MARCELO

The sound of her whimpers, the sight of her reddened ass, the feel of her pussy and her taste were etched deep inside me, the memory playing over and over again.

I just meant to teach her a lesson, I didn't have to ask her to remove her panties, and I didn't need to touch her pussy and definitely not taste it because even after a week, I can still feel and taste her which is maddening.

I definitely shouldn't have told her to leave immediately which I regretted and I tried making it up to her by treating her ass. I should have done that immediately had I not been busy being an asshole. After an intense act like that, one requires aftercare which is necessary.

But the way she was willing to take her punishment fucking turned me on. I thought she might use her safe word after a few hits but she surprised me and wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her.

Fuck. My cock grew hard as I stood under the shower and instead of turning the shower to cold like I have been doing for the past week, I wrapped my hand around my cock and gave it a hard tug, pleasure shooting through me.

This doesn't seem right. She is too young for me.

That reminder did nothing to turn me off.

Grunting, I placed my palm on the wall and, with the other, slowly jerked myself, loathing myself for doing this.

I imagined her kneeling on the floor, patiently waiting for my instructions like a good girl. I jerked myself harder at that thought.

Whimpers escaped my mouth as I kept fucking my fist until I was close to coming. With one final harsh tug, I came all over the wall, my cum washing away with the water, sighing I placed my forehead on the wall, turning the shower to the coldest.

Once I was calmed down, I got dressed up in casual clothes and walked out of my room coming face to face with Silvio.

"Trovato qualcosa." He told me, not to waste any time.

Fuck. It's like I forgot why exactly Orla was here in the first place. Alliance. RX. Common enemy. And here I was jerking myself to her thought.

He handed me his phone with all the information relating to the number Abbot gave us. After so many days, Silvio finally managed to track it down to a man named Sean Marick who looked to be in his thirties, the pair of steel-rimmed spectacles giving him a mature look.

Before I could read further about him, we both heard a loud moan.

Our heads snapped to the door opposite mine. Orla's.

Then I heard her voice, "Just a little more, Lili."

It wasn't Orla who moaned but Lilith. Silvio's eyes narrowed at the closed door as Lilith whimpered, "I can't."

What the fuck is going on in there?

Are they having...sex?

I swear I have never felt jealous of a woman but at that moment, I was jealous of Lilith and whatever the fuck they were doing in there.

"Yes, yes, that's right," Orla said in a soft voice.

"Oh, God." Lilith breathed heavily.

Silvio's shoulders were tensed as he glared at the door and he didn't think twice and slammed open the door with a force that almost broke down the door and he barged in.

I followed him, afraid of what I was going to find inside.

We both paused when we saw Lilith on a position of handstand against the wall with Orla standing right in front of her, their heads were turned in our direction in surprise.

Lilith lost her balance and fell down, thankfully not on her face. "Um...Orla was teaching me some yoga poses." She clarified, a blush crawling up her neck. "Is there something wrong?"

Her question was directed at me yet Silvio was the one to walk to her and grab her arm, he pulled her to her feet and then dragged her away from there.

"Is there no privacy in this house?" Orla complained to herself and avoided eye contact with me as she proceeded to pick up her phone and casually scroll through it.

"Why aren't you training today?" I questioned.

"Calius wasn't there so I came back."

"You could have told me that."

At that, her head snapped to me. "Sorry, but you were on a mission to avoid me, how was I supposed to know?" The sarcasm in her tone made me want to whip her again.

"Watch your tone", I warned. "Don't act like you weren't avoiding me either."

"Well, what was I supposed to do after you unleashed your sadism on me?"

My jaw ticked. "That's one."

Her eyes widened and her tone softened. "You are not going to do that again, right?"

My lips twisted into a smirk. "You can always find out." I stalked closer to her and gripped her jaw in between my fingers. "The thought of another punishment turns you on, doesn't it, bella? Tell me..." My voice turned lower as I stroked her jaw. "...if I push my fingers inside your panties would I find them wet?"

I fucking loved how easily her skin turned red giving away her embarrassment. "I...I..." She stammered, lost for words.

Then she regained her confidence and stared me straight into my eyes. "First of all, I wasn't turned on by your punishment."

"Your dripping cunt said otherwise."

She took a sharp inhale. "You can't say all that. That's inappropriate."

"Does it look like I care?"

She rolled her eyes. "I am not going to argue with you unnecessarily. Now back to the second thing I was going to say, where are my panties that you took that day?"

"They are still with me as a reminder of how eager you were to get your ass whipped," I whispered huskily, my eyes flickering to her lips.

Another sharp intake of breath and she averted her eyes and muttered underneath her breath, "God, he is crazy."

That caused me to let out a chuckle and her head snapped to me. "You can laugh."

"Am I not supposed to?"

"No but..." Her eyes were filled with surprise along with something else I couldn't comprehend.

When she continued looking at me so intensely, my smile faded away. "Is there something wrong?"

She shook her head and smiled softly. "Can you laugh again? It was beautiful."

Now I was the one hit with a strong, foreign emotion. No one has ever been so fascinated by the sound of my laughter and no one ever told me that it was beautiful.

I stared at her for a long moment, unable to decipher what exactly I was feeling.

"Come on, it's not that hard. Tell me what makes you laugh."

"Why do you want to hear me laugh?"

"I told you it was beautiful."

"There are other people in the house, you can hear them laugh too, why me?"

"I will say this again, yours was beautiful."

I cocked a brow. "And theirs isn't?"

She blushed and shrugged her shoulders. "Nevermind. You can leave now."

I flicked her forehead playfully. "Don't tell me what to do, little spitfire."

"Ugh, don't call me that." She pouted angrily.

A small smile touched my lips at her reaction. Adorable. That's all I could think of. She is adorable when she is not trying to defy me.

All these conflicting thoughts were too much for me so I changed the topic. "Tomorrow I am going to test your skills once again," I informed her.

"Okay." She muttered.

I turned around to leave when she called me. "Um...Marcelo?"

Fuck. I love the sound of my name when she says it in that cute accent of hers.

I walked back to her. "Yes?"

"Do you have a... girlfriend?"

Her question stunned me. Where did that come from?

"No," I answered nevertheless. "Do you really think I would have touched you like that if I had a girlfriend?"

"Maybe...?"

"I never had a girlfriend and if I did, I would never cheat on her."

She nodded, an appreciative look in her eyes. "So, that woman in the park, you weren't in a relationship with her ever?"

It hit me at that moment how I never thought of Ezlyn again. I brought Orla here hoping that she might distract me and she did such a good job at it that I never thought of Ezlyn.

"No." I stepped closer until her breasts brushed my chest. "Do you have a boyfriend, Orla?"

"No." Then she grinned. "But I have a husband."

What the actual fuck? A husband?

I scowled. "Husband?"

"Wait, I will show you his picture." She ran over to her bed to grab her phone and unlocking it, showed me her wallpaper which was of some Asian man.

My jaw clenched as I shot daggers at that unknown man and she watched me carefully. "You don't know him? He is quite famous and he is from South Korea."

South Korea...

Wait. He does look familiar.

I gave her a blank stare. "Please don't tell me he is from that band called BTS."

Her eyes literally sparkled. "Yes!"

I rolled my eyes. "Figured."

Was it weird that I was still feeling annoyed that she has his picture as her wallpaper?

"He is Kim Taehyung, his stage name is V and I just love him!"

"Not interested." I turned around and left.

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"...he will be leaving for his military training around December I guess and I am so sad. Jin is such a cutie pie and the most confident man I have ever seen. He calls himself WWH which is worldwide handsome." She chuckled loudly at that.

Cyrus and Silvio were looking at us with blank stares as Orla kept on talking about BTS continuously since the moment we sat down for dinner. Not for one second did her mouth shut up.

I am least interested in knowing who is going to start their military enlistment and who is not, I don't give a fuck. I have just listened to one or two songs of theirs and even though I liked them, I don't need to know their whole history.

Despite all that I didn't have the heart to tell her to shut up, so, I ate my dinner in silence while she talked and Cyrus and Silvio stared at us as if we grew two heads.

Ten minutes later when she was still speaking, Silvio's control finally snapped and he shot me a glare. "Are you shutting her up or I do?"

"What ways of shutting up are we implying?" Cyrus wiggled his brows suggestively.

Orla scowled at Silvio, everyone ignoring Cyrus. "Are you saying that my talking is annoying?"

Silvio didn't even blink. "Yes."

Orla gasped loudly but before she could argue with him, I placed my palm over her thigh under the table and gave it a squeeze as I subtly shook my head at her.

Arguing with Silvio is the last thing she should do, he might not speak much but once instigated, he will try all he could to destroy that person.

Huffing, she simply got up and left, her food half eaten.

I swear I sometimes feel like I am babysitting everyone here.

"Doth my eyes deceive me or you were really listening to her talk rubbish?" Cyrus spoke dramatically.

My jaw tightened when that realisation sunk in. "Finish your food, Cyrus."

Chapter completion on: 1/3/23
Published on: 13/3/23