Chapter 94 My Intense Sex with Marco: Marco Surrendered First, But Is This Really What I Wanted?

Elena Garcia's POV:

"This isn't hurting, Marco." I kissed him softly. "We need to talk. You can give up everything for me, but I can't just accept that. Because I love you just as much as you love me."

Marco's kisses moved from my lips to my chin, and then he gently licked my neck where his marks were still visible. He tenderly kissed those bite marks and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I thought he was asking about the wound on my neck. It still hurt a bit, but I didn't want to show it. I turned my head and insisted, "It doesn't hurt at all."

Then, Marco bit my neck again, leaving new marks under the old ones. I couldn't help but cry out, "Marco!"

"You're lying, Elena. It hurts, and you need to tell me the truth. You don't want me to leave, and you also don't want me to get engaged to someone else, right?" Marco said, grabbed my hair. Unlike our usual playful interactions, he was clearly angered by my words just then.

He desperately wanted me to change my mind, to admit that those words hurt me.

The only truth I told Marco was just one sentence. "If I tell the truth, you'll do what I want, but that's not what I want."

Marco's gaze turned cold. He stood by the bed and coldly demanded, "Give me a blowjob."

My eyes widened in shock, but he just said, "Elena, if you're not afraid of me hurting you, then you shouldn't resist my tone and attitude."

He was forcing me to take back my words. I bit my lip and approached him. With reddened eyes, I knelt on the bed and reached out to unbutton his pants.

But my actions made Marco even angrier. He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up. "Use your mouth, Elena! You know what to do."

Anger and sadness intertwined in my heart. I didn't dare to look up at Marco. His cold words made me lose the courage to look at him. I feared that if I saw the disappointment in his expression, I would cry.

But my heart also grew stubborn because of Marco's attitude. Marco wanted to force me to submit, but I refused to give in. We were both equally stubborn in some ways.

I used my teeth to unbuckle Marco's belt, then used my teeth to pull down the edge of his underwear to his thighs, exposing his penis.

Marco's penis was already half-erect, pressing against my lips like an intruder.

"Keep going," Marco demanded, thrusting his hips so his penis rubbed against my lips with clear intent.

I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and took him in. Unlike before, I felt tears welling up as he grew harder in my mouth.

Marco panted heavily, "Do you need a lesson? Your mouth was a lot more convincing when you were trying to persuade me."

His words stung, making my heart race. I licked and sucked, trying to please him as best as I could.

But Marco wasn't satisfied. He grabbed my hair and started thrusting forcefully, roughly fucking my mouth. I felt him hit the back of my throat, making it tighten involuntarily, and he moaned in pleasure.

I held onto his buttocks, letting him fuck my mouth while using my tongue to please him. When he finally came, filling my throat and splattering my face, I coughed violently.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I thought he should be satisfied, that his anger had been vented, and I had proven my point.

But I was wrong. My defiant gaze only made him angrier. He tore off my clothes, tied my hands to the bedpost, and looked at my body with cold eyes.

His eyes were a mix of anger and desire. Then, he suddenly bit my nipple, tearing at it like a hungry beast.

I almost thought he was going to devour me. He sucked and bit forcefully, seemingly tireless.

At the same time, one hand was on my other breast, squeezing hard. He pinched my nipple, pulling at it. And his other hand roughly reached into my panties.

I tried to clamp my legs together, but he used his knee to press them apart.

"Marco, stop!" I cried out, pleading.

This was far more distressing than our last argument. I wanted to avoid our relationship becoming dangerous. I realized that if Marco continued, the outcome might not be what we wanted.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips against mine. He pinched my clitoris, sending a mix of pleasure and pain through my body, making me let out a sound that was a blend of agony and ecstasy.

"I'll stop, but only if you admit you were wrong," Marco finally let go of my lips, his tone firm.

It took me a moment to process his words through the haze of pleasure and pain, but once I did, I responded, "No, I won't admit it."

Marco then kissed me violently again, not wanting to hear my defiance. He loved me madly, and I felt the same.

His hand reached my pussy, fingering me while pressing his thumb on my clit. The dual sensation made my moans uncontrollable.

But Marco kissed me again, his tongue intertwining with mine, forcing me to swallow those lewd moans. Our saliva stretched into strands from our intense kissing. Our breathing was heavy, and sweat flowed on our skin.

With Marco's skillful movements, my body turned a beautiful shade of pink, including my chest. I couldn't help but arch my back, and after intense trembling, I reached orgasm in a wave of pleasure.

A strong sense of exhaustion overwhelmed me, making my limbs too heavy to move, but Marco still didn't let me go. He turned me over, forcing me to kneel on the bed.

My hips were raised high, and Marco's hands kneaded them before slapping my buttocks hard. The sound of the slap was too loud, making my face flush. How could he humiliate me like this?

I tried to turn my head to look at him, but Marco roughly pressed my head into the soft pillow. My upper body was pressed against the bed, while my hips were raised high. This position made me feel ashamed.

I begged, "Don't do this, Marco, please!"

In this position, I felt no sense of security, and not being able to see Marco's face made me fearful.

But Marco ignored my pleas. He pressed his penis against my vaginal opening and then thrust forcefully into me. The sensation of being filled made me moan again.

Marco moved his hips vigorously, his hands gripping my hips, forcing my entire body to collide with his. He fucked me so hard that I could barely maintain my position, but he was still not satisfied. He lowered his head and sucked hard on my back.

I tried to hold myself up, to lift my upper body away from the bed, but as soon as I did, my breasts bounced wildly due to Marco's rough movements, which made me lose my strength again, leaving me at Marco's mercy.

I was driven to the brink of madness by the pleasure. If this intense sex had happened when we had no conflicts, it would have felt sweet. I would have happily swung my hips, matching Marco's movements, making our sex even wilder.

But at this moment, it only made me cry while being immersed in pleasure.

I cursed Marco as a bastard in my heart. When Marco lowered his head to kiss me, I bit his lip hard, rejecting his kiss and leaving a wound on the corner of his mouth.

"I hate you, Marco. I hate you!" My heart, dominated by sadness, made my mouth utter these words in pain.

I turned and saw the sadness in his eyes, deeply hurt by my words.

This made my already aching heart hurt even more, and I began to regret what I had said.

At that moment, Marco lowered his head again, grabbed my hair, and forced me to kiss him. His kiss was extremely forceful, as if my words hadn't affected him at all. After the kiss, he panted in my ear.

"But I love you, Elena," he responded to my words of hatred.

After the kiss, Marco's hands continued to grip my hips, and he began to move faster. As his speed increased and his thrusts became more forceful, we both reached orgasm together.

After the orgasm, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Marco's face. My actions expressed my unwillingness to submit. No matter what he did to me next, I wouldn't change my mind.

But Marco's rough behavior seemed to disappear at that moment. After a long silence, he kissed my forehead and then picked me up.

Marco carried me to the bathroom and gently cleaned my body. At that moment, it felt like there had never been any conflict between us.

Marco's movements were gentle as he massaged me, holding me in his arms. We soaked in the bathtub together, and he kissed the back of my neck with great care.

Just when I thought he might want to make love to me again in the bathtub, he didn't continue. Instead, he buried his head in my shoulder.

I was exhausted and sleepy, not knowing what Marco wanted to do. But as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Marco speak.

His tone was extremely somber, making it hard to discern the emotions in his words.

He said, "You win, Elena."

But I felt like he was crying.