ORLA

"Guys, I got eyes on the target." Cyrus's voice came in through the Bluetooth device.

"I have it too," Marcelo responded. "He is walking away from the bar. Orla, get moving."

We all arrived here separately and have been communicating through the device for half an hour now before we finally got the chance to execute our plan. Just to make sure he doesn't recognise me as Jackson Lennox's daughter, Cyrus bought me a blonde wig and black lenses.

I just hope he doesn't turn out to be gay.

Putting an extra sway to my hips, I walked towards him, I recognised the block of brown hair which I saw in the pictures, his back to me and a glass of champagne in his hand.

I pulled up my phone as I neared him and pretended to scroll through it and then deliberately, I bumped into him from behind, hard enough to cause him to spill his drink.

He turned around immediately, scowling, a now almost empty glass in his hand.

"Oh, I am so sorry," I said faking genuine horror as my eyes fell on his glass and then I glanced up at him. "I am sorry, sir. I didn't see where I was going."

The scowl slowly vanished, only a subtle frown left in its place. "Nevermind."

"Oh, no. Please let me get you another drink."

"It's okay."

He was about to turn away but I latched onto his forearm. "Please, I feel so bad. Let me get you another drink." I battered my eyelashes at him, leaning down a little bit so that my cleavage was on display.

His eyes flickered down to it before he sighed. "Fine."

I could hear Cyrus whisper into the device. "Are we that pathetic?"

I had to bite my lips to stop myself from smiling. Yeah, men are pathetic at times.

Focusing on the task, I lead him back to the bar and ordered another champagne for him and myself. I sat down on one of the barstools as he sat in front of me and I crossed my legs so that my whole right leg was exposed due to the slit.

He stroked his beard, his eyes sliding up my thigh, heat flaring in them.

"Are you here alone?" I asked, my voice low and husky.

He gulped. "Yes. And you?"

I grabbed the champagne glasses from the bartender and handed one to him making sure my fingers brushed his. "Yes and now I am so bored hence I was using my phone only to bump into you."

He took a sip of his drink, his jaw clenching as his eyes once again fell on my legs and on purpose, I leaned back against the bar and uncrossing my legs, parted them in a subtle way.

When his eyes darkened further, I got off the stool and stepped in his direction, standing between his legs as I touched the side frame of his spectacles. "You know men are not aware how sexy spectacles make them look."

His palm came to rest on my knee. "Yeah?"

I nodded and whispered huskily, dropping my eyes to his lips and licking mine. "Yeah."

His grip tightened around my knee and he rasped, "What's your name?"

I leaned closer and placed a feathery kiss under his ear. "You tell me yours first. I need to know what I will be moaning later."

That was very direct and bold but you gotta give the man bait.

"Damn," Cyrus commented and it gave me a confidence boost.

When I leaned back, his mouth was parted as he stared at me, lust written clearly on his face. He cupped my jaw and pulled my face closer for a kiss.

I didn't want to kiss him but it seemed like the only option.

Before his lips could touch mine, I heard Marcelo growl, "You don't have to kiss him. Move back. Now."

"Yeah, don't give in so easily. It will make him want you more." Cyrus added.

At the last moment, I tilted my head causing his lips to land on my cheek.

I winked at him and then I was walking away, my hips swaying on purpose and a moment later, I heard the stool scraping.

I subtly touched my ear. "He is following me, right?"

"Yes," Marcelo spoke. "We are on our way."

I walked towards the corridor where there were numerous rooms, the last one down the corridor was where I had to lead him.

Down the empty corridor, I could hear him following me and I glanced at him over my shoulder, giving him a suggestive smile just as I reached that door.

I quickly pushed open the door and slipped in with him right behind me. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, reaching for a kiss.

I once again averted my face and offered him my neck instead and he gladly started to shower it with kisses.

His back was towards the door so he didn't see Marcelo walking inside, a murderous look on his face as he grabbed him by the collar and ripped him off me.

His eyes widened as he saw Marcelo but before he could say something, Marcelo punched him hard enough that I heard his nose crack and then as he was howling in pain, he slammed the barrel of his gun against the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

That guy fell down on the floor and Marcelo's gaze slid to mine, features softening as he pulled me into his arms. "Okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah. See how good I am at seducing." I grinned but it faded away when I saw him scowl in response.

I didn't get the chance to question him as Cyrus and Silvio walked in and Cyrus whistled on seeing that guy unconscious.

Then he focused his attention on me and smiled widely. "Such an awesome performance. I was only watching from a distance but got seduced too. Tell me, love, would you like to spend a night with me?"

No one said a thing for a moment. Then...

Marcelo punched Cyrus in his jaw.

I gasped.

Silvio snickered.

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"You didn't have to punch Cyrus for that, he was only kidding as usual." I put my phone on charge on the nightstand.

Marcelo was drying his hair with a towel as he took a shower earlier. His voice sounded cold as he ordered, "Sleep."

Sighing, I got on the bed and asked, "We are sharing a bed?"

"You didn't have any problem sleeping beside me on the jet." He pointed out.

Valid point.

Without any response, I lay under the covers and he soon joined me after turning off the lights.

The day's exhaustion caught up with me and I fell asleep soon enough, an odd sense of peace and comfort engulfing me knowing Marcelo was right beside me.

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I heard someone groan in my ear, a low, deep, husky groan.

I pressed myself further into the warmth eliciting another groan.

"Fuck." I heard Marcelo's voice and I could feel his arm tightening around my waist. "If you continue this, I won't be responsible for my actions."

My eyes flew open and the first thing that came into my view was the very naked chest of Marcelo, then I glanced up to find his eyes already at me, lust swirling in them.

It was only then I realised what exactly was happening. Don't know when or how I had cuddled into him while sleeping and now I was subconsciously rubbing my stomach up and down his very hard cock.

Pleasure shot through me and collected in between my legs but nothing was able to stop me as I continued to grind against his cock, my eyes not leaving his.

He cursed under his breath and swiftly rolled us over so now I was underneath him as I watched him with hooded eyes. He hovered over me, his palms on either side of my head.

"Enough with all this torture. I am going to fuck you out of my system, bella," He growled, his voice hoarse from having just woken up. His head dipped down and he placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on my throat making me gasp.

"Say your safe word if you don't want this." He nipped at my throat and all I could do was hold onto him, my arms wrapping around his neck.

I would never ask him to stop. Never.

"Please", I whispered when he continued his torture on my neck, his lips expertly sucking, kissing and biting me there.

He pulled back abruptly and got off the bed as I used my elbows to get a better view of him.

His jaw tightened as he kept staring at me. "Come here."

I was moving immediately and I came to stand in front of him on the floor.

If his eyes were any indication then he loved how I obeyed him. He crossed his arms. "Strip."

He didn't need to tell me twice as I started to pull my t-shirt over my head and slipped out of my pair of pyjamas. I wasn't wearing anything underneath and his nostrils flared as he took in my bare breasts and pussy.

"Get on your knees."

Licking my lips, I dropped down to my knees as he stared down at me, his cock straining against the sweatpants. He reached out his hand to trace my bottom lip with his thumb and as I slowly parted it, he slipped his thumb inside.

I greedily sucked on his thumb, swirling my tongue around and if possible he grew even more hard.

He suddenly removed it and started to walk away as I watched him in confusion. He went inside the closet and returned with his belt. Oh God, is he going to whip me again?

But he had something other in mind. "Lift your hands."

I did as he told me and lifted my hands up in the air and he looped that belt around my wrists, buckling it firmly so that I couldn't move them and then he placed my tied hands behind my back.

He looked satisfied and he pulled down his sweatpants, freeing his cock, I almost drooled on seeing it. He pressed down on my lip. "Open wider."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he removed his thumb from my mouth and fisted the hair at the back of my neck and slowly guided my mouth to his cock.

The moment my mouth engulfed him, he let out a sexy groan which made me even wetter.

He slowly fucked my mouth, groaning and moaning in between as I couldn't remove my eyes from him for one second. I did my best to lick and suck him as well as I could.

Gradually he picked up a fast pace, brutally fucking my mouth as if it was my pussy and my eyes watered as tears ran down my cheeks, drool running down my chin.

I moaned around his cock, dying with the need to touch him and also to relieve myself, my thighs clenching.

"Fuck." He grunted. "You look pretty like this, looking like a slut, greedy for my cock."

He pulled out for a second to let me breathe and I whimpered and he trusted inside once more, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.

It continued for a couple more minutes before I felt him twitch and his movements turned jerky and he threw back his head, groaning and whimpering as he came down my throat.

He breathed heavily as he pulled out and ran his thumb over my lips. "Don't you dare spill a single drop."

I opened my mouth to show him that I did in fact swallow everything and he rewarded me with a "Good girl."

I shuddered in response and bending down, he picked me up in his arms and laid me back on the bed and tucked himself inside.

I wanted to touch him so badly so I presented him with my tied hands. "Please?"

"Do you want me to untie you, bella?"

"Yes, I want to touch you, Marcelo." I pleaded.

He smirked. "Too bad I am not in the mood of untying you right now."

"Please." I pouted, on the verge of crying.

His eyes were gleaming wickedly and he simply shook his head and grabbing my wrists, buckled them to the headboard instead.

"Fuck me, please." I whimpered. "At least do that."

"Oh, I will. First I need to see how wet you are." His hand slipped in between my thighs and he groaned on finding me extremely wet, his fingers teasing my folds and circling over my clit.

My hips bucked desperately and I moaned loudly. "Marcelo."

"That's right." He cupped me firmly, his other hand fondling my breasts. "The only name you will be moaning is mine."

"Yes, please." Tears streamed down my eyes and leaning down, he licked them away as he thrust two fingers inside of me.

Then I heard some voices coming from outside the room. My eyes snapped to the door. Shit. Cyrus and Silvio are there outside.

There was a harsh slap to my thigh. "Eyes on me, Orla." He added another finger and I felt so full.

"Marcelo...they..." My sentence ended with a loud moan as he curled his fingers inside of me.

His hand left my breasts and wrapped around my throat. "Shh...be quiet. You don't want them to hear you being my little slut, do you?"

Moaning, I shook my head desperately.

Just then his phone rang and without removing his fingers from inside me, he reached for the nightstand where his phone was.

He mouthed "quiet" and much to my horror picked up the call.

I gasped softly, afraid that the person on the other end might hear me but at the same time I clenched around his fingers making him smirk.

He started to speak something in Italian over the call and god, hearing him talk like that was so hot, wetness trickled down my thighs.

He continued to talk casually as if I wasn't lying in front of him naked, his fingers picking up a fast pace, I was on the verge of an orgasm and this time I wasn't sure if I will be able to control my screams.

No matter how hard I tried, a moan slipped out of my mouth when he circled my clit with his thumb and he gave me a disapproved look.

I swear I tried but how was I supposed to not make any noises when he was making me feel so good, this time I moaned loudly.

The volume of his phone was loud enough to be heard by me and I heard the person on the other side switch to English. "Marcelo, are you...seriously...?"

"Bye, dad. Kinda busy." He hung up the call and threw the phone on the bed.

His dad? He was talking to his dad?!

"What the fuck?" I cursed, not able to believe what he just did.

"You are such a slut, you couldn't even be quiet for some time, hmm?" He looked so unpleased that I wanted to cry.

"Sorry." I whimpered.

He removed his fingers from inside me and cocked his head. "Should I even make you cum after you disobeyed me? I should leave you like this. Tied. Looking like a slut, desperate to cum."

"Please," I begged. "I am sorry."

He was about to say something but a sharp knock sounded on the door. Fuck.

"Yes?" Marcelo called out casually.

"We have to go back home, just wake up already." It was Cyrus.

"Will be out in a minute." He replied back and then we heard the retreating footsteps.

He glanced back at me and leaning forward, he unbuckled my wrists. "You have thirty seconds. Come as quickly as possible."

Then he dipped his head in between my thighs, thrusting his tongue inside.

My hands gripped his hair as I started to ride his face.

He gave me thirty seconds but it didn't even take me that long. The moment he sucked on my clit, I came so hard that I had to bite the back of my palm to muffle my screams.

My thighs shook as he licked me through the orgasm. I could only gasp in response.

I laid in a boneless heap as he finally lifted his head and stared at me with an unknown emotion.

The lust had vanished and a certain softness replaced it and in a very loving gesture, he caressed my cheek with his thumb for a couple of seconds and then without a word, he got up and went inside the bathroom.

Chapter completion on: 4/3/23
Published on: 14/3/23