~B.~
I woke up and immediately groaned. Marcello had made good on his promise of taking me repeatedly. I glanced over and saw his body cradling mine. Our blankets pooled at our waists and his arm was wrapped tightly around my boobs.
I fanned myself as I grew hot. I grunted as I rolled away from Marcello sneakily.
I glanced at the clock and gaped at the time. It was twenty past ten. Marcello never slept past nine.
I looked over to see him snoring quietly. I rolled my eyes and patted my grumbling stomach.
I stood and cringed at the stickiness between my thighs before waddling to the bathroom. I saw bruises in the shape of fingers around my thighs and chuckled lowly.
I washed my legs lazily and looked for sweatpants. I found them and a tank top to put on. I probably looked like a zombie while trudging towards food.
My body thrummed and I still felt his hands on my body. I still felt him inside me.
When I made it to the kitchen I noted it's emptiness and sighed in relief. I grabbed bananas and strawberries. I rummaged around for a blender and reached inside the cabinet when I spotted it.
"So did you do the dance with no pants?" I screamed and hit my head against the cabinet at Corrine's voice whispered right behind me.
I narrowed my eyes and slumped against the ground. I clutched the blender as I glared at her through my curls.
"You have sex hair."
"She does," Mathew chimed in from over the counter and I jumped once again.
Mathew raised a brow at me as I stuck my tongue out at him. We both paused for a moment, thinking back to before everything. We'd often disagree and my last defense was that exact thing.
I sent him a genuine smile and nodded at him. He returned it with a cheeky grin before reaching and messing my hair up further.
I turned back to Corrine and flipped her off.
"Where's Bella?" Marcello's voice sounded from the other side of the island and I stuck my hand up and said morning.
He leaned over the counter and looked at me with a mixture of confusion and adoration.
"What are you doing on the ground, love?"
"Cori scared me and I've yet to recover."
"Ah," Marcello walked over and I grabbed Corrine's hand and his. They both pulled me up while Corrine let her eyes wander over us both.
"You definitely got dicked."
I inhaled sharply at her declaration, "Belle has multiple hickeys and a limp. Marcello once again has scratches on his back. Belle you should really trim your nails-"
"-Don't do that."
"...anyways," Corrine continued after Marcello cut her off. "And he looks like he's on top of the world. So yes, you have definitely fucked each other."
I shrugged carelessly as others walked in and went back to trying to make a smoothie. Marcello and Corrine both looked at me oddly.
"You're not going to turn red?"
"Or stutter adorably?" Corrine continued after Marcello's question.
I groaned and slumped against the counter, resting my head against the granite.
"I'm too tired," I whined.
"How many times?" Mel asked while walking in. Apparently our sex life was our friends conversation topic.
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Beauty And The Mobster
RomanceBelle has lost everything to the Mafia. The culprits are lurking to pick her off as well. While life is losing its luster for Belle, Marcello is thriving. Marcello runs several legitimate companies, earning him millions. On top of that, he is consi...