Bent not Broken (268 page)

"Marcus?" I asked unsure if I should even ask what I was thinking.

"Yeah?"

"I know I don’t have a right to ask this…but how many females who worked for you have you slept with?" I closed my eyes when I felt his arms tense around me. I knew it. How stupid could I be? He's a handsome man, successful, and powerful. How could he resist having his way with all the women who flirt with him at the office? “The only reason I'm asking is because I start working for you on Monday, and I don’t want any unexpected surprises.” I bit my lip. Sometimes I don’t know when to just shut up.

“Well, to be honest … only one,” he said softly.

“One? Does she still work for you?” I was surprised. I thought it would be dozens.

"Yes, Mia, but it was strictly a sexual relationship, nothing more. It ended a few months ago, and she knows that our relationship is nothing but business now."

I shrugged; I could work with that. “I can understand that. I was in a sexual relationship too for several months, but we decided to stop, and we remained friends.”

“Friends?” He asked.

“Yeah friends.” I snuggled into his embrace.

“I thought your only friend was Jeremy?”
Shit!
Why can't I keep my mouth shut! What do I say?
Screw it!
It’s going to get out sooner or later, why not sooner, right?

Taking a deep breath, I strove for honesty. “That's right, he’s my only friend.” Marcus slowly removed his arm from around my shoulder. Lifting his knees, he laid his forearms on them allowing his hands to dangle in front of him. He needed space to collect his thoughts. I turned my body to face him.

“Wait, so you’re saying that you and Jeremy? Jeremy and
you
had a sexual relationship?” He seemed dumbfounded. I took another deep breath as I knew this would be hit or miss.

“Yes.” He shook his head in disbelief. I quickly continued to explain. “It wasn’t like that in the beginning. It started after my brother passed away. I’d never felt lonelier in my life, and he was there, helping me with all the funeral arrangements with the grief. It just
happened
. Then I thought it wasn’t fair for him or me to continue something that was holding us back from other opportunities. I wanted to try and start dating and seeing people, and so did he. We have a strictly friendship relationship now…we’re more like brother and sister.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood; it didn’t work. His head snapped at me, and he stared with a disgusted expression.

“A brother who you'll fuck?” he asked, his voice dripping with scorn.

Whoa! That stung, I didn't mean it like that, and why would he say it in a hurtful way? I didn’t know how to respond to that. My heart dropped at the tone of his voice and the anger of his stare.

He stood up and stormed away towards the house.

Should I have lied? I couldn't do that, not when we were trying to get to know each other. I'm not going to hide myself…you either accept me as I am or
not at all
. My heart began to pick up its pace, and the more I thought of his words, the angrier I grew.

Not thinking twice, I stood and marched back into the house. My mind was boggled, and I could feel my face heat as my heart sped with anger. I entered through the sliding doors by the kitchen, and he was at the island, pouring himself a strong drink. When I entered, he shot me a sinful glare before gulping his drink down and pouring another one.

“Who are you to judge me? You know what, Marcus? I’m an honest person, and I thought the purpose of this trip was to get to know each other!”

He sarcastically laughed once. “Yep, and I think you pretty much summed it up.” He lifted the glass before him and nodded in salute before taking another swig of his drink.

That pissed me the hell off. I took in a deep breath and blurted out everything without thinking twice. “Fuck you! You want to know who I am, Marcus. Well here it goes! I am temperamental, over-sensitive, and outspoken. I’m honest! I cry at stupid love movies, and I'm a sucker for a romantic novel. I don’t allow people to walk all over me, I have
trust
issues, and I have insecurities. I’ve slept with four men in my entire life! And the one thing I don’t do is take
shit
from men who try to act like they’re better than me as if they don’t have any hidden skeletons! I’m not keeping shit hidden, how ‘bout you? You can fuck off. I'll find my own way home. Have a nice
fucking
life!”

I stormed out the kitchen, holding back the tears. I was completely outraged! My hands and legs were trembling from the adrenaline. Running up the stairs and missing a few steps in the process, I finally entered the bedroom.

I grabbed my overnight bag and packed the few clothes I had laid out. I couldn’t see with all the angry tears running down my face. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I had to rush out of here.

Not even thinking to change into jeans and a shirt, I threw the bag over my shoulder and turned to face the door…but he was there standing in the way, blocking the exit. I looked down, hiding my tears. “Move,” I choked.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered.

“Move,” I managed to sound clearer.

“Please, Mia, I'm sorry.”

“Marcus, please don’t make me repeat myself.” Not saying another word, he stepped aside. I began to walk towards him. Before I passed the door, he softly took my arm to stop me. I hesitated at his touch.

He reached for the strap of my bag, and with one brush of his hand, the bag fell to the ground. He lifted both of my hands to his face and lightly brushed my knuckles along his lips.

“I'm so sorry, Mia. Please don’t go. I was completely out of line. I’m an asshole.”

I didn’t say anything as I kept my head lowered, still feeling hurt. He wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled me in closer. Leaning his back against the inner entrance of the doorway, he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck. His lips vibrated along my collar bone when he spoke again. “I
beg
you, don’t go. I'm sorry, baby.” His bare chest felt warm, and his scent drew me in. With my eyes closed, I brushed my cheek against his. The stubble of his growing beard felt nice against my skin. I began to feel weak. He pressed his lips along my cheekbone, trailing soft kisses along my cheek until he reached my lips.

My initial instinct was to fight him off, but as he slid his tongue into my mouth, I couldn’t resist. I let go, allowing him to possess me, to take over me emotionally and physically. The taste of bourbon mixed with salt from my tears blended surprisingly well, and I desired more. Intensifying the kiss, I was lost once again in his hex. Even after we just fought, I felt safe in his arms and wanted to stay there.

It wasn’t until my head was pressed against the soft pillow that I realized he had carried me over to the bed.

His hands remained holding my face, my fingers rustled through his thick hair. The weight of his body on mine caused my heart to race. We were on his bed, and I felt comfortable with what might happen.

Lifting my right leg, I forced his hip deeper against me, feeling the hardness of his erection deep between my legs.
Oh
, well now … The thought that I could have that impact on him made me wet and excited.

He traced his hand down and cupped my breast. I moaned, and he ground his erection against me once again. I wanted him inside me, so I tugged at his hair as our tongues continued to entwine with one another. His hand continued down my curves until he reached the bottom of my cover-up; he slowly brought it up. I pushed away from his kiss and yanked the cover-up over my head. He sat up, kneeling between my legs breathless; looking down at me, his eyes were dark with arousal. He sucked his bottom lip, and I want to lunge at him. “Mia. You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you. Now come here.” I pulled at his arms, and his sculptured abs pressed against my stomach. Looking at me, he rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered.

Reaching my fingers up, I brushed aside a lock of hair that lay over his eyebrow. “Yes, I want you more than you’ll know.” Pressing my hand against his neck, I brought him down to me.

He pulled back. “Give me a minute.” He jumped out of bed and left the room.
Where is he going?

He quickly ran back into the room, holding up a roll of condoms dangling from his hand. Ah…good boy. I giggled when he shrugged and tossed them onto the side of the bed. I look at them; there had to be at least six. How many did he plan on using?

He lay back on top of me, and my mind drifted back to him. Leaning down, his lips touched the side of my neck, and I got goose bumps. His lips were so soft and moist, tracing kisses along my collar bone down to my chest. He pulled both strings to my bikini top, allowing my breasts to break free, yearning for his attention.

Reading my mind, he cupped my bare breasts and lowered his head to them, twirling his tongue around my sensitive nipples. The sensation made me eager, and I pulled on his swimming trunks with my toes. He looked up at me with a wicked grin. “Now, now, be patient. I’m not a selfish man,” he whispered.

Pouting and letting out a deep breath, I relaxed and allowed him to take control. He continued to fondle my breasts, teasing and making them ache with each lick. I moaned and slightly arched my back. It felt so good…traces of heat were left after each kiss with his lips, all the way down to the middle of my belly.

I refused to plead as I knew that the wait would be well worth it. His lips reached my hip bone, and he traced his tongue along it as he went lower. Pulling the strings off my bikini bottom, I spread my legs, allowing him access to my most secret place. I moaned when he licked my inner thigh, anticipating what was next. I felt his lips part into a smile when I squirmed. My back arched deeper as he twirled his tongue in and out, up and down. “
Marcus,
” I moaned as he rubbed me with his fingers to enhance the sensation.

“You taste so good, Mia.” He groaned. The pleasure was building with each thrust of his skillful fingers and tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to explode.

Spreading my arms aside, I gripped the bed sheets and fully arched my back, tossing my head into the pillow, and yelling his name as my orgasm erupted. I panted and kept my eyes closed. When I caught my breath, he removed his finger and gripped my thighs. He continued to lick between my folds, groaning, until my heart rate lowered.

When I finally glanced down at him, his eyes were dark, ready for me. I prepared myself as I watched him quickly remove his trunks, and I saw the large erection spring to life. He kneeled between me, spreading my legs wider. Reaching over, he grabbed the roll of condoms and tore one off, throwing the others aside. My heart sped as I watched him bring the foil between his teeth and tear it open.

I watched his every move as he brought his hand down and placed the condom on the tip of him, slowly rolling it back. I wanted him more than ever. He was perfect in every way: his face, his body, his thick hair, and the power he had over me. I wanted all of Marcus DeLuca: the good and the bad. I so desperately wanted the bad. I wanted him to be rough, not gentle. I needed hard, wild, crazy sex. He leaned over me with a narrow-eyed stare. “You ready for me?” He seductively groaned.

“I want it hard.” I panted, surprised by my own boldness. He flashed a wicked smile and brought his hand to the back of my head, gripping a fist full of hair. There was a slight pain in my scalp, but it was a good pain. “Oh baby, I’m going to
fuck
you so hard you’re going to beg me to stop,” he said through clenched teeth. The threat excited me, and instantly I was aroused again, ready for him.

He slowly filled me with his hardness. I gasped, and he moved in and out at a slow rhythm. “Fuck Mia, you feel so good,” he whispered. Each movement gave me goose bumps, and it hardened my nipples. He slowly tugged my hair, pulling my head back, and he crushed his mouth against mine. I melted in his arms, never feeling more needed or wanted. “
Hard
, I want it hard, Marcus,” I moaned through our locked lips.

With my words, he pulled my hips closer to his, not moving away from our kiss, and he picked up the pace. He pulled away and thrust hard, repeating it over and over again. Each time he pulled away the harder he forced his hips into me. I moved my hips with his; our bodies were in perfect unison with each rhythm. With each thrust, he was deeper inside of me, making me forget everything: our argument, the pain, the emptiness, and the sadness I dealt with during the past few months. My mind was completely empty, and I’d never felt freer.

In one swoop, he was kneeling on the bed still inside me as I sat on him with my legs wrapped around his hips. My back leaned against the headboard. The minute we were up, he pushed deeper inside me, moving at a faster pace. My body felt overheated with pleasure, and I cried out each time my back slammed against the mahogany surface.

My body gave in, not able to take it anymore, and I convulsed around him as I came for the second time. He didn’t stop; he continued at the same pace, grunting with pleasure as he felt me weaken in his arms. “Marcus,
please
I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned. I could feel the pressure building up again within my lower belly. I couldn’t do it to myself. At that moment, it was painful but pleasing at the same time.

“Beg me to stop,” he whispered as he nibbled on my earlobe.

“Please
stop,
” I quietly begged as the pleasure of his lips caressed my neck. With my words, he thrust three more times before he exploded deep within me, groaning my name.

We stayed seated that way for what seemed like forever, catching our breaths. Finally he lifted his head from my neck, planting a kiss on my swollen lips. My smile widened, and I giggled. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

“So that’s what they call the Energizer Bunny?” I laughed. He chuckled and lowered me into the bed so that we were lying side by side looking at each other. I held my head up with my hand and watched as he stared at me mesmerized.