Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Chapter 24 (Marco)

I wrap my fingers in her hair, eliminating the space between our mouths, our body, and every cell which connects us on the plane. I don't pepper her with kisses but shove my tongue in her mouth consuming that small part of her, so she never wants for another. Her fingers dig into my neck, a sign that her possession of me will not be one made from softness. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The memory of her, like this, will be fierce, a Queen, fit to lead a group of dangerous and a king, who only wishes at this moment to lead her. I rip her skirt open from the side and the sound of it tearing causes something in me to come alive.

The fire blazes in my body as I take what's mine. She snaps my shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. I am a man, getting ruled by his dick, and his sweet virgin pussy, with the promise of a longer ending, Aliyana is mine. She will remember this moment forever and I will live in this unholy ritual of us. Aliyana writhes naked on the carpet.

Her body is moving, she can’t keep still. I slide my hands along her legs, up her thighs as she moves her hips, wanting me to take off her panties. I’ve slept with many women, and a lot of virgins in my days, and I know to be gentle, I am aware of breaking in unchartered territory.

But seeing her like this, as she takes her dainty fingers and pulls the clip in the front of her bra loose, writhing on the floor, as I slid her white lace down her thighs, I don’t want to break in. I want to take what belongs to me without any preparation, I want her to understand the love I give her, will mark her soul in a way that will be beautiful as it will be binding, and my love for her will hurt.

She must see my indecision, because she grabs on to my arm and pulls me down and just like she wants, I am consumed by her.

Aliyana pulls at my pants and I allow her, to open my zip, before her fingers completely take over, touching an already starving beast. She wraps her hand on the top part of my cock and I move my hips

a bit. But playing is not what I want. My lips take hers in a brutal kiss as I take her hands and hold them in one of mine.

My cock moves to her entrance,

“Mi dispiace.” I say it because what I am about to do is a fucking shame.

My sorry is to her, myself, and my daughter for my weakness. I rub my dick on her entrance, she's so fucking wet. I push in slowly wanting her to relax and just as she loosens up I slam in. She screams in pain as her neck drops back, her spin bends as my hand holds her hands in one and my other behind her shoulder.

The floor is hard on my knees and it just makes me want to lose myself in her. She is tensed, and I kiss her, her lips so sweet, but wrong, I drop my mouth to the crevice of her neck, and inhale her sweet tainted scent. So innocent, but wicked.

"You are mine now, Aliyana. Mine." I whisper in her neck, as I place a small kiss, right in the center before I pull out a bit, and slam back in, swallowing her cries with my mouth and she reciprocates.

"Yes."

The words slip from her lips, binding us, as I push right through all that makes her an angel, and like all angels getting their wings cut, she screams in pain and agony, but the more I go, the numbness of the paint blends with the friction of our bodies become one, as I working our bodies, to a rhythm of two lovers uniting after so long.

I taint her, with the taste of pleasure and pain. I grab her long blonde hair, as my dick stretches her beating, bleeding walls.

She lifts her body to kiss me, and her light glowing skin touches mine. I bite her lower lip as she throws her neck back, and like the beast that lives on the surface I suck on her neck, branding her in another way.

Her body bucks, there is no words shared. No declarations made. When she pulls my ass closer, I start moving.

Gliding in and out, I fuck her, getting off on the pain she will be stuck with for days to come. Knowing that I gave her that pain that will turn into deep pleasure once it subsides.

She is quiet now, no loud noise, a silent yet receptive lover. I don’t hold myself back as I explode deep inside her. Spent.

We lay like that. Blood smeared on us. Our minds both drifted to what we just did.

I wake up, on the floor in the library. Aliyana is not with me, I stare at the blood-streaked on my fingers and the stain on my shirt I used to wipe her. The books mock me from all corners, as the quietness of the aftermath of sin sings its sirens call.

A pen falls from my side with my journal which I see she got out of my safe. I smile as I open it.

A letter slips out. Written on the same rough paper.

Dear Marco

Life has not been kind to me. Karma and I have always been enemies. You think I don’t remember the man who stood in the corner of the room when I was 12 and watched me kill a man, but I do. But that girl you saw on the rooftop the day WE lost Ren is not me any longer. I am different, darkness has soaked me up and I am drowning in the aftermath of it all. You say you are the one with all the enemies but I am the biggest enemy of them all, I am a traitor to all you stand for.

I will not do what you ask of me, I will not betray my friend, nor will I marry the man who wishes to hurt him. Ren is dead Marco, and sometimes vengeance comes at too high of a price, and we have to stop ourselves and ask the question if. And I have made my choice, Mero is too high of a price so you can rest at night. He is innocent, and I am going to prove it.

The choices I am making will not allow us to be together. I have loved you since before I even knew you, and I will love you even after you forget why you ever cared. Which is why we can’t be. We both have our secrets and this one we just shared would be the one that will always be my most precious. I gave you something of me that is more than my heart, and body. I gave you the last of my honor. Now I must live with loyalty and that loyalty does not extend to a Catelli any longer. I need to find my sister, and I need to avenge my friend, my way. I am sorry we part ways like this, but I won’t have the courage to tell the man who has finally made me belong that he should marry someone else. Marry Camilla, she loves you and in time your feelings for me would lessen and you would love her just as much and look after that kid, and never stop loving her as fiercely as you do, because a father's love is stronger than anything she’ll ever feel. And hold her tight, so she knows that you are safe.

I suggest you put on the news someone has to take the blame for all those deaths. Choose quickly Marco, the game has begun and Lucca Sanati is first on the list.

Until we meet again

Love Always

Aliyana

I get up and lift the glass ball on my desk and fling it across the room, it hits the wall and shatters. I swipe everything off the desk and lift the desk up and throw it over. Our scent still lingers in this room, her blood, proof of our union is stained on my very flesh and she has left me, betrayed me, without even so much as a fucking moment to talk.

I scream and let all my hurt, anger, the feelings of everything out.

She left me! She is gone.

I know Aliyana and I are not done. I will make her mine, and she’ll pay for hurting me like this. But she is right, Lucca must be stopped.