Elena's POV:
Marco?!
"If you see him use left, use right, if he uses right, use the fucking left!"
Adrian's voice rings loudly in my ears.
I push back, out of his hold, smoothing my dress down as I try to steady my pounding heart.
"Marco..what are you doing here?"
It's the women's room.
He straightens, putting both hands in his pockets, inhaling deeply.
"Good evening, Elena," he says with a half-grin, eyes falling over my body.
My throat tightens. "…Good evening, Marco."
I move to walk past him, but he shifts his body slightly, blocking my path.
I swallow, shifting back.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
He smiles, but there's nothing warm about it.
"I uh..." I clear my throat, finding my voice. "I need to get back. I don't want to keep my husband waiting,"
But his reaction is not something I expect. His jaw ticks, anger forming on his face.
He then hums low, head tilting.
"That's unfortunate."
I blink. "What is?"
He stares me dead in the eye then says, "your husband."
"What?" I crease my brows, confusion playing on my face.
What did he mean by that?
He chuckles lightly, bringing one hand out of his pocket and running it along his jaw. "Don't mind me. I say meaningless things all the time."
"Ha..." I chuckle nervously. "I guess I'll uh... see you another time?"
I attempt to side-step him again but this time he brings out a hand, stopping me.
Jesus Christ!
When he looks up at me again, there's visible anger on his face. He tries to play it off with a light grin but it's still there. He can't hide it.
"Why do you like running away from me, Elena? Ignoring me?" His lip twitches.
"I'm... I'm not ignoring you. I just really need to get back."
He tilts his head slightly then cocks a brow at me, studying my face.
The way he stares at me makes me so uncomfortable but I try my best to hide it.
"Why do I get the feeling you don't like me?"
Oh, thank God. He finally noticed. So let me go then?!
"I don't know why you would think that. I most definitely don't hate you."
"So why did you ignore me last night too?"
I blink. "Last night? I didn't ignore you. We spoke briefly, didn't we? Adrian was there too."
His jaw ticks again and I get the feeling it's because of Adrian's name.
"Not that time," he says through clenched jaw. "You ignored my text and calls," he throws his head back letting out a low guttural laugh. "It was a miracle you picked up eventually."
My stomach plummets.
He's been texting and calling me? I haven't received any call from...
Wait.
It can't be...
"It was you?" I whisper.
A wide smile appears on his face.
Shivers run down my spine, cold spreading throughout my body.
"What... why?" My voice wavers.
"I like you, Elena." He takes a step closer to me.
I take one back instinctively, swallowing hard.
"What are you doing?" I rush out, my voice trembling.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he says, voice smooth.
He keeps walking towards me, while I keep taking steps back.
Should I kick him in the groin and make a run for it?
"Marco, you can't like me. I'm... married."
"Oh, spare me. When has that ever stopped anyone? Besides, you wouldn't be the first"
"I want you, Elena. I really want you." His eyes slide over my body again and his tongue darts out, running across his bottom lip.
My back hits the wall, and my breathing picks up. I can hear the way my chest is pounding heavily in my ears.
"Marco..." I say under my breath. "Please let me go. I don't want any problems."
"Neither do I."
His hand comes up to my shoulder, and I immediately swat his hand away, but the next I know, a strong hand comes around my throat, wrapping around it, and pressing me to the wall.
I gasp, bringing both hands up to force Marco's hand away but he's too strong.
"You're making me angry, Elena. And it's not a good thing when I'm angry." His eyes sear into mine with a hint of darkness.
"You're... you're hurting me," I choke out.
His eyes dart down to his hand around my throat, and he releases his hold, but not fully. Only enough for me to breathe properly.
I draw in a series of deep breaths trying to catch myself. My neck stings where his hand is.
He then places a hand against the wall beside me, as he pushes against me, his other hand still on my neck, holding me in place.
"You know..." his voice dips lower, "Adrian's not very good at sharing."
My entire body goes cold at the thought of what he's implying.
I need Adrian to come find me now, more than ever, before this situation escalates into something irreversible.
And why is the hallway so empty?
"Please let me go," I look up at Marco pleadingly.
I don't have the strength to fight him. There's no need to try.
"Why? So you can return to Adrian?" Anger flashes on his face.
"Please just let me go," I beg. Tears prickle at the back of my eyes but I'll be damned if I let them fall. I feel weak enough already.
He retreats his hand from the wall, and runs it through his hair, ruffling it as he lets out a deep sigh.
Then he leans in closer again, and as he speaks, his hot breath dances over my face, and it smells of alcohol and madness.
"I'm only letting you go because I like you. If I didn't... trust me. You'd be on your knees begging by now." He grins widely.
My whole body is trembling, and irritation wraps around me like wildfire.
He pushes into me, tilting my neck to the side, then bringing his face down and planting it into the side of my neck, inhaling deeply.
"Please stop," I croak, tears threatening to spill.
His grip on my neck only tightens.
"God, you smell so good," he breathes against my skin, and shivers ripple through me, goosebumps forming on my skin.
I shut my eyes tightly and force the tears back. If I say anything, he's only going to intensify his hold.
I feel warm hands slide up the side of my legs.
"No!"
I push forward, trying to wriggle out of his hold but I'm slammed back against the wall with sheer force.
"Ahhh..." I groan, as pain vibrates through me.
"What did I say about getting me angry, huh?" A hand comes up to my face and grazes my cheek.
Don't cry. Don't you fucking cry, Elena.
He presses into me more and I feel it.
He rubs his bulge against my clothed thighs, as a groan leaves his lips.
"Oh, fuck..."
I fight down the bile that's climbing and inching its way up my throat.
"Don't... don't do this, please," my voice cracks. It's barely a whisper.
"See what you do to me... and you're not even trying. It's so foolish of your husband to think he'll be able to keep all this to himself."
He chuckles.
"But not for long though." He lifts his head from between my neck and finds my eyes.
"I'm want you, Elena" he repeats, eyes burning into mine.
"I want to fuck you and hear how sweet you sound when you scream my name. And when I do, I promise it won't be something you forget. And definitely not something your husband could easily undo."
There's a devilish smirk on his face.
"When I'm done with you, you'll compare the both of us. And trust me when I say I won't be on the losing end."
His words curl around my spine like ice.
My chest rises and falls as I draw in deep heavy breaths.
I want to scream at him. To tell him how crazy and delirious he is. But I can't.
He gives me one last look, "you're so fucking beautiful" he mutters. Then his hand on my neck releases as he draws a step back from me and returning his hands back into his pockets.
I clutch my neck, rubbing lightly on the sore skin as a series of coughs escapes me.
"I'll let you go for now," he says, and I lift my teary eyes to meet his dark gaze. "But know that I'm not done with you. I'm not even started."
He tilts his head, reaching a hand out to my face. I twist my head to the side immediately to avoid his touch.
He scoffs dryly. "Fight all you want....you're only pushing back time." He laughs a dark, amused laugh that crawls up my skin in a weird, irritating way.
"Enjoy the rest of your night, Elena," he says, then turns around without another word, leaving me alone in the empty hallway.
I lean back against the wall, shaking intensely as tears run down my face.
I clutch my pounding chest tight, and I let it out.
All of it.