Inizio (COMPLETED)

16. Gattina

I followed Marco into the immense building. The lady at the front desk looked up as we walked in and plastered a 'seductive' look on her face. 

"Mr. Marco, how are you today," she asked, tilting forwards in her seat so as to show her large cleavage. I saw Marco view her chest, frown, and look back at her.

"Ms. Lindin, your attire isn't exactly lining up with the dress code now, is it," she blushed a deep red and quickly situated herself. "And as for my day, it'd be a lot better if I didn't have to remind you of something so elementary. You've been here long enough. You know better. Get Hector on the line and bring me the documents my father dropped off." He walked away, leaving her with her mouth slightly ajar. I picked up my pace.

"That was harsh, no?" I asked as we walked to the elevator.

"No, she was inappropriate." Inappropriate? This whole morning has been inappropriate: from me waking up naked, to him playing with my panties, to insinuating that the only cats he liked were plastered between women's thighs.

I quietly scoffed. We stopped at the elevator and I watched as checked his watch and then looked at the changing numbers above the elevator. We watched a few men and women in suits walk out and nod at Marco, before we walked in ourselves.

"EIGHTY-SEVEN FLOORS," I exclaimed when we got in. "Which floor are we headed for?" I asked. He grinned.

"Eighty-six." I huffed and leaned on the wall opposite the one he was against.

"Scared of heights, Zhara," he asked mockingly. I squinted at, scrunching my nose.

"Nooo," I drawled out, mimicking him. He pushed the 'close doors' button. We were silent for the first thirty floors. I heard him laugh to himself. I side glanced him. He then laughed louder, his deep voice bouncing off the walls and down to my-

"Is something funny," I asked, thinking that it could of been me he was laughing at.

"Sí, actually. Your reaction," he stopped, stifling a laugh. "I don't think I've ever seen someone reach for something so fast." My face heated as I recalled what he was talking about.

"Don't be embarrassed, dolcezza," he said, his accent dripping off the word.

"Stop calling me that," I said crossing my arms. The action caused my boobs to push up, which caught Marco's attention. I looked up at the floor number.

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His presence engulfed me as he stood milliseconds away from me. We were so close, I could count his dark lashes that wrapped around even darker blue eyes.

"What would you rather I call you, dolcezza." My heart sped at an unbelievable rate.

"Zhara," I barely let out, as my breath hitched in my throat seeing his hands cage me in. He held onto the railing.

"How about bambina," he whispered, his gaze low.

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"Z-Zhara," I said again, breathing through my nose so he didn't notice my heavy breaths.

"Hmm," a throaty noise coming from him. " How about....gattina? Yeah, I like that. Don't you... kitten?" My legs clamped together at the name and the way it rolled off his accented tongue.

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His nose was now brushing against my neck.

"M-Ma-Marco-ohhh" I gasped as I felt his soft lips against my neck. At first he placed small kisses, all the way to my collarbone. Then, he made his way back up, his kisses leaving a hot trail. His lips gently latched onto my ear lobe, his tongue skimming it slowly.

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"We can't do-Marco," I whispered, trying to ignore this lips on my cheeks.

"Sí, gattina?" He didn't stop his tantalizing kisses on my cheeks. He stopped right at the corner of my lips.

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"This is against the r-," I was cut off by his lips latching onto mine. All thoughts immediately left, my mind scrambling at the sudden contact. I froze for one passing floor before allowing my urge to kiss back take over. I felt his left arm wrap around my waist and his right arm lifted me up from the back of my thigh. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he set me onto the railing. My arms encased his neck, deepening our kiss.

I sensed his tongue glide against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I greedily gave it to him. A moan I tried to hold back escaped, as our tongues intertwined in a hot war. He tasted sweet, and I savored the slight taste of coffee. My senses were overwhelmed and my body was on fire. He smelled so goddamn good, his rich cologne filled the air around me. I ran my hand through his thick hair, gaining a deep moan from him. His fingers pressed against my back were burning through my top. I needed to feel them against my skin.

As if hearing my thoughts, he slid his hand down and began playing with the hem of my shirt.

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"Mhmm," I moaned against his mouth as his fingers teased my bare skin. They slid up to my bra clasp and lightly pulled at it. His hand then came around and caressed my chest, softly squeezing. It was his turn to moan when I leaned into him and gently tugged at his hair.

Ding

The elevator stopped and I pulled away quickly. I pushed him off me and stared at him wide-eyed. His eyes held a lusty gaze, his hair wild, his full lips now bruised. I looked at my reflection swiftly and noticed that mine were as well. I fixed my shirt as the doors opened, and stepped aside as people entered. I looked down, not wanting them to see my frazzled state. I walked out after Marco and followed him to two grand doors.

A receptionist pushed a button and they opened. The doors shut behind us and I looked around. It might have seemed as though I was interested in the foreign vase, but I really could give two fucks. I was hot. A hot, wet mess. I bit my lip as I watched Marco unbutton his vest and lay it across the chair. He turned and his eyes met mine. He walked over to me, and I took a few steps back until I hit the wall.

Marco was now pressed against me, but he didn't do anything. Yet, anyways. We stared into each other's eyes, watching our lust grow at the contact of our chests pressed together. His thumb raked over my chin. He then slowly pulled my lip out from between my teeth and ran his thumb across my bruised lips. I could tell he was going to kiss me again.

"Marc-."

*phone ringing*

He let out a groan and backed away from me, going to pick up the phone. I took the time to close my eyes. As soon as I did, our moment in the elevator replayed.

His lips were so soft. His tongue...

I opened my eyes fast. I was not going to stand here and turn myself on more than I already was. I saw a pitcher of water on a coffee table further in the room. I walked over and poured myself some.

"What do you mean? $300,000,000 GONE," Marco yelled. I nearly choked on my drink his voice echoed through the room.

"Okay. Okay. Meet me in my office. And Stephan I swear to God, if you don't have a good explanation for this I'm going to-," he paused as Stephan said something on the other line. He ran his hand through his hair said a few things in Italian. A knock came at the door, and I walked over to get it since he was on the phone. When I opened the door, I didn't expect who I saw.

"Mom?!"