15. DAHLIA HARPER

"What the fuccccccckkkkkkkk!" I snuggled closer to Marco when the nun gave me a jumpscare. I wasn't expecting that. My heart was racing as I tried to calm down, feeling a mix of fear and amusement. Marco chuckled beside me, clearly entertained by my reaction.

"As far as I can remember, you literally bragged that you don't get scared of anything at dinner, and now you are here." His thumb rubbed on my waist as he grinned. I playfully swatted his hand away, still feeling a bit shaken from the scare. "I didn't brag."

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M NOT SCARED OF ANYONE OR ANYTHING. I'M THE DAUGHTER OF CHRISTIAN HARPER. EVEN FEAR IS AFRAID OF ME!" He mimicked my voice and then started laughing his ass off. But God, him laughing genuinely was a sight to behold. His face crinkled, his eyes shone brightly, and the throaty sound that made its way past his lips was heaven.

"You are exaggerating! I didn't say that." I slapped his chest. I couldn't help but smile too.

"Oh, I must have remembered wrong." He is being a real pain in my ass.

But anyway, I love him.

I and Marco are watching Nun 2 after our dinner (in which I ate nothing but some salad; body figure matters). I am leaning into him as he has his arm wrapped around my waist, comforting me.

I should say the whole night; I'm just anticipating what he will do next. Whenever he brushes his thumb over my waist, my body reacts like he slipped his hands under my skirt. The moment he said there was going to be a lesson for me, I was being...

Well, I didn't even do anything. I teased him only two times.

The movie ended, and I went to the bedroom to just sleep. I wanted him to touch me, but to be honest, I was so damn nervous and a little bit scared for my punishment that I wanted to avoid it too.

But I guess I was wrong too.

"Where are you going, Diamond? We are not done yet." His low tone came from behind. I froze in the middle of the room, and all the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I turned around slowly to face him, trying to gauge his mood. His eyes were dark and intense, sending a shiver down my spine. I knew then that my teasing had definitely crossed a line.

"We are done. We had dinner and a movie, and now we are going to sleep." I don't know how those words came out of my mouth. I don't know how words come out of my mouth when I don't want them to.

But I know I should not have said that.

"I don't think so. Did you forget what I said to you?" He came up from behind and kissed the hollow of my neck and shoulder. His touch was electric, making my heart race and my mind go blank. In that moment, I realized I didn't want to be done with him after all.

"What is going to happen?" My stomach churned with equal amounts of anticipation and apprehension. I felt a rush of desire pumping into my veins.

"Patience"

The only warning before he turned me around and started to kiss me was roughness and wildness. He was kissing me like he was drowning under the water, and I was that ounce of air he needed so badly. He unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the ground with little care.

My bra and pants joined my shirt on the floor a little while later. He pushed me onto the bed and pinned both wrists above my head with one, while the other teased my already hypersensitized nipples. He flicked and circled them with his fingers.

"M-Marco, please." I let out a whimper when he grazed on my nipple with his teeth.

I wanted his mouth on my breasts, but he wouldn't let me have it. He flicked my nipples between his fingers, grazed them, and bit on them with his teeth, but never used his tongue.

I was already a mess when he hadn't even fucked me or even pushed my thong to the side.

He finally released my hands and had his tongue on my nipples. Licking and sucking soothes them. It felt so good. I was dripping wet and in desperate need of him inside me.

I was so caught up in it that I didn't even realize that his other hand made its way down my body to my wet heat between my legs. It was just a matter of seconds before my thong was ripped and he rubbed my clit. I could barely contain the pleasure that was building up inside of me.

"Dear God, more. Please give me more." I begged him. His fingers expertly teased and circled my sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure through me. With each touch, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, craving more of his touch.

"What do you want, Diamond?" I'm ready to give you anything." He pushed two fingers inside me with agonizing slowness.

"I want you inside me. Please fuck me." I was a mess. A moaning, writhing mess of desire and need. My body was on fire, craving his touch in ways I never thought possible. With a wicked grin, he complied with my request, thrusting deep inside me and fulfilling my every desire.

"Spread your legs wider." I hadn't even fully processed the words when he pushed my legs further apart, and I saw stars when he scissored his fingers inside me. When I thought I would come, he removed his fingers and brought them in front of my mouth.

"Clean my fingers." He ordered. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I could go through with it. But the look in his eyes dared me to disobey. With a deep breath, I obeyed, tasting myself on his fingers and feeling a rush of arousal unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

He grabbed my legs and placed them over his shoulders.

"If your legs fall, you don't get to come, dirty girl." He says as he aligns his cock at my entrance, and then I was just impossibly full of him. He didn't tease me or give any warning. He just pushed himself fully inside me with one brutal thrust. And I loved it.

"Look how perfectly we fit. I could feel that pretty little pussy clenching on my cock." He growled into my ear.

He didn't slow down for the first few thrusts. He started fucking me mercilessly. I gasped at the sudden intensity of his movements, feeling every inch of him filling me completely. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he continued to pound into me. My hands desperately grasped at the sheets, my nails digging in as I surrendered to the pleasure coursing through my body. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the exquisite torture building with each rough, delicious movement. My body responded to him instinctively, arching and meeting his every motion with a desperate need for more. He knew exactly how to push me to the brink, and I couldn't help but moan his name in pleasure.The pleasure was so intense that it almost tipped me over the edge. I could feel my orgasm coming. Just a few more thrusts and............

He pulled his cock out of me. Just before I was to have an orgasm.

My protest died down when he flipped me onto my hands and knees. He gripped my hair and started fucking me again with the same brutal rhythm.

But he pulled out again when I was this close to an orgasm.

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I was sobbing. He had ruined my orgasm at least four times, and I am just a terrible mess. Each time he stopped, the anticipation built up even more, making it harder for me to control myself. The frustration and desire were overwhelming, leaving me aching for release.

"Please, please, I need to come." I managed to say it over my moans and whimpers."God" I said as he hit that spot inside me again slowly.

"Yeah, your god, baby. But you'll have to beg for it," he replied with a smirk, knowing exactly how much power he held over me in that moment. My body was his to control, and I was at his mercy, desperate for the release that only he could give me.

"Oh, god, Marco please." I sobbed as he continued to tease and torment me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back.

"Look at that pussy weeping for me, baby ," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You want it so bad, don't you? Beg for it like the good little slut you are." I whimpered in response, knowing that I would do anything to feel his touch again.

"Please, I beg you. Please, Marco, I need you to take me over the edge," I pleaded, my body trembling with anticipation. "I'll do anything you want, just please don't make me wait any longer."

"Will you tease me again, sweetheart?" He bit the shell of my ear.

"NO" I replied immediately.

"Hmm. Now say you are mine, baby."

"I'm y-yours. Yours." I say, tears spilling over my cheeks.

"Now, that's a good girl. Now push your ass up and spread those legs for me." He orders and I do so, pushing my face into the mattress, raising my hips up as he positions himself behind me. My heart raced with excitement as I felt him enter me, finally giving me the release I had been begging for.

He fucked me roughly and wildly. His one hand was gripping my hair, and the other made its way to my breasts.

"Come for me, Diamond."

One thrust and one pinch of a nipple were all it took for my orgasm to crash in. Marco came almost simultaneously.

The force of the much-awaited orgasm was so strong that blackness covered my vision, and I blacked out.

I passed out.

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"You fucking bitch! How dare you talk back to me?" Roland gripped my collar angrily. I haven't done anything. But he doesn't need a reason to hurt me.

I should tell Dad about this. But what if Roland has my videos? Roland is a good friend of my mom, and my dad trusts him. What if Roland manipulated Dad to believe that it was me who seduced Roland? No, I'll not let this happen.

"You are nothing but a whore. ugly little face and those fucking curls. I should teach you some lessons."

A sharp slap was delivered across my face.

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I woke up in an instant. Cold sweat covered my forehead. I quickly wiped it. It's been years since all this happened, but snippets of those days still haunt me. They have been frequent for a few days. God only knows when I'll be free of these nightmares. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

My eyes swept in the room and on the clock. It's ten in the morning.

My phone rang, and there was an unknown caller ID.My gut told me not to pick it up, but I did anyway.

"Hello, Dahlia Harper on the other side." I switched to my professional tone.

"How are you, Lia?" A familiar, cold voice greeted me on the other line. The voice that I dreaded.I should have listened to my gut.

"Who is it?"

"I'm your new publicist who will manage your public affairs from now on. I think that's enough for now. I should see you in the meeting." He hung up.

PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM.

PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM.

PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM.

PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM. PLEASE LET IT NOT BE HIM.

A message appeared on my phone from Martha, my manager.

MARTHA: I HAVE SECURED A PUBLICIST FOR YOU. THE MEETING IS AT 12 p.m.

ME: I DON'T NEED A PUBLICIST. MY PUBLIC IMAGE IS JUST FINE.

MARTHA: IT COULDN'T HURT TO HAVE ONE IN THE BACKUP.

No, it can't be him. It could be anyone. Anyone could have the same voice. But deep down, I knew it was him. The man who haunted my nightmares for years.

But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it was nothing but my mere assumption, a voice in my head told me that I'm just trying to deny the truth waiting ahead of me. The fear and panic that had been buried deep within me resurfaced, causing my heart to race and my hands to tremble.

I thought I would have a beautiful morning with Marco after last night's magic, but my mood is terribly ruined.

I tried to move because I needed to go home and get ready for the meeting. But my legs hurt. I'm sore. WOW.

The door of the room opened, and Marco stepped inside, wearing just some sweatpants, looking full of male satisfaction and confidence. His presence alone seemed to calm the storm raging inside me, and I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe everything would be okay after all.

"You are finally awake, diamond." He came to me and kissed my forehead. "I am making breakfast, so it will be better if you get a shower now."

"To get a shower, I need to move, and my legs fucking hurt, and you will have to carry me." I say, try to hide the trembling of my hands.

"You are trembling, sweetie." Marco checks my forehead for fever. "You good?"

I nod, trying to muster a smile despite the pain. "Just a little sore, but I'll manage. Thank you for taking care of me," I say softly, grateful for his presence and concern.

"You don't tremble in that, Lia. Either tell me or we will stay like this." His tone turns gentle yet non-negotiating.

"I just got a nightmare. It's nothing, really. Just a bad dream," I admit, feeling a sense of relief at finally sharing my fear with him. "I'll be okay, I promise."

I don;t want to tell him everything cuz I can't lose him right.

"You want a bear hug?" Marco offers , holding his arms out wide with a warm smile. I nod gratefully, feeling comforted by his understanding and support. I wrap my arms and legs around him, burying my face in his chest as he holds me tightly, providing the sense of security and reassurance I desperately need in that moment. "Thank you," I whisper, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me as I realize how lucky I am to have him by my side.

"It's okay, it's over and you are safe and with me." He kisses my hair.

"I know." I sniffle , feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I finally begin to calm down in his embrace. Marco's presence alone is enough to make me feel like everything will be okay.

"You know that I am here for everything?" He says.

"YEah and sorry for ruining a perfect morning." I whisper.

"Nonsense ," he replies, pulling me in closer. "You never have to apologize for your emotions and reactions. I love you exactly as you are, flaws and all." Marco's words bring tears to my eyes as I realize just how lucky I am to have someone who truly understands and accepts me. How quickly he has become my rock and my safe haven in a world that can often feel chaotic and uncertain.

"I love you." I say.

"You have my love and my heart, always." His embrace tightens, solidifying the unbreakable bond we share. He kisses me gently and then strokes my hair.

"Now, can you carry me to bathroom?"

"I am more than happy to serve you, my queen." Butterflies rise in my belly.

"My queen, Very romantic indeed. I think I should tell the others about it."

"If you feel like it, then yes, diamond. I will be happy to show the world how much I love my woman. " He smiled, and butterflies exploded into my stomach. I have never seen Marco smile. Laughing? Yes. But smile? No.

But that is the thing for men like Marco, who don't smile that easily. If they smile, they mean it.

I climbed up his back, and he took me to the shower. I have the most powerful people beside me. I am not that old a teenager, Lia. I could face it.

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