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Story: Dark Mafia Crown

“You should have come to me, Aria,” he says, voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “Do you want to pay the price for that?”

In one swift, violent motion, he spins me around and pins me to the wall beside the window. The sudden movement knocks the breath from my lungs. He steps behind me, crowding me against the wall—but doesn’t touch until I lean back into him.

I should shove him away. But instead, I melt. What’s wrong with me?

“You thought you could play games with me?” His lips brush against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “With a Bianchi?”

I feel a flush of heat between my legs. What’s happening to me? This man literally forced me to marry him, and my body is responding with… desire?

“I’m sorry,” I gasp.

“Are you?” His hand slides from my hip to my stomach, fingers splaying wide. “I don’t think you are. Not yet.”

He turns me to face him again, his movements controlled and deliberate. Up close, I can see the flecks of gold in his green eyes, the perfect fullness of his lower lip. Over a decade my senior, but there’s not a line on his face that doesn’t add to his dangerous allure.

“If you’re sorry, show me,” he says, stepping back.

My mouth goes dry.

“You heard me.” His voice is cold, but his eyes burn.

Something in me should be confused, should wonder how I could possibly show him I’m sorry when all I have are words. But instead, a dark thrill shoots through me. My fingers tremble as they move to the top button of my blouse.

I watch his eyes widen, ever so slightly, his gaze steamy as it travels to wherever my fingers are.

I unbutton my blouse slowly, revealing the simple white bra beneath. Marco watches, and I can feel the heat of his gaze like a physical touch. I shrug the blouse off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

My skirt follows, pooling around my ankles. Standing before him in just my underwear, I feel exposed in more ways than one. Vulnerable. And yet, strangely powerful too, seeing the way his eyes darken as they sweep over my body.

“The rest,” he says, his voice rougher now.

I reach behind to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away. My nipples harden in the cool air—or maybe from his unwavering stare. With one last moment, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slide them down my legs, stepping out of them.

I stand straight, shoulders back, and meet his gaze defiantly.

“Does this show you how sorry I am?” I whisper, tracing a slow line from my collarbone down to the apex of my thighs.

“Tell me to stop, Aria. Tell me not to picture you kneeling right in front of me. Tell me not to want you the way I do.”

“Don’t. I want you to want me.”

He groans, a low sound vibrating through him, a slow smile curling across his lips. “Kneel.”

My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it. Slowly, I sink to my knees on the hardwood floor, the surface cool against my bare skin.

Marco loosens his tie and then unbuttons his suit jacket, shrugging it off. He carefully drapes it over a nearby chair before turning back to me. His hand goes to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness.

He doesn’t have to tell me what more he wants. I already know.

Hell, the shiver down my spine tells me—I want to render him powerless. He might think he’s controlling me, but I’m going to be the one to bring him to his knees.

I lick my lips nervously, then part them. He frees himself from his boxer briefs, his erection already hard. My stomach flutters with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

He steps closer, one hand resting on the back of my head.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek. The praise shouldn’t affect me, but it does, sending a pulse of heat between my legs. “Take control, Aria. Make me forget how furious I am.”

I lean forward, wrapping my lips around him. He hisses in a breath as I take him deeper, the taste of him filling my mouth. His hand fists in my hair, guiding my movements.