for in my office all those weeks ago. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the car, and only woke up briefly as Marco carried me inside his home, laying me down in a bed that felt so strange, but oh so comfortable.

  After everything that happened, it was strange to admit that I never felt as safe as I did in Marco's home that evening.

  “How you feeling?” Marco asked after I opened my eyes.

  The bright light streaming in through the window made my head throb. I squinted and then cringed away from the light, trying to shrink back from it as I attempted to figure out where I was. Slowly, the cobwebs started to clear, and it took me a minute to remember everything that had happened.

  Pain lanced through my head, making the first word I was able to utter something like, “Oww.”

  “That bad, huh?” Marco said, sitting on the bed beside me.

  When I looked around at the bed I was lying in, I realized it wasn't just any bed. It was his bed.

  “My face hurts the most,” I said. “But, my head isn’t too far behind.”

  “Well, he got you pretty good,” he said softly, stroking my cheek as he lifted my face up to look at it. “I cleaned it up as best as I could, but I'm afraid that gash he gave you might leave a bit of a scar.”

  “I'm alive, that's all that matters,” I said.

  I closed my eyes and relished the sensation of having his hand on my cheek, caressing me. I felt myself almost involuntarily leaning into his touch. And when I opened my eyes again, I finally found the words I needed to say.

  “Thank you,” I said. “For saving my life. I know he was family and—”

  “Shhh,” Marco said, pressing his finger to my lips. “He made his own choices in life and he crossed a line. He's not on board with the direction I'm trying to steer my family. It was his decision to make and he paid the price for it. Let's just leave it at that.”

  “But you saved me, Marco. You saved my life,” I said. “I can't forget that.”

  “Oh, right, you can't forget the part where I'm a hero,” he teased, a crooked grin on his otherwise perfect face. “But the rest of it? Yeah, you don't need to worry your pretty little head over it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat to save you.”

  “Why?” I asked. “I mean, I don't get it. Why would you do that for me? How could I possibly mean that much to you?”

  Marco lowered himself down so that his face was just inches from mine. A fire low and deep inside of me ignited when I felt his hot breath against my lips, and I so badly wanted to kiss him.

  “Because I protect what's mine,” he said.

  Before I could stop myself, I leaned closer and pressed my lips ever so gently against his. Marco hesitated for a brief moment, but then kissed me back, cupping my face in his hands and pulling me closer to him. He kissed me hard and with passion, his tongue moving into my mouth and ending our moment of ecstasy after biting my lower lip. When he pulled away and stared into my eyes, my lips still tingled from the kiss, and the fire within me was burning out of control.

  And as I looked into his dreamy eyes, I had to admit, I wanted more.

  “Why'd you stop?” I asked him. I reached out and tugged on his shirt, pulling him closer to me. He gave me that roguish, crooked grin of his that melted my insides.

  “Who said I was stopping? I was only letting you catch your breath,” he said.

  Marco kissed me again, his hands tangled in my hair. He pushed me down flat on the bed and climbed on top of me. I reveled in the feeling of his firm, deliciously hard body pressing against mine. I reached for his shirt and ripped it off of him, exposing his six-pack abs and sculpted pecs. Tattoos dotted his chest, arms, and stomach, making him look dangerous and incredibly sexy.

  My fingers traced over the large design on his chest as his lips moved down to my neck, kissing and nibbling as he moved lower and lower down my body. He pulled off the tank top I'd been wearing and then made quick work of taking off my bra. As I arched up, my breasts were in his large, rough hands. He stared up at me from between my D-cups and smiled as he took a nipple between his lips, lightly sucking on it and sending a shudder of pleasure rippling through my entire body.

  The sensation was intense and sudden. I entirely welcomed and wanted it. With a groan escaping my lips, my back arched upward as every nerve in my body went wild. I ached for him, and I knew I had to have him inside of me now.

  “Yes ….yes,” I muttered as Marco teased my nipple with his tongue, while watching me writhe in pleasure beneath him.

  “Oh yes, Marco. Please...”

  “Please what?” he asked me.

  “Please, I ne
ed you inside of me,” I said.

  “What was that? I didn't hear you, Kendra,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Did you say you wanted me to fuck you?”

  “YES!” I cried out.

  I moaned as his hands moved over the length of my body. I felt his fingers brush against my crotch, only the material of my jeans separating me from him. I wriggled and writhed, fumbling with the buttons of my pants; trying to get them off as quickly as possible.

  “No, I need you to say it,” he said. “You need to tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to—” I whispered the next words. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Louder, Kendra,” he said, sliding his hands down and groping me between the legs.

  “Please, Marco,” I said, almost wanting to slap him for torturing me so badly. “Please fuck me. Fuck me now.”

  Marco smiled as he removed my pants and moved down low on my body, slipping his face between my thighs. I gasped at the feeling of his hot breath on my most sensitive parts.

  Marco's finger circled my clit as he smiled up at me. God, what a beautiful sight—having him between my legs, looking up at me, that crooked grin on his face as he prepared to lick my pussy. I felt myself growing hotter and wetter by the second, just staring at him.

  “Mmm, you smell delicious, Kendra,” he purred.

  Marco lowered himself down just enough so that he could tease me with the tip of his tongue. I arched my hips upward, toward him, encouraging him to bury his tongue inside of me. And he grabbed hold of my ass with his strong, rough hands, but he still continued to watch me.

  “You really want this,” he said. “Don't you, baby?”

  “I do,” I said, biting my lip.

  “Good,” he said. “Because I'm going to enjoy every ounce of you.”

  He lowered his face and went down on me, kissing and sucking and licking until I couldn't take it anymore. My head was pressed back into his pillow and I was on the verge of coming when he pulled away, staring up at me, with his eyes glistening from the sunlight slanting in through the windows. Even that, just looking at him, with my juices coating his mouth was almost enough to make me come.

  “Why'd you stop?” I gasped.

  My breath was a little ragged, and my voice sounded whiny and desperate. I was so close. So very close. And not being able to topple over that edge into orgasmic bliss was driving me fucking crazy.

  “Because I want to make you beg for it, Kendra,” he said. “Can you be a good little girl and beg for me?”

  “Please, Marco.”

  “You already know what I’m waiting for Kendra. Please what?” he said.

  “Please make me come,” I said.

  My eyes were locked upon his as I reached down and touched myself. He watched as I fingered myself, clearly enjoying the show. God, he was going to drive me absolutely crazy. The tips of my fingers traced my swollen lips, circled my clit, and then I plunged them deep inside of me. I got my fingers good and wet before taking them out and sliding them into his mouth. He savored the taste of me, licking and sucking my juices off of my fingers with zeal.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Seems like you're doing a fine enough job on your own,” he said with a wink. “Maybe you don't need me after all.”

  I took my hand back and reached for him, trying to grab hold of anything I could. He smiled as he moved his head back and forth like a boxer trying to avoid being punched.

  “No, I need you, Marco,” I said, the tone in my voice bordering on desperate. “I need you.”

  My eyes must have conveyed the desperation I felt because Marco lowered his face, burying it between my thighs again. And as he ran his tongue along my hot, wet opening, right away I was there, on the edge all over again. I ran my fingers through his long, silky locks and kept on begging him to continue, to keep licking me. To get me off. He worked me expertly with his tongue, and my pleasure built into an unbearable crescendo.

  My body tensed up as the first wave hit me, so hard and so fast it almost took my breath away. Groaning, I lost all control of my body and just let myself go. I surrendered to Marco, savoring every second of my glorious orgasm. But even as it subsided, I was ready for more.

  I needed more.

  That fire inside of me was hot and bright as he looked up at me. A wave of sensations coursed through me as I watched him licking my juices from his luscious lips. I knew I needed this man inside of me right that minute. I couldn't wait a second longer.

  “Fuck me, Marco,” I begged. “Please, I need you inside of me. Right now.”

  “Your wish is my command, Kendra,” he said, standing up and dropping his pants.

  Seeing him completely naked for the first time was an experience. He was built like a god, from his tattooed chest to his six-pack abs, down to the V leading to his glorious cock. Every inch of this man was perfection.

  And there were quite a few inches of him to admire below the belt. He was long and thick and utterly perfect. His cock stood straight up at attention, rock hard, and I couldn't wait to know what it felt like to have him buried inside of me. Spreading my legs open, I beckoned for him to climb on top of me, and he did. I felt the head of his thick cock pressing against my opening as he kissed me. The sensation of his cock pressing against my throbbing pussy was almost enough to make me orgasm again.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked him. “I'm not on the pill.”

  Marco laughed and looked down at me. “I'm sterile, remember?”

  Biting my lip, I knew I should tell him to wrap it up anyway. There were other concerns than pregnancy out there. And not knowing his history—though, I could guess that it was plentiful—I knew I'd feel a lot more comfortable if he did.

  “Do you have one?”

  “I'm sorry,” he said, looking deflated. “I don't keep them on hand since my ex left me. It's okay. We can stop now. We probably should—”

  He started to pull away from me, but I wrapped my legs around him. My body was betraying the logical part of my brain, and I knew I should stop—but there was no way my body was going to let me stop now. I ached with desire, longing to feel him inside of me.

  “No!” I said, holding onto him. “I don't want to stop.”

  “You sure about that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I can promise you that I'm clean—I do get tested regularly. But I know that's what every guy would say, right? You'd have to trust me, and I'm not sure—”

  “I do trust you,” I said, pulling him close, and I meant it. “Please, Marco, don't stop. I need you—”

  Before I could finish my sentence, Marco thrust himself inside of me, spreading me open and filling me up with a power and force that took my breath away. The sensation of his entering me like that was unlike anything I'd felt before, and it literally left me speechless. He stared down at me, and judging by the look on his face, I had to think it felt amazing for him too.

  “God, I've been waiting to do this for so long,” he said, taking a second so our bodies could get used to being joined together.

  “Me too,” I said. “You have no idea.”

  He kissed me again, and this time, his body and mine were moving together in perfect rhythm. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, my nails dug into his shoulders, and with each thrust of his cock into me, I moved up to meet him so he could go as deep as humanly possible. I wanted every inch of him buried deep inside of me, and Marco was happy to give it to me.

  A part of me wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do—giving in to my most basic needs like this—but I decided to tell that part of me to shut up.

  Sweat dripped from his forehead as he looked down upon me, his face twisted into a look of pure pleasure as he pumped away, thrusting his cock in and out of my tight little hole. Each thrust hit me in just the right spots. I couldn't contain my groans of pleasure, and found myself calling out his name over and over again.

  “Marco, yes, Marco... Oh god, yes...”

  My nails rak
ed down his back, digging into his flesh as he fucked me harder and faster, both of us coming so very close to the end. I could tell he was straining not to come too quickly, but in that moment, all I could think about was him losing control. I wanted to drive him absolutely crazy, just like he'd done to me. Clenching myself around him, I gripped his cock as hard as I could, causing Marco's body to jerk, making him lose his rhythm as he let out a guttural growl.

  “Fuck, Kendra. You keep that up and –”

  “That's what I want,” I said, doing it again.

  This time, his head fell forward and he moaned, trying to slow himself down. He gritted his teeth and his muscles clenched as he fought so hard to keep himself from coming.

  “Not just yet,” he said, straining to get the words out. “You need to come first.”

  I was so very close myself, and I knew that seeing him in the throes of his own climax would only bring me more pleasure. We locked eyes and our rhythm sped up. He thrust deep and I lifted my hips to meet each one, our skin slapping against one another with the force of our passion.

  “Come for me, Kendra,” he muttered into my ear. “I want to hear you scream for me, baby.”

  “Oh yes” I said, feeling the intense pleasure burning inside of me. “I'm going to –”

  But before I could even finish the sentence, I was thrashing and writhing beneath him, my body bucking wildly as he continued fucking me. My body spasmed uncontrollably underneath his as I came harder than I'd ever come in my life—and as I continued screaming and moaning, my body shuddering and trembling, I brought on Marco's orgasm.

  He pumped his hips into me slowly now, thrusting his cock deeper each time, as a loud groan escaped his throat. Seeing him in midst of filling me with his hot seed made me completely lose control and I orgasmed again, this time with him. The two of us came together, our bodies united and writhing in sheer ecstasy as he shot his seed deep inside of me. The look on his handsome face was priceless—his eyes were wide and filled with such need and desire for me. His smile faltered, his eyes rolling back into his head, nothing but sheer, intense pleasure written upon his face as he shot load after load of his warm, wet cum into me.