My Italian Beast (Part One)

by Marian Tee

When I didn’t say anything, Marcus’ lips slowly curved into an amused smile. “So this is how you look like when you’re jealous.”

  My cheeks flamed into life, and I protested, “I am not jealous---”

  “You look adorable,” Marcus commented at the same time. “Maybe I should make you more jealous---”

  “You just try,” I snarled.

  He chuckled. “So you admit it then?”

  Oh!

  Crap.

  Furious and humiliated, I tried shoving him away, but Marcus’ arms were immovable.

  “Like I said,” Marcus murmured devilishly. “Adorable.” And then he was kissing me hard, and every time I tried pushing him away, his tongue only dove deeper into my mouth, his passion spurred on by my aggression.

  I tried yanking his hair, and he retaliated by ripping my blouse open.

  I gasped as he tore his mouth away from mine.

  “Y-you---”

  “Save it,” he muttered, “for the wedding night.”

  A shriek of sheer frustration escaped me, and I tried to kick him off me as he pushed me down on the backseat.

  “G-get off---”

  But Marcus’ head kept descending, and then his mouth captured one lace-covered bra.

  I screamed, my fingers moving to his hair. I tried yanking his head away, but it only made him suck harder on my breast.

  Oh God. Oh crap. Oh God.

  As he continued playing with my nipple, I could feel my resistance ebbing…

  And so could he.

  When my grip on his hair loosened, his mouth released my nipple, and I swallowed back a moan.

  His blazing dark eyes captured mine. “You’re the only one I want to fuck, Anneke.” He punctuated the words with a hard squeeze of my breasts, and I jerked.

  “Capisci?”

  I could only moan in answer, his mouth having already taken my other nipple and his hands snaking down my body. When he suddenly changed our positions, placing me on top of him in reverse, I knew what he wanted without being told.

  My fingers fumbled with his zip as I felt him parting my folds open.

  His cock sprung free as his tongue licked the lines of my pussy, and I screamed and shuddered.

  His tongue started thrusting in, and I grasped for his fully erect cock and slowly took him into my mouth. The combination of being pleasured by his tongue while I deep-throated him was phenomenal---

  Our panting scorched the air as he ground his cock into my mouth and I pushed my pussy against his. Heat started to unfurl, and time became measurable by the strokes of our tongues.

  Our bodies started to tighten, his fingers digging into the side of my hips while my fingers around his cock tightened.

  So close…

  We’re so close now…

  A simultaneous explosion of heat set off inside us, and our bodies arched involuntarily against each other---

  And then we were coming at the same time, his cock shooting his load down my throat while Marcus lapped every drop of cum that leaked past my still-swollen folds.

  When we made it to Marcus’ beachside mansion, the judge he had invited to perform the civil ceremony in private was already waiting in his living room. The older man glanced at me and sighed. “I can wait for a few more minutes so you can have time to freshen up.”

  “T-thank you,” I stammered.

  A maid directed me to the room that had been prepared for my use, and an embarrassed gasp escaped me when I caught sight of my reflection on the full-length mirror.

  Craaaaap!

  My hair looked like it had been struck by a tornado, my lips badly swollen, and the buttons of my blouse completely mismatched.

  Crap. Crap. Crap.

  First there was the scene at his grandmother’s funeral, then the scream fest at his office, and now this. Was marriage to Marcus Ravelli destined to turn me into the most infamous sexpot?

  After taking a quick shower, I entered the walk-in closet, and it was as Marcus exactly promised. Everything I had purchased online this afternoon was waiting for me: the pearl barrettes for my hair were laid out on the vanity table, my white silk dress was hanging on a clothes rack, and below it were the limited-edition Valentino heels that I had begged one of my America-based cousins, who had connections in the fashion industry, to get for me.

  Almost an hour had passed by the time I made my way downstairs, with the same maid - Ginger – escorting me to the garden at the back.

  An exclamation of surprised pleasure escaped me. The garden had also been outfitted for the wedding, with a red carpet laid out all the way to the floral arbor. In it was the judge, and waiting by the steps was Marcus, breathtakingly gorgeous in a tux.

  Standing at one side was a rather famous quintet, and when they started playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D, I took it as my cue to walk down the aisle.

  Was this really happening?

  Willem was going to kill me.

  Was I really going to marry Marcus Ravelli?

  Willem was absolutely going to kill me.

  By the time I reached Marcus’ side, I was shaking with fear and uncertainty.

  Crap. Crap. Crap.

  This was really happening.

  But then Marcus took my hand in his, and his heat melted the ice around me. “There’s nothing to fear, bambini.” His low, deep, voice was reassurance in itself – its familiar, accented cadence making me close my eyes.

  His hand tightened. Everything’s going to be alright.

  And I held his hand just as tightly. I know.

  Chapter Twelve

  There were candles and rose petals everywhere, and the whole room looked just too magical and beautiful I was seriously tempted to cry.

  When Marcus made me face him, his fingers touching the corner of my eyes, it was only then I realized that the tears had already started falling.

  Marcus whispered, “Why the tears, bambina?”

  “Because,” I choked, “you make me feel beautiful and special, and I’m not used---” The rest of my words was lost in his kiss.

  And it was exactly what I wanted, the kind that I might never have the words for.

  Hard and deep, brutal and savage in its passion---

  Marcus letting me know that he wanted me so much he had come undone, his civilized core laid to waste.

  When he lifted his head, he said hoarsely, “This is only the start.” His hands cupped my face. “You know that, do you not?”

  “Si.”

  A groan escaped him, and then he was kissing me again, harder than ever, and it was the sweetest agony. I never wanted it to end.

  We began moving towards the bed, Marcus walking backwards, dragging me with him without breaking the kiss. Our hands started to rush around each other’s bodies, both of us desperate to discard our clothes.

  When I struggled with his bowtie, he simply wrenched it off, and I choked on a laugh against his lips. His jacket fell to the floor along with my panties, and he hauled me close to unzip the back of my dress while I worked furiously on the buttons of his blouse.

  “Get out of your dress,” he grated out.

  I didn’t have to be told twice, and the silky fabric fell to the floor at the same time his shirt and pants did. I reached for his briefs, and in another moment that was off, too.

  And then we were naked---

  He was bronze and hard all over, and I wondered fleetingly how it could be. Did that mean he swam and sunbathed nude? The thought was agonizing, fanning the fires of both lust and jealousy, but somehow I found myself savoring the pain of it.

  I hated the thought that other women might have seen Marcus Ravelli naked, but oh, the thought that this man was now mine---

  A sense of possessiveness washed over me. They could look all they want, but it was all they could ever do.

  Marcus crooked a finger towards me, and I moved towards him with shaking legs.

  The closer I got, the bigger his cock seemed---

  Would I ever get used to just how massive i
t was?

  Probably not, I thought with a gulp, and that wasn’t exactly a bad thing, was it?

  I wetted my lips as his cock grew larger before my eyes.

  A moment later, his hand shot out, and then he was hauling me forward, causing me to tumble against him.

  My breasts grazed his chest, my nipples puckering, and I whimpered, my hands automatically moving up to clutch his shoulders.

  His mouth traveled to my ear, and Marcus purred, “Remember what you once told me, Anneke?”

  I shook my head, whispering, “W-what?”

  He whirled me around, and as my back fell against his chest, I realized we were facing his mirror.

  A choked whimper escaped me.

  “You told me you’re mine to do whatever I want.”

  The silken heat of his words made my breasts ache painfully, and I moaned when I saw my nipples get bigger through its reflection on the mirror.

  “Do you remember now?” Marcus whispered.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Then if I tell you I’ll defile you now---”

  I couldn’t help but moan, couldn’t help but writhe against his body, and his head moved down, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck.

  “Does the thought of being defiled arouse you that much?” His hands moved down my body, and when I didn't answer fast enough, his hand landed against the left cheek of my ass, the sharp sound ringing inside the room.

  I jerked, and he growled, “Answer me.”

  He slapped my ass a second time.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  He slapped my ass a third time. “It doesn’t scare you?”

  I shook my head. It should have…but it didn’t.

  His tongue licked my ear, and I shuddered.

  How foolish I was, to think that I already knew everything there was to Marcus Ravelli inside the bedroom.

  I was so clearly wrong, but it didn’t matter.

  It also meant there was so much more to discover…and I couldn’t wait.

  Marcus sat on the edge of the bed and moved back until there was enough space for me to sit between his legs. His bed was so tall that my feet ended up dangling in the air, and when we looked at the mirror again, he murmured almost broodingly, “You look so damn small.”

  “But not fragile,” I whispered.

  He was quiet. “No.” His tone was hard but there was something else in it, something that made his eyes opaque and his jaw clench. “Is it because you’ve changed?”

  “I d-don’t know.” I turned to look at him over my shoulder, saying faintly, “But you changed, too.” I licked my lips. “Didn’t y---”

  He cut my words off by capturing my mouth in a kiss, and I moaned even as I kissed him back just as hungrily.

  Lifting his head, he said savagely, “You’re wrong, bambina.”

  His teeth sank into my lower lip, biting just hard enough to cause pain, and my hands fumbled before settling on his thighs, my fingers digging sharply into his legs.

  He released my lip, and I gasped, “Marcus!” The violence in his kiss should have terrified me, but it just made me want---

  More.

  His head lowered again, and with his lips brushing against mine, he said hoarsely, “I never changed. I’ve always been like this.” His tongue licked my lips. “And deep inside...”

  His arms went around my body, his fingers finding my breasts.

  He moved his head away, and our gazes met through the mirror. “You had always known that.” He tugged my nipples hard as he spoke, and I gasped, my body arching---

  “Didn’t you?”

  My head fell back against his chest. “Yes.”

  And when he started pinching my nipples, I sobbed out, “Yes.”

  And we both knew that I was saying ‘yes’ to everything.

  “What a bad girl you are.”

  “Yes.”

  “A dirty girl, too.”

  “Yes.”

  His hand snaked down my body. “I’ll need to defile you…”

  I moaned.

  “And you’ll like it…”

  Three of his fingers slowly pushed inside of me.

  “Won’t you?”

  He suddenly shoved his fingers hard into my pussy, and I sobbed out, “Yes!”

  He began fucking me with his fingers, harder and harder, and my hips moved on their own accord, desperately meeting his savage thrusts.

  “You’re so damn tight,” he groaned. “You’re like a fucking virgin.”

  A weak laugh escaped me even as my hips continued to chase after his fingers. “A-are you serious?” His other hand went between my legs as I spoke, his thumb circling over my clit, and I moaned.

  “Oh God.”

  “That’s right, bambina.” His thumb on my clit pressed harder, and I started to see stars. “I’m the only man who can make you feel this.”

  A fourth finger went inside my pussy.

  “You’ll forget all the other men---”

  I shook my head, moaning, “Marcus.” I twisted my head to look at him over my shoulder. “There’s no other man.”

  “Damn right there won’t be---”

  A giggle escaped me, but one that quickly turned into a gasp because the four fingers inside of my pussy had started moving.

  “Y-you’re wrong,” I panted out. “I meant, there’s been no other man ever.” Licking my lips, I whispered, “I’m a virgin---”

  Marcus stilled.

  And so did I. I wasn’t expecting fireworks, but I hadn’t expected him to turn the whole thing into a mannequin challenge either.

  “M-Marcus?”

  And then he was shoving me away, his fingers pulling out of my pussy as I fell on the bed.

  He whirled to face me as he got to his feet. “Fuck.”

  His face was white. “Fuck.”

  And then he was walking away.

  Chapter Thirteen

  For a long time, I simply stayed on the bed, naked and on my knees, my arms around myself. The cold I felt came from the inside, and there was no way to ward it off. I tried to wait for him. I tried to tell myself that everything would be fine, tried to tell myself this was just another misunderstanding that could eventually sort itself out.

  All I had to do was wait.

  I just had to wait.

  Just wait, I told myself. It was something I now knew I was good at. Because now I also knew that all this time – I had been waiting.

  For almost a decade, all I had done was wait for Marcus to come back.

  So I just needed to do the same thing, I thought feverishly, and everything would be okay.

  Marcus himself had promised me.

  So wait.

  Just wait.

  I probably could have waited for an eternity, and I wouldn’t have minded.

  If not for those cries.

  When the strange, terrifying buzzing in my mind stopped---

  That was when I heard it.

  Tiny soft cries---

  And they terrified me.

  How those little cries terrified me because I knew – even without knowing where they came from – oh, I knew. Deep inside me, I knew those tiny soft cries had the power to destroy me.

  Forcing my limbs to move, I slipped my arms into a silk robe and tied its sash around me before making my way out of the room.

  The hallways were dark, and I had to fumble my way down the stairs.

  The tiny soft cries continued.

  I followed the sound until I realized they were coming from the basement. The door had been left ajar, and it silently swung open at one nudge of my fingers.

  My bare beet silently pounded the cemented steps as I descended. The entire basement turned out to be an entire hallway of rooms, and at the very end a sliver of light streaked out from under the door.

  The cries came from the same place, and they weren’t so tiny or soft now.

  Terror clawed at my body.

  I knew the only thing left to do was to walk towards the room and open
the door so I could confront my fears.

  For better or for worse.

  But I couldn’t.

  I just couldn’t.

  And so I waited. I wished. I hoped. I prayed.

  Until the words were no longer coherent, and my thoughts were a complete mess---

  Until all I could do was just breathe.

  When the door finally opened, a laughing, naked girl came out---

  A cry escaped me.

  The girl turned towards me in shock, and then her eyes sharpened into slits before she lifted her head with a toss of her hair.

  She sauntered towards me.

  And I found myself backing away.

  The girl laughed, and shame devoured me.

  “Someone like you can never satisfy him.”

  Behind her, Marcus came out of the room, and he jerked when our eyes met.

  He was fully clothed. But it didn’t matter. I knew that face. I GODDAMN knew that face---

  And I knew he had just come.

  Marcus started walking towards us, his eyes never leaving me as he said curtly, “Get out.”

  The girl bowed. “Yes, Master.” But her eyes smirked at me before leaving, and I had never felt so low in my life.

  That girl was – what – a decade younger than me?

  My head snapped towards Marcus, and I didn’t even have the strength to scream at him. I didn’t even know if I could be mad. How could I be mad when I just didn’t---

  I just didn’t…

  “Marcus.” His name came out a broken whisper. It was the only thing I could say, and I knew – when he stiffened and his face hardened – I knew he knew what was it I really wanted to say.

  Why?

  But Marcus only gazed at me with dark eyes that were no longer anything I recognized.

  “I don’t understand,” I choked out.

  His lips twisted. “You were never meant to.”

  And that was all he said.

  That was all he GODDAMN said before walking past me---

  I fell to my knees.

  “I don’t understand.”

  But Marcus never looked back.

  THE END

  MY ITALIAN BEAST (PART TWO) WILL BE OUT DECEMBER 15, 2016

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for taking the time to read this book, and I hope you enjoyed the first half of Anneke & Marcus’ story. As mentioned above, the second half will be out on the fifteenth – I hope you can stay with Anneke & her Italian beast until the end.