It was so easy to get Marco riled up, but he never let just how pent up he was show. A full day’s worth of teasing and he was a ticking time bomb, one gentle poke or bat of your lashes away from snapping and taking you to the nearest secluded place he could find to fuck you senseless.
This time around it just so happened to be the Moby Dick’s ammunitions room. And amidst the sour smell of gunpowder and the crates of cannonballs, you found yourself shoved against the wall, his hand on your throat keeping you in place as he all but ripped your clothing off of you.
“You’re gonna help me finish what you’ve been trying to start all day, yoi…” He muttered darkly, lust clouding over his eyes as his fingers shoved past your panties and into your slick heat. You cried out, but he didn’t slow even for a moment, wasting no time in finding the spot inside you that made you writhe against his hand.
“Marco~!”
“That’s right, beg me for it, Y/N. So eager for me…you won’t be able to walk out of here on your own when I’m done with you.”
His dark promise spiked your nerves and instantly shot you so close to orgasm, but as if knowing that fact, Marco’s fingers were instantly pulled out, hastily reaching for his pants to undo the zipper.
You knew you were in for a rough ride the moment he pushed himself inside, barely giving you a moment to adjust. And just like that, your attention span fractured, and your hands clamped onto his shoulders to hold on for dear life.
He was definitely keeping his promise.
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