Chapter 52
But now he also understood why Alia had said those things. The frustration that had been weighing on him moments ago instantly fitted
As I was hesitating about what to do next, Marco came out of the study, a slight smile on his handsome face, leaving me utterly confed
He said, Alia, did you see the news this morning?”
I nodded.
He smiled, ‘Do you think the man in the photo is me?”
I countered, ‘Isn’t it you?”
Marco walked over to me, assertively pulling me into his arms. “Do you remember the troublesome little sister I mentioned to you?
Of course, I remembered. I also recalled the restrained expression on Marco’s face when he talked about that troublesome sister. It seemed he had been quite frustrated by her.
At this realization, it suddenly clicked for me. “Are you saying that celebrity named Salina is your sister?”
“Salina is her stage name. Her real name is Sabrina Vittorio.” Marco’s lips curved slightly, a smile in his eyes. “So, can I take it that you throwing a tantrum with me today means you’re actually jealous?”
I: “…”
I felt utterly embarrassed. I had caused such a fuss with Marco without getting the facts straight. This was far from the standard of a good wife.
Marco let out a low, deep chuckle. “So, are you still mad at me?”
I didn’t say anything, just nestled obediently in his arms, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat. Cautiously, I reached out to wrap my arms around his lean waist.
Marco lowered his head, pinching my chin with his hand to make me look up slightly. “Answer me.”
His warm breath brushed against my face, and my delicate cheeks couldn’t help but flush again. I softly said, “I’m not mad.”
“Hmm?” Marco smirked mischievously. “If you’re not mad, then prove it to me.”
I felt the tie of my bathrobe loosen suddenly. The next second, the only barrier between Marco and me came undone, and I was completely naked in his embrace.
“Hiss-
I gasped, reaching out to grip Marco’s already rock–hard, purple shaft.
‘Alia…
Marco breathed heavily, brushing my hair aside and roughly pressing me down between his legs.
The purplish–red shaft instantly pressed against my tender face.
Marco closed his eyes in pleasure, his command simple: “Lick it for me.”
Though the shaft had been washed clean in the bathroom earlier, the tip was now leaking with his precum. I carefully wiped it clean before slowly taking it into my mouth.
Marco’s shaft was large, and even with my best efforts, I could only take in a small portion.
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But Marco didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. Ilis right hand pressed down on my hair while his left hand guided his shh, thrusting said ni
throat.
A wave of nausea surged up, and I wanted to spit it out, but Marco’s shaft blocked everything tightly.
I felt like biting this thing off!
I rolled my eyes and looked up, glaring at Marco with resentment.
Unexpectedly, my reaction only fueled Marco’s desire to dominate.
He released my head briefly, only to thrust his shaft deep inside again.
A few minutes later, as I gagged and my throat tightened, Marco released fully into my mouth.
“Cough, cough…”
I coughed violently, managing to spit out only half of it. The rest dripped down the corner of my mouth.
Angrily, I stared at Marco with the half I had spit into my palm. “Can you save my dad now?”
Marco looked at my defiant, seductive side with excitement. Even after releasing, his shaft remained erect. I glanced at the time, feeling a shiver of fear, and said, “Handle the rest yourself. I’m going to take a shower!”
Marco lounged on the bed leisurely. “Then I’ll wait for you in bed.”
My body trembled. Gritting my teeth, I walked step by step toward the bathroom.
My heart raced in panic. “When this man gets aroused, it’s like he doesn’t care about anything else…”
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