12: Chapter 12

RYAN

Marco was clearly over the moon to have Ryan at home more, and even Ryan found she was enjoying the break. She hadn’t taken any time off in years.

After the prescribed two weeks, she had gained some weight, but even though her blood pressure was much better, Dr. Wyatt was only letting her return to work two days a week.

“Marco!” she cried out one evening, hands on her growing belly.

He came rushing out of the bathroom, water still dripping off him from his shower. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Come here,” she said, waving him over and placing his hand on her stomach. “Feel.”

His eyes widened as he felt what she did: their son was kicking. He lifted her shirt and placed soft kisses on her stomach. “Hello in there.”

The kicking only lasted a few more seconds, but the magic of it lingered. Marco caressed her skin, kissing his way lower and lower. A tiny moan escaped her when he pulled her shorts down and kissed over her panties.

He sat back and pulled them off, then settled on his stomach between her thighs.

She moaned and spread her legs wider, giving him better access as his tongue gently circled her clit.

He slowly moved down until he was at her entrance, pushing just the tip of his tongue inside and then withdrawing it.

“Marco,” she whined, “stop teasing.”

“I’m savoring, kitten.”

She let out a deep, satisfied moan when he finally stopped pulling out, his tongue curling up and his thumb rubbing her clit.

He laughed as she ground her hips against his face. “Are we impatient?”

When she didn’t answer, he started gliding one finger in and out of her until she started to moan. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

He kissed just above her clit. “Be more specific,” he murmured, adding a second finger.

She whined and pushed against those fingers, but he stopped just as she was about to cum. She huffed and looked down at him. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

“I am,” he said, pushing his fingers in deeper. “I want to know what you want.”

“I’m pregnant and horny. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll get my toy and do it myself,” she complained.

He tossed his towel off the bed and lined himself up. “Yes, kitten.”

Ryan’s back arched as he filled her. “More.”

Marco picked up his pace, but it still wasn’t enough for her; she kept asking for more, and he gladly gave it to her.

After several breathless, hammering thrusts, he lifted her hips for a deeper angle.

“Oh fuck, Marco,” she bit out, seeing stars.

“You’re so fucking sexy, kitten.”

Their noises got louder and louder, until they finally reached their high together.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked in the afterglow, pushing her hair out of her face.

“No,” she said fervently. The last thing she felt was hurt.

Marco placed his hand on her stomach. “What about him?”

“He’s well-protected in there,” she said, smiling.

He pulled her close, and they let sleep take over.

MARCO

Ever since that first weekend, Marco and Ryan had been spending a lot of time with his family. Today, Connie and Maria had been monopolizing Ryan practically the whole time with girl-talk.

Marco was glad that his family liked her and vice versa, but he was also slightly jealous. He liked Ryan too, and he wanted to spend time with her.

He was about to pull her away for some kissing when his phone rang. “Hello?”

It was Tony. “I got him.”

That was all Marco needed to hear. “Where?”

“The old warehouse, boss.”

“We’re coming.” He turned and told his father about the call before walking up to Ryan. “I’m sorry, kitten, but there’s an issue that must be dealt with right away. Maria, can you drop her at home later?”

“Of course,” said his sister, though she looked confused at the urgency in his voice.

“Let me know when you get home, kitten,” he said, kissing Ryan’s cheek.

“How long will you be?” she asked, looking up at him.

“A few hours.”

She nodded. He was so glad she trusted him enough now that she didn’t ask more questions.

Marco and Roberto raced to the old warehouse, where Chris was unconscious, naked, and tied to a chair.

“Where’d you find him?” Marco asked, staring down at the man who had abused Ryan.

“And why is he naked?” Roberto asked.

“He was living it up in Mexico.” Tony shrugged. “I thought it was fitting.”

“Why wasn’t he ever punished?” Roberto asked.

Marco rolled up his sleeves. “Daddy. Or should I say, Daddy’s money?”

Tony lit a cigarette. “He’ll pay now.”

Tony had filled up a convenient bucket of water, and Marco took great joy in throwing it onto Chris’s helpless body.

“What the fuck was that for?!” Chris shouted, jolting awake.

Roberto cocked his head. “You’re really going to pretend like you did nothing wrong?” When he didn’t get a response, he continued, “Name Ryan ring any bells to you?”

“Oh.” Chris smiled. “She needed to be taught a lesson.”

Marco sat in a chair across from him, nearly vibrating with rage. “And how did you do that? Tell me; I want to know.”

“You mean besides shoving my dick in her ass? Is she here?” Chris asked, looking around. “I wouldn’t mind fucking that tight ass again. This time, I’ll make sure she’s awake so I can hear her scream.”

The men looked at his naked body and realized his dick was hard.

Marco slowly rolled up his sleeves. “Does the thought of hurting her excite you?”

“Bitch has the best ass I’ve ever fucked. Nice and tight.”

Holding a knife up, Marco moved closer. “That ‘bitch’ you’re referring to is my wife.” Not technically true, but it felt like the right word to use in this moment. He plunged the knife deep into Chris’s thigh.

“Jesus fuck!”

Tony handed Marco a pair of pliers. Marco took them, pulled the scumbag’s balls away from his body, and used the pliers to snip them off.

Chris screamed even louder.

Marco wasn’t done with the guy. Not nearly. But he did pause when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Ryan

Home safe. Hope your errand’s going well!

Marco smiled at the screen. Then he continued to beat Chris.

Hours had passed when Roberto finally grabbed Marco’s shoulders. “Figlio, it’s getting late. Clean up and go home; Tony and I will finish this.”

Tony handed him some clean clothes, and Marco wiped himself down before changing and heading home.

He was happy; Chris would never hurt Ryan again. Hell, that scumbag would never hurt any woman ever again.

Ryan was sound asleep when Marco arrived home, so he stripped quickly before he crawled in bed and pulled her close. “I love you,” he murmured. Three words he’d never thought he would hear himself say.