Chapter 30: The Freedom

Anastasia Honchar's POV

I could not believe it. Marco was right in front of me as he slipped to the seat beside me. I was still not getting used to the fact that he told them that we were married. But their reaction was even more surprising, like they don't know it at all.

"What is the meaning of this, Thorn?!" Alfred asked as he was looking murderously at Marco. He just smiled smugly as he took my hand and kissed the back of it.

"as I said, we were married," he said. Alfred was fuming before he took some papers out onto the table.

"then what is the meaning of this?" Alfred asked as I was looking at the paper. My eyes bulged even more.

The Binding of Ms. Anastasia Honchar to Marco Thorn deal

"I don't…I don't understand," I said as I looked at Alfred, Val, and Marco. They were glaring at each other. I hope they will not start to kill each other.

"as you can practically see, I was married to her and now I wanted her to work for me, getting away from you as far as possible," he said as he pushed the contract on the table to Alfred. He laughed bitterly.

"bullshit. I wanted to know why you're married her when I have something more enticing than Anna," Alfred said as Marco just smirked at him.

"you think I don't get an upper hand here. The Femme Fatales organization has been outdated. No one will trust you guys anymore to run the show. And as a doting husband, I was merely finding a loophole to take my wife with me rather than have her following you around with the impact that you have caused," Marco said as he was draping his arm along my shoulder as I was leaning closer to him.

"but the contract was not even in ready yet," Val stated as he pointed at the contract. Marco smirked.

"well, that's because it was for a front show only. The only thing that I need to ask was Anna to work for me and everything will work out. But for you guys, it got a little complicated," he said before he shoved something into the contract. I cannot make it out at first but when I saw what Val was holding, my eyes were bulging again.

it was a check with 2 Million Euros written on it. And it was under his name, Marco Thorn. I don't want to know where he gets that money but with him displaying his wealth after I married him, I think he might be a royalty or something.

"you think you can buy our silence?" Alfred asked him. He chuckled darkly.

"of course not, I have something that was far more important for you to reconsider, such as," Marco said before he pulled out two vials that were containing some amber liquid in it. He was putting it on the show.

is that what I think I was?

Alfred stood up before he was about to run away. Marco spoke before he had a chance to do.

"leave Val to be his own man as well. He has so many potentials that you forget to see it through, old man," Marco said as Alfred looked at Val before he looked at me. The look of betrayal was playing on his face.

"well, if you excuse me I have much more important things to do," he said as he motioned for Val to follow him. He did as he must do like every son to their father.

"Think about it, Alfred. You don't have to fight for freedom anymore. We're already won," Marco said as he shoved something to Val to give to his dad. He nodded before Alfred stormed out with him trailing behind him.

I looked at Marco as he was sipping on the champagne that was ordered by the gentlemen that just left us.

"that was—"

"what, impressive? You should see more than that honey, I can be much more worst," he said as he put the glass down and he turned to look at me. He looked so pretty like a devil in disguise tonight.

his hair was sleek back and he was wearing a black Armani suit that clings to his gorgeous body. My core pulsed as I thought about peeling him right now.

"Are you alright?" He asked me as he put his hand onto my arms. I blinked a few times before I focused on his face,

"what?" I asked him. He chuckled before he caressed my cheeks.

"you were blushing," he said. I felt blood to my cheeks.

"no, I wasn't," I mumbled before he traced his lips on my cheek.

"do you want to get out of here?" He asked me. then, at that moment where he oozed sensuality toward me, my stomach growled. I blushed even deeper.

damn it!

He chuckled before he signaled the waiter to take our order. He ordered steaks for both of us. He wanted medium rare as I wanted it well done. I cannot imagine eating something that still has blood on it.

"well, you be surprised how tasty it tasted," he said as he was sipping on the refills as the waiter came to assist us.

"Their service sucks," I said as I looked around the room. Marco just chuckled as he sipped on the champagne again.

"agreed but they have the best American food in Greece, so we might not want to complain much," he said. The waiter later came with our food. I looked at his meat as it was as Marco described earlier. juicy, tender and oh so satisfying when I saw him took a small bite of it. I gulped at the sight.

Marco, being perceptive as he always has, he took a small cut of the meat and he pointed it to my mouth.

"taste it," he instructed and as on a cue, I opened my mouth and bit on it. It was tender, juicy and so good that I have to moan to get the gratitude for the chef.

"save that moaning for later, cara. I don't want other people to stare at me like they wanted to devour you," he said huskily that only I can hear it. I did not notice that people were glancing our way as I was gulping the meat down my throat.

"Sorry," I mumbled to him as I was dabbing napkins on my mouth. He was smiling before he urged me to take a sip of the wine. Its bubbly taste hit my nerves before I settled it down. I looked at Marco as I can see his eyes darkened with desire.

"shall we took this dinner elsewhere?" I asked him as I was stroking his thigh. He looked at my hand before smirking at me.

"I thought you never asked," he said as he signaled for the waiter and check. He put his card before the waiter used it to pay for our meal. He returned as Marco signed the check and leave a generous amount of tips.

"He helped me to get what I want," he said as he took my hand and we were out of the restaurant. I came here by taxi and as Marco opened the door to his car, I quickly got in as the chilly wind of the night was getting to me. They were giving me goosebumps.

"What's wrong?" I asked him as he stopped the car and turned it off. He pulled his seat backward before he dragged me onto his laps. He kissed me hungrily as he was roaming my body. I moaned into his kiss as he was fumbling with my dress. He was trying to get it off.

"Marco, we should get home—"

"I don't think I can wait that long, cara mia," he said before he unzipped my dress and brought my dress down to my waist. He was smiling as I was braless before he took one tit into his mouth and pleasure exploded inside me.

"Marco," I sighed his name as he was gripping my panties and tore it apart. I gasped as his brutality but I think I did not care for that now. All I ever think was him and I was fumbling with his pants now.

"hurry, cara. Let me be inside you," he said as he was pulling his belt away and I unzipped his pants. I pulled his pants with the brief to his feet as his cock was springing from the confinement of his clothing.

"so beautiful," I said as I took his cock in my hand, I was stroking it lightly as he moaned.

"put it inside you, now," he sighed as I was straddling his sides as I pushed my legs apart, taking him in one thrust. We both moaned at the contact and before I knew it.

I was moving in and out as I was building the heat to get off. We were gasping, panting and moaning. As we were both ready to get off, he pulled my hair and kissed me roughly before spewing his hot load into my oven, my walls clenched around him, giving us the ecstasy that we both need.