His Little One✔️

13 His dominance.

I was abruptly scooped into Marcello's gentle arms without saying a word, and in my inebriated state, I pouted as he carried me out of the club.

I stroked my hands up and down his cheeks in an attempt to make his angry expressions happy and satisfied.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Amia Snow." I could hear Marcello whisper in my ear while escorting me out the club.

"B..but I wanted to havve funnnn aaand prove I'm not boring." I slurred while giggling.

"Your cutee." I muttered softly snuggling more into his arms as he proceeded to cradle me to his chest while we were seated inside the car.

"How did you attain such a dress Amia and why were you wearing it?" Marcello voice sound displeased.

"Y..you don't like it?" I pouted as his eyes took in my dress before snapping towards me with a glare.

While Marcello let me to continue singing the songs at the club despite the throbbing in my head, his hand slowly stroking my face and appraising my features for reasons I didn't understand before moving to my neck and his eyes appearing to harden.

"My gift to you, little one, the necklace, where is it?" I squirmed deeper into Marcello's reassuring arms as I felt the darkness engulf me. Marcello held my chin firmly in his hand while looking into my eyes, but all I could make out was the darkness consuming me all around.

Next day....

When I awoke from my slumber, I sprang towards the bathroom door and hurled all the alcohol I had consumed the previous night down the toilet as it burnt my throat.

I don't remember coming home or taking off my clothing, but while I was brushing my teeth, I realized that I was not wearing the dress I had worn to the club but rather my regular house clothes.

Discovering that something was wrong I hesitantly opened the bathroom door and peaked my head outside to my room noticing that Marcello was now sitting in my bed.

I exited the restroom and sighed in relief. Despite being a little disturbed by the fact that he was intently observing me and making me feel as though I had done something wrong, I was nonetheless elated to see him and thankful it hasn't been someone else that changed my clothes.

"Amia, come here to me." I complied with his request and headed over to him while blushing.

Marcello had me spread my legs and spoon him while I sat on top of him.

"Why?" Was his question, and I pouted because I was at a loss for words as the memories flooded back. I bit my lip in nervousness.

"W-why I went to the club?" His hand massaged soothing circles around my back as a way of calming my tensed body.

Marcello didn't answer but instead remained silent and continued to observe me as if still waiting on my answer.

"W-well Elizabeth believed it would be great for me and her to go out, she had also mentioned you.........you had a predilection for women that party as your name is rather popular for dating," I said but was abruptly halted by Marcello before I could continue.

"Little one, there's a reason I desire you over everyone else to be my lady and not just some random party woman," Marcello said to me.

"Is it as a result of the fact that I saved you? Even so, I'm confident that you will quickly eventually get bored of me and push me aside because you do enjoy interesting women-I mean, who wouldn't?" He listened intently to me as I babbled on, spewing whatever was on my mind.

I couldn't help but feel this way after what Elizabeth had said to me.

"Whatever thrill me is now straddling me now and hopefully my cock very soon. I'm not one for words or for feelings but because you're unique I'll express things to you a little more clearly." Marcello spoke bluntly while slouching backward and placing both hands on the bed behind him. As I heard his obscene language, I started to blush.