Chapter 6

• 【Leo’s POV】
• Marco held me tightly, steadying my trembling body.
• I clung to his shoulders, burying my face in the crook of his neck, tears wetting his collar. His arms constricted around me, making it hard to breathe—yet they were the only anchor I had in that moment.
• “She knows... Marco, she knows!” I lifted my head abruptly, tears blurring my vision as I looked at him. “She has the video... I’m screwed!”
• The damp fabric pressed against his skin also touched my face.
• Marco stared at me, using rough fingers to wipe away the tears on my cheeks.
• “Alana is testing you, baby. She’s a heartless bitch playing mind games. She wouldn’t dare release that thing easily—it’s her trump card, and she won’t give it up just like that.”
• His words brought some clarity to my mind.
• “But my dad... my dad moved up the wedding for that woman—for the family’s reputation! What am I? In his eyes, I’m not even worth a strand of that slut’s hair!”
• “You’re the best, Leo,” Marco’s tone suddenly turned firm.
• He cupped my face forcefully, making it impossible for me to look away, forcing me to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed over my trembling bottom lip.
• “Listen, you’re amazing. You’re better than they think—better than you feel right now. Your dad... he’s just being fooled by that woman.”
• There was disdain for my father in his voice, mixed with tenderness towards me.
• He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath hitting my face.
• “Don’t let them dictate. Don’t let that guy win.”
• His words felt like a spell, deep and powerful, piercing through the chaos in my heart.
• It warmed my cold body a little.
• Being held and looked at by him, the feeling of being discarded temporarily faded away.
• I gazed into his eyes—reflecting my disheveled state—but there was no hint of disgust.
• Being watched so attentively, held so tightly by him, the feeling of being abandoned by the world, thrown away like trash, receded.
• I lifted my head slightly, lips trembling, almost instinctively leaning in to touch his. Marco didn’t hesitate at all, immediately responding with a kiss as if he had been waiting for it.
• He started with gentle kisses, showing a kind of reverence, sucking on my bottom lip. His tongue was wet and patient as it slowly licked the edge of my lips, as if comforting a frightened little animal.
• Fear and anger melted away in this kiss, turning into a more primal and urgent desire—wanting him to confirm me, to possess me, to leave his mark on me, away from this awful reality.
• A muffled moan escaped my throat, filled with longing, and I kissed him back harder, like a drowning person grabbing onto driftwood, fingers digging into his thick black hair, holding on tight.
• Marco’s breathing suddenly became heavy, his chest rising and falling sharply.
• He tightened his arms around my back, pressing me hard against his firm chest, the heat and stuffiness in the air returning.
• His kiss became deep and aggressive, his tongue invading my mouth with absolute control, erasing the last trace of my consciousness. As he swept over my jaw, entwining our tongues, stealing my breath, he carried me to the bed, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
• We sank into the mattress. He immediately pressed down, covering me with the weight of his entire body, making me feel secure.
• He didn’t rush to the next step, but propped himself up slightly with his hand, gazing at me in the dim light—desire evident in his eyes, but also a hint of concern.
• “Don’t be afraid,” his voice was hoarse but clear. “I’m here. I won’t let him hurt you.”
• He lowered his head again, kissing my forehead, eyelids, licking away the remaining tear stains, then kissed my nose before passionately locking lips with me once more.
• His scorching hand slipped under my shirt, reaching the skin at my waist, causing me to shiver.
• Quickly moving upwards, his hand grabbed my erect penis, rubbing the sensitive head through the fabric of my pants with a rhythmic motion.
• His movements were skilled, bringing a soothing sense of surrender with each touch—each one reassuring me, You’re safe. You’re important.
• Effortlessly undoing both our pants, our erections were released. His was hard and hot, pressing against mine.
• Lowering his head, his lips and tongue trailed down, licking my neck and collarbone, leaving behind wet and hot marks.
• His kisses were sometimes so light it felt like he hadn’t touched me at all—and other times, he was sucking and biting, precisely stimulating my tense nerves.
• Every movement of his tongue, every pinch of my penis or testicles, peeled off my fear, jealousy, and anger, layer by layer.
• He didn’t rush to enter, but with almost worshipful patience, he ignited every sensation in my body.
• Led by him, my tense body slowly relaxed, and I began to respond—my hands wandering over his broad, hard back muscles.
• In the room, there were only the increasingly loud sounds of our breathing and the rustling of clothes.
• The ultimate pleasure rushed into my body. Alana, you wicked woman, just wait for me.