Married to the Money (Bwwm)

In Love with The Cocoa

After that little episode we ate and then left. I was still pissed off, but I didn't feel like arguing with him.

''You feel okay?'', he asked as he looked at me quickly.

''Yeah. I'm alright,'' I said. He nodded his head and continued focusing on the road.

''We'll be at the airport in a few minutes,'' he said. I nodded my head and closed my eyes. I was silently praying to god. I noticed that my period was late and that I was throwing up a lot. I was hoping that I wasn't pregnant.

Marciello's phone rang and he picked it up.

''Hello....are you serious? Alright...mhmm..bye.'', he said. He dialed a number.

''Plan B,'' he said before he hung up.

''What happened?'', I asked.

''The other gang has us located, we are going to stay with my mom and dad for a few days. After that I'll be leaving and you and Jackie will stay,'' Marciello said.

''No, I don't want you to go,'' I frowned.

''Belle you don't have a say in this. It's my responsibility to make sure you and the gang are safe, so I need to sort some things out to guarantee that,'' he said.

''It's not like it matters, some other gang will just come after us,'' I mumbled as we pulled up at the airport.

''What did you say?'' Marciello asked with that murderous look in his eyes again.

''Nothing,'' I said.

''No you obviously said something, so what did you say?'', he asked.

''Nothing! Just drop it,'' I said. He clenched his jaw and pulled me out the car, cornering me against it.

''I need you to fix your fucking attitude,'' he said as he gripped my arm. I ripped it away from him and started walking toward the airport. I heard Marciello's heavy footsteps behind me.

''Our conversation was not over,'' he said.

''We'll I'm done with it,'' I said. We walked in and went to the back. There was a plane and we boarded on it. It was only us.

''Where's the rest of the gang?'', I asked.

''They have another flight,'' Marciello said as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He started leaving kisses on my neck.

''I'm mad at you,'' I said.

''Let me make it up to you,'' he said. He led me into a room and I laid down on the bed. He stalked over to me and kissed me passionately. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't resist him.

''Marciello,'' I moaned into the kiss. I felt him smirk against my lips before he plunged his tongue in, exploring it. I grabbed into his face and deepened the kiss. His hands squeezed my ass and I moaned loudly.

''Marciello, I need you,'' I gasped.

''How bad, baby?'' He asked.

''So bad, my pussy is aching for you. I want you inside me so deep, that I can feel it in my stomach.I want your big dick pounding into me over and over again, bringing me over the edge with every thrust of your hips. I need you, baby. Please fuck me,'' I begged. By the look in his eyes I could tell he was turned on.

''But you know I still have to punish you right?'', he asked. My eyes widened.

''Strip for me,'' he said huskily. I took of my clothes, shakily.

''Your bra and panties too,'' he said. I took those off. He put me over his lap and stroked my ass. Then his hand came down hard.
''Ah,'' I groaned. It hurt so bad. He did it again and I grinded my teeth together. He plunged his fingers into my pussy all of a sudden and I moaned loudly.