Marcelo POV
The drive is quiet. It doesn't help she's drunk. Not right after her father just died in the car with her. It's not good she isn't crying. She hasn't looked me in the eyes. I haven't said much because I don't want to talk to her. I figured she was sleeping with that guy still. I want to hate her. Is it bad I find her so gorgeous right now?
Right after his funeral. She's wearing black jeans and a black long sleeve too with a coat over. She's hurting. Physically and mentally. I shouldn't have let Andre have her. I should've killed him. But she was so happy. It was simple for her that way. I only lasted in that cell three months. The system can't get there way with me. I'm happy I came out in time. It's the universe I swear. It keeps giving me chances with her. She's eighteen. But it still feels wrong to lust and want her so bad.
What is she thinking about? I want to kiss her so hard. A year and one month it's been. And we're here again. I'm driving her to my place. I'm going to make it right with her. I need to make it right with her.
I need to tell her everything. I want to have her as mine. She still has on the necklace. She's always had on the necklace.
Serena POV
It's been two days. I've been in his home because I don't want to be alone. He hasn't talked to me. I don't know why. He doesn't even want to look at me. And it hurts. I know he sees that. We didn't leave on the worst terms. A lot has just changed. His son is here. Sleeping. Hasn't said a word to me neither. I'm starting to think they're the same. Marco. He looks like him. He stares at me when I eat. Or even breathe. Examining me like I'm some dog.
I knock on his door.
I want him.
He opens.
"Stop pushing me away."
"You haven't said anything to me. I'm hurting and I need you to distract me or anything." I have so much more. Because when he does look at me his eyes are full of hurt and regret.
He stares at me.
"Is that it?"
"Yes."
"You should trust me, and trust this."
"I do trust you." He states.
"Thank you."
I don't know why but that felt nice to let out. He's always calling the shots and I'm abiding because i was a minor. And yes he does have somewhat of an authority over me. But it gets annoying. Like that I turn around and take three steps. Only three steps before his lips are parting and letting out six words I want to hear over and over again.
"Serena I want to fuck you."
"Distract you." He corrects.
My heart falls to my feet.
No.
My heart falls downstairs. And that's a long journey since how big his lace is.
"Now."
I can feel every pulse in my body ache. I become hot. Lava. I'm suffocating as I make my way over to him again. He's keeping composure but I know better.
"What do you want?" I ask carefully just wanting to hear him admit to it again. To give me the satisfaction and make my ego bigger then it's ever been.
"Get in and I can show you." He whispers into my ear.
He's serious.
So I step in. The door closes. And locks. He's standing behind me. Then in front of me. I wish I can pull away as he kisses me. Think it over for the hundredth time. But I don't. He doesn't stop. He kisses me like no other. My body isn't even in control as he removes my clothes. He picks me up kissing me harder. "Make sure to tell me to stop if you don't want to anymore." I just nod. No need for that. I'll be telling him the opposite.
There's some hesitation as his hands linger against my body. He's seen me before. Completely . I think he forgets he's done this before. He lays me on his bed and he removes his sweats plus boxers. I don't focus on how big he is and how it's frightening. I only focus on his lips on my body. His room is shining with light from the night lamp.
He sucks on the sides of my neck. Leaving marks. His hands are gripping on my thighs and waist. He doesn't realize it hurts. But I wouldn't have it another way. He removes my panties. A cool breeze hits me. My thoughts hit me.
But when he pressed himself against me. I become lost. I loose my thoughts.
"Look at me." His voice is lower. I look at him. It's hard to but I do. He's putting himself inside me and I'm taking it. Well I have to clearly.
It hurts. My eyes are watering and this is worse then my first time if that's even possible. But it's because it's with him and no one else. His thumb traces over my lips as he goes in slowly. He tears me apart for him.
"This is what you wanted?" He asks before kissing me so softly but with such less control. I can taste my tears and I know he can too.
"So tight and wet." He groans pushing deeper into me. If I could scream I would. Well I can but I don't. It feels good with him. But hurts so much.
My hand is in his hair again. He's starting to move in and out of me. Steady strokes. For a little. Before he's pounding into me. Whispering so many dirty things that I try not to explode from. My moans would be heard from the city. It hurt so much that night. My entire body hurt, I don't know if he did it to test me, to let out his emotions, or because he wanted me to feel it this way. All I know is that it felt good.
Having him over me. My legs parted for him to take for himself was the best new feelings.
He would roll his hips deeper into me. It felt like hours. My nails were marking his back. And I didn't want it to stop. It didn't stop. For most the night he was inside me. Multiple times. Multiple places.
Marcelo POV
"What happened to Andre?" I ask. I have to ask. Her head is on my shoulder as we watch some cartoon. It's Marco. Not even us. I talked to him to shut the fuck up. He's my son and I love him but he has a lot to say at wrong times. I can tell my little girl would've been quiet if she was still here. Marco is almost eight. I'm with him more then anyone would think. I just don't want him dead. I don't think I'd have enough will to live if that happened.
"It's been three months since I've spoken to him." She answers.
That fucking long. I roll my eyes and stay quiet.
I put her hair to the side and look down at her. She looks up at me.
"What's changed?"
She needs time. I'm going to give her time. I want her to tell me herself what she's hiding. Right now she's going to break any second. It's been two weeks since his death and she's aching.
"I can be with you now." I answer truthfully. "Something always goes wrong though." That's true.
"There's been no one else for me."
I kiss her. I kiss her hard. And I'm going to make sure to kiss her everyday. I'm not going to let her leave so easily. She's mine.
She needs to know things are clear now. We're always winding up together.
