The Mafia Don's Woman.

Chapter 45

Zoey p.o.v

"Marco." I called harshly, slamming the door after me.

Marco wasn't fazed from my out burst or the deafening sound from the door. He took his sweet time giving me his front profile, and raised an eyebrow at me.

Which pisses me.

"What?" His voice was soft and tonic, but at the same time authoritative.

I pursed my lips into a thin line, I wasn't all that angry anymore. I don't know how it happened, I just found myself less angry. Nonetheless, I still want to throw tantrums.

"Why are they moving my stuffs." I asked, my voice was barely above whisper. It wasn't as firm as I hoped for.

His gaze lazily swept over my body, causing a familiar sensation to crawl over my skin.

"Zoey." He called warningly. His says something else while his lips says the opposite.

"I ask them to, is there a problem?" He frowned.

"Yes, there is." I fired back.

"Oh.... Really? Where is it." He teased.

"I didn't permit anyone to move my stuffs."

"You don't have to, I did. You are my woman and you will stay with me."

"Your woman? Like Angela?" I snickered.

"Don't fucking compare yourself to her." He hissed irritated.

"Or what? You will kill me too, like you did with her? She was your woman too, but what did she get at last, death." I spat.

"Angela? Who the hell feed you these lies?"

"How I find out isn't important. What's important is that she was your woman but you killed her without second thoughts."

"For fuck sake, what are you saying." He took a step towards me but I instantly steps back.

"I don't fucking have time for this, I am stepping in the shower and you're coming with." He turned around, making his way to the bathroom.

That's when I realized he's just in a towel, one that hung loosely on his hips, showing his V-line.

I watch his shoulders and back tensed as he walks. Without needing to ask, I knew right away what his plan was for us if I were to join him in the shower.

This man is insatiable.

"No, I will not." I smirked, knowing I was teasing and tempting his patience.

He halted his movement, snapped around to face me like a whirlwind. Marco blinked twice, his brow fell into a knot impatiently.

"What did you say?"

"I said I'm not coming." I grunt, slowly losing the battle under his scrutinizing gaze.

His eyes daring me to refuse him.

"Don't push me." He warned. But I ignored it, crossing my arms under my boobs.

Marco's transformed to something I haven't seen in him. His eyes flashed, furiously words leaped out of his perfect shaped lips.

"Baby, get into the shower or I will make." I still stood my ground.

With that being done from my side, Marco seem to have hit the last of his patient with me. He took long and fast strides, immediately closing the gap between us.

Before I could realized how fast he was, I was up in the air and seeing the world upside down.

"I warned you." He smacked my ass, it wasn't hurtful. Instead, invoke some emotions. "Do not test my patience again." He gave another smack, this time harder yet I couldn't feel the pain but the shivers that went up my spine.

•••

After a long shower with Marco, with a lot of body exploring. I wore Marco's shirt and short since my clothes are not yet in his room. I am weak from the shower and all I wanted to was just crawl under the sheet and sleep.

I stared at the bed, contemplating if to ignore my rumbling stomach and satisfy my desire to sleep. But knowing I would wake in the of the night to eat, I decided to feed my stomach first.

"Where are you going to." Marco called, he just emerge the closet.

"The kitchen to eat." I replied.

"I'm coming with." He stated, grabbing his phone from the table. He came to my side and held the door out for.

"Thanks." I whisper as I stepped out. I was startled, shock to see the maids who were moving my stuffs standing like statue in front of Marco's door.

"Master, Miss Zoey." They chorus.

Jesus!

Have they been standing here all these while?  Marco didn't acknowledged them,  he just led me away. He knew his imposing presence is scaring them, hence he chooses to stay silent.

We entered the kitchen where his family are gathering at the dining table, Marco put out a chair for me like a true gentle man, but I know better than to believe he's a gentle guy.

"Thank you." I whispered to him. He nod and took his seat at the head of the table.

"Are you guys okay now." Aunt Tricia said lowly for my hearings only.

I nod and forced a smile, one that managed to convince her. Yes, I'm not mad anymore, and neither am I going to prove stubborn to my feelings anymore.

I love Marco, I always have and always will no denying that. And I have come to terms with it, I've let down my resolve too and willing to embrace our relationship.

But I will still ask him why he killed Angel, in a much mature and good way. What her offense was, what did she do because she might have done something to provoke Marco vicious side.

I felt Marco's hand on my thigh, while he was talking to his dad and uncle. He rub on my thigh, his hand drew close to my private area and stopped just few inches away. He lazily drew circular motion, I can't help but feel my sister part craving his fingers.

To play with my clit, I almost lost my self by releasing a quiet moan. I quickly recover myself, and pulled myself together. Locking my thighs to together in hopes to stop this crazy feelings.

Surprisingly, we just had amazing moment in the bathroom, and I was still feeling wet for him just from him placing his hand my thigh.

"Alright everybody, food is here." Marco's mom chirped, the maids dropping the dishes on the table. She instructed them to serve the food.

Immediately, I focus my attention to the meal to keep my mind from Marco's wandering fingers.