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Marco Vendetti x TheDeucesFemReader.

Warnings: Mob. Arrenged marriage. Fights. Violence. Bad language. SMUT. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Non-con(?)

Summary: You are Leon’s sister and Fritzy forces you to marry Marco, the leader of The Vipers, to put an end to gang fights. Of course your hatred for Marco makes you want to refuse. But the man seems to enjoy the idea.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @purple-serenity @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen

"No!" Was your answer, or rather your cry of indignation.

"Relax, please..." your brother Leon tried to reason with you, but again you turned indignantly to Fritzy who was smiling calmly knowing that you could do nothing against him.

"Have you gone mad!?! I will not marry under obligation! And least of all with him!" you shouted again directing your finger to nowhere as the man you were talking about was not there, not yet, but everyone knew who you were referring to.

"Enough!" Leon pulled you away from the man's table so you wouldn't jump on his neck and kill him right there. "Isn't there another option? Let us take care of The Vipers ourselves."

"I said no fighting, never again, that's why I'm doing this, for everyone's sake. I'm sick of your quarrels."

"He killed our brother!" you shouted back into the arms of your little brother, Bobby.

"Actually your brother killed himself." You heard a deep voice from the doorway and Bobby had to hold you tighter. "He was a junkie, he couldn't help it. Never knew when to stop." He scoffed.

"Marco..." Fritzy's deep voice made it clear to you that this was no time to joke, but there was an amused smile plastered on her face.

"Sorry, I have no manners." He scoffed again walking over to where you were standing. His smile still graced his face, his eyes swept over you completely and you shuddered. "Are you really the little sister of these two? Wow, I know who got the better genes." He joked again, a sour tone in every word that crawled out of his mouth.

"Marco..." Again the threat was present in the voice of the man who had gathered you all there which silenced the leader of The Vipers, but his sly grin still drilled into you.

"I refuse..." You spat angrily. "You can't, you have no right!" You roared without looking away from the newcomer.

"It doesn't depend on whether you want to or if there is a right, it's for the good of all. This way these fights will stop, the two gangs can become one, you all win and you stop giving me a headache."

"Look on the bright side, honey, you'll finally know what a real man is." Marco's voice came back to your ears and your hair stood up in goose bumps.

You didn't even respond, it wasn't worth it. With a snap of frustration you hurried out of the office, your brow tightly furrowed and your fists clenched. If anyone got in your way at that moment, they would suffer the consequences.

Leon watched you walk away followed by Bobby, but he walked slowly towards Marco who held out his hand mocking the whole situation even more, enjoying every moment he saw Leon's jaw clench restraining himself from killing him right there and then, in not disobeying direct orders. Marco hated him as much as he did, he had planned different ways to take revenge on him and all of you during the years he was in prison, Marco knew you, he knew of your existence as you had always been close to your brothers, you liked being part of the gang as much as the rest of the men who formed it, however being a woman they always kept you away from the fights, but Marco had seen you moving with Leon's men around the neighborhood on more than one occasion. In his eyes you were only a child when he had entered prison, he had never looked at you that way, you never caught his attention, but you had grown up, matured, you were wild like your brothers, you were a woman, in another situation maybe he himself would have gone after you to hurt your brothers, but this.

This was a thousand times better. Not only would he get revenge, but he would enjoy seeing the helplessness on his part for not being able to do anything against you, for not being able to defend himself. Not to mention the advantage of having a new woman at his side to take advantage of.

You were raging, you could not contain your fury, wherever you went everyone could feel the anger, frustration and rage that ran through your small and petite body, you muttered under your breath various curses while preparing your suitcase. You would get out of there, you weren’t going to stand idly by while that pig took advantage of you. No, you weren’t going to give him the pleasure, you would leave, before he could touch you you would already be far away from there.

Betsy came into your room when she heard the loud racket you were making in your room, she stood leaning against the door frame waiting for you to relax a little so she could talk.

"I never thought, out of the three of you, you were the coward." She spoke at last earning a strong look of hatred.

"I'm not being cowardly, I'm being reasonable. If I stay here I'm going to kill someone."

"Is it all because of the wedding? Leon told me..." She muttered looking sideways at you, your hands paused resting on the suitcase, the mere word made your stomach turn inside out.

"Marco Vendetti... Of all the men there could be in this city..." His name scratched your throat as you uttered it grimacing in distaste.

"Not every man in this city is at war with your brothers." She replied mockingly, you rolled your eyes, the last thing you needed was her teasing.

"I don't have time, Betsy, I need to get out of here."

"And where do you plan to go, what about Bobby and Leon? have you thought about your mother? She's already lost one son, are you going to make her lose the three she has left?"

"Nothing's going to happen to Leon and Bobby... And I'll write her as soon as I find a place to stay."

"You know perfectly well what will happen if you leave. Your brothers will end up dead at the hands of Fritzy and they'll come looking for you wherever you've gone and they'll end up with you too." She related your not-so-encouraging future and you looked at her with a frown, biting your lip.

"And what are you forcing me to accep? I should marry Marco? that's the future I deserve?"

"I always thought you were the smartest one in this family." She sighed leaning closer to you. "I don't want you to marry him either, he's a pig, I hate him as much as you do, but think about it coldly. I'm sure you can find something positive in all this." She said to you raising her eyebrows, leaving the conversation at an end as she put on her sunglasses and left your room.

You frowned more if possible, wanting to understand what Betsy was referring to.

You didn't run away, the fear that Leon's girlfriend left upon your heart at the thought of what might happen to your brothers if you left prevented you from doing so, you didn't know for sure if Betsy was right about them going after them or yourself, but you knew that Fritzy was a dangerous man with limited patience, it was best not to cause any more trouble than you already had on your hands. You wanted to talk to him again, remind him that your brother was dating Jimmy's sister Annie and that she was Marco's right hand man, maybe if they married he could bring peace of mind to both sides as well. However the man again refused.

"Marco is the leader, to keep you all quiet and calm, I need him to be quiet and calm." Was his only response before forcing you out of his office.

So that was all you could fight for yourself and your freedom. Although no one agreed with the wedding, no one could open their mouths, it seemed that the only one who was really enjoying the whole situation was Marco himself. Every once in a while he would show up in your neighborhood only to stand there, standing by his car, watching you in silence, then he would leave again without saying a word. It went on for several weeks during which you felt your nerves on edge every time he was too close.

That afternoon you decided to go to the pool, your group of friends and Annie, you had almost adopted her as a friend, despite her brother being part of The Vipers, she was funny, rebellious, said things as she thought and didn't feel affinity for the gangs, nor too much love for her asshole brother, so you liked her. She wanted to be with Bobby, gang trouble was an issue she wanted no part of, she was even trying to get Bobby out of that stuff, although you both knew that was quite a bit more complicated.

You positioned yourselves in an area by the hammocks to get more comfortable and soak up some sun, arranged your towels and huffed loudly when you saw Marco on the other side of the pool.

"What the hell is he doing here?" you huffed, the man never showed up there, he was going with Jimmy and some more of his men.

"He's obviously just come to annoy you." Annie said also with a tired tone in her voice. "Ignore him, I'm sure he'll leave when he realizes you're ignoring him." She proposed and you decided to heed him, not wanting him to spoil a good summer day for you.

You ignored him as best you could, you tried to focus all your attention on the conversation with your friends, getting your feet a little wet inside the pool and sunbathing while reading a fashion magazine, but every now and then your gaze would turn to Marco unconsciously.

Marco was inside the water playing with some of the kids there, the man was worse than a demon, but he always had a warm and friendly touch with the kids, at least in public, you had even heard that he had given Scooch a bike, although you were sure he had done it just to annoy Leon. With his hair wet, the hair gel no longer held the locks he had combed back letting them stick to his forehead and he had to shake his head from time to time, he had a much wilder touch, on his skin the sun was reflected in the thousands of water droplets that ran down his strong back. You startled when Annie caught your attention nudging you.

"He may be a jerk, but you have to admit, he's a pretty good looking jerk." She whispered smiling wickedly at you.

You wanted to retort at that, but your gaze returned to Marco, who was now looking in your direction, a small smile plastered on his own face. You shook your head and refocused on your magazine.

You were going crazy.

The wedding was there, it had arrived faster than you had expected, taking advantage of the good summer days everyone had rushed to get everything ready for the date of the 'big' event, you preferred a kick in the ribs rather than being there, in your room, surrounded by women who were helping you with your dress, your hair and your makeup. You wanted to scream, to tell them all to leave you alone, to close the door and never come out of there again, like a little girl, but you knew that none of them would leave you, that even Marco Vendetti himself would come and get you if necessary.

You were wearing a beautiful long sleeved lace dress, tight to your bust and waist to then fall long, with a gauzy fabric, trailing in a long train behind you, the veil was lace too and reached almost to your elbows, they had gathered your hair in a nice bun and the makeup was discreet, very subtle.

You left your room to go with your brother, Leon would take you to the altar, to the church where The Vipers and the guys from your brother's band should already be waiting for you. You thought about them for a moment as you walked with Leon to the door of the church where everyone was waiting for you. You always thought you would end up marrying Tino, since you were kids you had been together and you always had feelings for him, but now it was no longer up to you. You felt the urge to cry out of frustration come over you, needing a moment to calm down. You were not going to give Marco the satisfaction of seeing you destroyed.

The ceremony was extensive, too many words of love and romanticism for a wedding that was completely agreed, that no one felt love there, the only one who seemed to enjoy it all was Marco who did not stop smiling throughout the ceremony, even his smile became wider and cruel at the moment of the 'I do'.

"You may kiss the bride." The priest had said, you wanted to protest but Leon's gaze shut you up again.

Marco lifted your veil without removing that disgusting smile of victory from his mouth, his hand closed like a shackle on the back of your neck and his mouth caught yours, dominant, demanding, wanting to demonstrate the power he had at that moment over you and all of you, his tongue burst into your mouth almost choking you.

"Easy, son, you will have time on the wedding night for this." Said the priest and you thanked him for interrupting, being able to push him away from you.

The celebration continued in a hotel with quite a reputation, Fritzy had taken care of everything, preparing the ceremony, organizing the reception in the restaurant and booking one of the hotel rooms specially prepared for such occasions. The food was delicious, people were animated despite knowing that everything was a damn peace agreement, The Vipers enjoyed, sang, drank and ate, but did not mess with the rest of the guests, the guys from Deuces were quieter but as time went by and the drinks started to cheer up as much as the others. At the head table you and Marco were seated, the man didn't let you move around too much, but whenever they could you escaped to your brothers table at least to stop smelling the cologne of the leader of Los Vipers.

You had to admit that Marco had made an effort to get ready for the occasion, the suit yielded to his body perfectly, his broad shoulders and strong arms were marked on his tuxedo jacket, on his shirt, making clear his strong and worked shape, the peg pants, far from being old sweatpants, gave him a slimmer figure, making him taller to the eye, enhancing a nice ass. You had to admit. The hair he always wore slicked back and slicked back was now cut short, but some very short locks fell across his forehead giving him that unruly touch, that naughtiness he didn't try hard to hide.

As Annie told you that day at the pool; he was a pig, but he was fucking attractive.

Gradually even you yourself stopped caring to enjoy with your friends and family the day. You drank, you danced, you even dared to hug and flirt with Tino like you used to do. The man didn't move away from you, smiling at you as he alone knew how he danced with you and hugged you in one of the slow songs, neither of you wanting to move away, but it was the dance of the bride and groom, and Marco at once appeared to claim you. His hands tightened on your waist carefully clinging you to his body, he held your hand and you danced slowly, his blue eyes locked on you like two knives, his mischievous smile didn't disappear from his mouth, you were uncomfortable and at the same time something made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

The night was falling over the city, the guests left the restaurant saying goodbye to you, your brothers and your mother were the last ones left, reluctant to leave you alone with Vendetti, but they could do nothing to avoid it.

Not anymore.

You hugged Bobby and Leon and then said goodbye to your mother with a soft kiss on the cheek, you could see how the woman left with her eyes full of tears. You were no better, though.

You asked for the room key as the two of you walked up to the room in awkward silence. You were surprised Marco hadn't opened his mouth yet or jumped you in the middle of the hotel hallway. He seemed to be starting to take his role as a husband seriously. You made your way to the room you were to share that night. You stopped ready to ask him for the keys, but he opened the door with a wave of his hand, inviting you in.

"Come in, mia cara.” He said to you and his voice slurring the words in Italian made you wince making you frown, crossing your arms.

"Don't talk to me in Italian, and fuck you, just in case." You growled getting a chuckle from the leader of The Vipers at your comment.

"No doubt you're Leon's sister, as wild as he is."

"And what does that mean?" You got defensive again.

"Nothing, isn't it true?" The mockery was still marked in his voice, in that crooked smile that was making you nervous, you clicked your tongue with annoyance entering the room feeling him following your steps inside the room, closing behind him.

"If you think we're going to share a room..." You started to say wanting to throw him out of there.

"We're married, remember?" He cut off your words by raising his hand where the wedding ring was, your eyes fell on your own ring, tensing your jaw. "What would Frizty think if she saw me sleeping in another room? I don't think she'd like that." You hated that he was right, but you still couldn't trust him to just stand there idly.

You startled when he approached you noiselessly, just like a cat, his hands rested on your waist and you wanted to push him away, his fingers tightened on your skin covered by your wedding dress going up very slowly to the zipper of the dress, ready to pull it down. You pulled away from him as if it burned looking at him with hatred, but he didn't seem to mind, his hand was still on your waist, pulling you back to his side, his two hands resting on your hips again.

"You'd enjoy this more if you were with him, wouldn't you?" He said suddenly without looking away from you, but more serious now. You trembled in his grip. "That guy... Friend of your brother's, what was his name, Milo?" You froze opening your eyes wide, I knew perfectly well who he was talking about, but he wanted to make you jump, you knew he was provoking you.

"Tino..." You whispered wanting to let go, but Marco held you tighter.

"That, Tino." A rogue grimace formed on his mouth again, raising his eyebrows. "I've seen you guys at the restaurant, well, me and everyone." His tone turned dark, almost cruel. "It's very ugly to cheat on your husband like that, in front of everyone."

"I didn't cheat on anyone... In that case..." You bit your tongue, but not in time.

"In such a case? So that's it, your plans have been cut short by me." There was no sorrow in his voice, no regret. Rather he was enjoying it. "But you're mine now, you know that, don't you?" His body pressed closer to yours, his nose brushed your cheek as you turned your face away thus preventing him from kissing you, if that was his intention. "You're mine, and for Tino's sake, you should respect me." His voice sounded like a growl. You turned to look at him, angry.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, more like a warning." He shrugged, his hands moving up from your waist to the zipper of your dress again. "I'm sure you don't want anything to happen to your Tino, so be a good girl and spread your legs for me."

You frowned, your hand shot out impacting against his cheek. You gasped in surprise as he slapped you back, however Marco also looked at you in shock as you hit him again. You both stared at each other, breathing fast, eyes darkened in a strange mixture bubbling in your stomachs. Anger and desire. You gasped against his mouth as Marcus kissed you with the same fury with which he had devoured your mouth in front of the altar a few hours earlier. You sighed holding onto his shoulders, the urge to push him away was defeated when his tongue burst into your mouth tangling with yours wrenching a moan from you. You heard the zipper of your dress unzip with a violent hiss, his hands went up to your shoulders and he pulled the dress down leaving the fabric tangled around your waist, revealing your girth, your chest only covered with your bra. Marco pulled away from you to watch you, the impulse to run away present in you, you want to cover yourself, but he pulls your body back to his, his face hiding in your neck, his mouth kissing your skin, his tongue licking the line of your jaw. You closed your eyes sighing at the sensation, your goose bumps, your legs trembled and Marco tugged your dress a little more until it fell to the floor sliding down your legs. The man's hands closed over your cheeks, lifting you up smoothly, your legs wrapped around his waist for fear of falling backwards as Marco walked to the bed where he dropped you. He stripped quickly, the smokin jacket along with the shirt fell to the floor, he kicked off his shoes in a couple of kicks and the pants ended up along with the rest of the clothes. He knelt on the edge of the bed crawling towards you, positioning himself over your body, leaving you trapped between the mattress and himself.

Your gazes connected again, lust shining in his fully dilated pupils, you bit your lip searching in your mind to say something or do something to tease him, but you were completely enraptured in his electrified gaze. Marco leaned over your body, his mouth trapping yours, this time less intense, but just as dominant, demanding your lips part to bury his tongue inside, entangling it with yours, biting your lip, pulling it back as he parted to kiss and bite your neck. You felt him mark your skin in different kisses and bites, you wanted to push him away, tangling your fingers in his hair, but he didn't pull away, he held you by the wrists putting your arms above your head, looking at you again. The wicked smile again marked on his lips.

"Be a good girl, mía cara.” He whispered in your ear and you closed your eyes with a mumbled moan.

With one hand he was able to hold your wrists without difficulty, leaving one hand free to pull up your bra leaving your tits exposed, he massaged the contour of one of them without taking his eyes off you, pinching your nipple making you arch on the bed at the sensation of pleasure that ran through you. His hand slowly made its way down to your panties, he reached inside them and stroked your center very slowly, stimulating your clitoris that was begging to be tended to. You moaned loudly feeling embarrassed for not being able to control your reactions, the man's smile became much wider, the pressure of his fingers on your clit increased moving in circles, you spread your legs apart to give him more access and your hips moved on their own against his hand wanting to intensify the pleasure.

"Look at you, so willing for me... I'm sure Tino wouldn't be able to get it." He said mockingly, the mention of his name caused several tears of frustration to pool in your eyes.

"Do you really think you're the first one to touch me? Tino was doing a hell of a lot better than you." You provoked him by watching him tense his jaw. "You look like you're petting a cat, now I understand why no woman wants to be with you, you suck."

"You think so?" he asked with a growl, he stopped touching your clit and his fingers roamed your folds. "Then why are you so wet?"

"Do you really think I'm thinking about you right now?" you teased him again and anger flashed in his eyes. "I may not be able to be with him, but I can at least imagine it."

"You're a whore." He snapped and his fingers pierced your pussy suddenly cutting off your breath.

You wanted to stop him, but your hands were still tightly gripped by his above your head, it frustrated you to see how easily he could dominate you with one hand. You tried to close your legs to get him to let go, but his legs held you open, his fingers moving quickly in and out of you. You gritted your teeth hard not to give him pleasure to hear you, despite his roughness he knew how and where to touch you, your gaze clouded as his fingers stung your G-spot relentlessly feeling his fingers slipping deeper and deeper. You arched up without being able to control the violent moan that escaped your mouth as your whole body jerked, pleasure coursing through you uncontrollably, making you dizzy. Yet Marco didn't give you time to recover.

He let go of your wrists for a second to pull down his boxers, his hard cock pointing at you, the tip red, glistening, dripping with anticipation, you stirred nervously beneath his body as he held you again. Your eyes filled with tears, a plea died inside your mouth as he covered your mouth with his hand.

"It's too late for regrets, girl." He whispered in a hoarse voice. "I'm going to make you forget him, I'm going to make you beg, make you scream my name." He assured you.

"That's not going to happen..." you hissed angrily when he uncovered his mouth, but far from annoying you, his smile grew much wider.

Marco braced your legs to keep them spread, placed the tip of his cock against your entrance, moved over your folds to lubricate its full length, and pushed himself inside your vagina with a single thrust of his hips. The air escaped your lungs in a muffled scream, the man's body lay on top of yours, trapping you, his fingers tangled in your hair using the top of your head for support, his other hand gripped you tighter from the legs he still held, his fingers marking your skin as his hips moved, thrusting in and out of you, giving you no time to get used to his invasion. Your free hands fell on his shoulders trying to push him away from you, your nails buried in his skin creating thin threads of blood on his freckled shoulders, but the man didn't pull away, he kept on ramming with the same intensity.

His mouth caught yours again, his tongue forcing its way in, tangling with yours, fucking your mouth almost as desperately as his cock fucked your pussy.

"So tight and look at you..." He pulled away from your mouth when he felt your hands stop making resistance on his shoulders and your legs trembling around his waist. "You’re taking me so well..." He growled in your ear and your body vibrated at his deep tone.

“I hate you…” You said in a whisper, not knowing if you were really saying it to hurt him or to believe it yourself..

“I know, mia cara, me too.” He responded by biting his lip pushing deeper.

Your body arched as he rotated his hips, the tip of his cock hitting at a new angle your G-spot, making you moan loudly, his eyes shining with intensity as he heard you, continuing to move in that same position, battering your pussy with each violent thrust, making you see stars.

You moaned once more as you were aware that your body was again on the edge, the pleasure was giving way to the initial pain and the rage you felt towards him, however Marco stopped abruptly, he separated his body from yours to watch you on top of you, slowly, almost boredly he moved inside you again.

"Beg me."

"No." You shook your head with pride.

"Come on... I know you were about to cum, beg me." He grunted without stopping his slow movements.

"No..."

"Please..." You whispered, your arms wrapped around his neck wanting to keep him glued to you as much as possible.

"I felt your pussy clench, you can't fool me." He pushed once hard and your sight filled with little lights. "There it is, again." He leaned over you, his tongue brushed and caressed your ear, your hair stood up in goose bumps and you closed your eyes. "Beg me and I'll make you cum like never before." He assured you and you moaned low.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Marco..." You moaned low, a tear of frustration running down your face. "Please, I need you to move..."

"Do you want to cum?" he insisted, but stopped the movement of his hips.

"Yes..."

"Beg me." He ordered you and pushed once more hard to stay still inside you.

"Marco, please, I need to cum!" you cried out, fed up and desperate.

Far from answering you his hands sank under your body, his fingers closed over the skin of your ass and he hid his face in the hollow of your shoulder as he lifted your hips a little and began to move again fast and deep inside you, hitting your sensitive spot inside you. Your vision went black, you wrapped around his shoulders tighter, your legs tightening around his hips pushing him further onto your body, feeling him more intense, deeper. You moaned against his ear as the orgasm overtook you jerking you under his body, your nails clawing at his back, his teeth closing over the skin of your shoulder as his onslaught became more erratic reaching the limit himself, painting your walls white as he cum inside you.

You both needed a moment to catch your breath. There were no words of love or affection, you both knew there never would be. Marco pulled away from you watching you for a second, proud of the mess you had become under his hands. He carefully climbed out of you, snapping his tongue as he discovered some blood next to the trickle of cum leaking from your pussy. He got up from the bed reaching for a cigarette. The smoke drifted into his lungs relaxing his body even more. He looked at you still lying on the bed, hugging the sheets, not daring to move from there.

"You're mine now." He said to you taking another puff on his cigarette. "I hope you know how to be good."

The End.

Sorry, but I had to make him speak Italian, just a little bit, it was superior to me.