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Again, this chapter has nothing to do with the main story; consider it a parallel universe; it is an extra, hence free.
Quick disclaimer this chapter bears a dubious consent trigger warning.
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Undercover_Ostritch (Ostrich Ostrich)
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"Cut, great take!"
The director yells.
They sound different from usual, but that could be the blood rushing in my ears.
Pulling my body up from the counter is hard, but the worst is meeting Marko’s hard cock tucked in his boxers, with my centre as I lift; thank heavens for the apron and nude panties to keep me from overexposing myself.
My rectification of the apron, to keep his gaze from my chest, is quick, not like he hasn’t seen them before, but since the trailer, our scenes together feel different.
“Excuse me.”
I mutter quickly, with my head down, so I do not have to meet the silver of his gaze. Their intensity was one thing but wholly another when they stared down at me as his pelvis rocked into me to mimic the kitchen sex scene.
This is the first time in my life that I feel like prey to a beast.
Good God! I can feel my wetness even more seated.
“How many times?”
His question catches me off guard partly because he hasn’t moved an inch since my ‘excuse me’ but mostly because I know what he is asking, even without context.
‘How many times did I make you cum.’
My mouth feels dry, and my throat hoarse; if it were truly acting, I would not feel this way, and my moans would not have been that rough or raw, but more than that, I would not have orgasmed as he rubbed onto me.
How many times? I have no idea, but my first occurred when he pinned me to the door with my back to him.
I am not this unprofessional, but his mouth on my panties kept playing mercilessly on repeat in my mind. Acting the ‘flight back scene’ was terrifying; I had forgotten how silver his gaze was, how intense they were, how he smelled, how he felt, how big his body was, and how hard he felt to press against.
His hands fly to my hair, tugging the length harshly so that I have no choice but to meet his gaze.
“I asked you a question, Alba. How many times?”
The silver of his eyes maintains their darkness as the flesh between his hips grind into me.
A sharp inhale leaves my lips before every siren in my being blares to life.
Is he aware of where we are?
Adding on to that, how can he hold me responsible for anything when he was the pervert? He was the one who came while watching me watch him.
Hold up…that didn’t come out right.
“Alba!”
Janine’s voice sounds from across the set, and instantly I push myself from his body, drag my ass over the island counter and hop off the other side.
Thank goodness for the nude panties I had on; it would have been painful to slide bare butt due to the friction...now it only stung because of his spanks.
A warm and fluffy gown covers my shoulder and prevents the crew from seeing more of my nudity.
“Gosh, you must have been freezing.”
Janine utters.
Freezing? Right, it’s two a.m., and the set is cold.
So, why am I on fire?
“The camera crew says you are done for the day. Is it okay if I head home? My cat sitter is sending me morbid texts.”
“Sure, but before then, is there anywhere I can get warm lemon water?”
“I can get that for you; I’ll bring it to your trailer.”
“Thanks, Janine.”
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My reflection in the dressing mirror looks wild. My lips are plump, hair mussed, skin bruised, and eyes heated.
Peeling off every garment is easy; the cold doesn’t seem to get to me.
Still, the bruises on my body only seem to increase.
My neck, shoulders, ass…everything holds his mark.
Is this acting in the big leagues, or is he toying with me?
A knock sounds on the door of my trailer, so I grab my gown and wrap myself with it before busying myself on the make-up table.
“That was fast; you can enter, Janine, thanks; just place it on the-”
My words halt in my throat; the reflection in the mirror is not Janine’s.
"Y-you shouldn't be in here."
I utter as I stand from the dresser to gaze at the bear-like man behind me as if the mirror is faulty.
He doesn’t say anything, merely places the lemon water in hand on the stand near the trailer’s door and turns the door’s lock.
"Why…why are you locking that?"
“Why do you think?”
I swallow dryly.
“Marko, I-” “Take it off.” He utters. "No." "Oh, you prefer I f*ck you with it on?" A breath escapes me. "What? No, no…you won't be f*cking me, with or without it." "So…you only used me in the scene to masturbate; hardly fair?" "That's-I didn't! Y-you used my panties to-" Why is he coming near me? “Ah, not only did you use me to m*sturbate, but you also watched me in my trailer.” “You are twisting…what happened.” Why does every word out of my mouth sound like an excuse? And when in the hell did he back me into my dressing table? “Wait, I-” His hands work to open my robe’s sash, but I turn away from him before he can peer through my naked flesh. A mistake, I realise all too soon when I am met with our reflections in the mirror. His hand slides to my neck while the other slides the robe off me, all while his gaze in the mirror holds me hostage. “Spread your legs.” I comply. Something must be wrong with me that I can willingly offer myself to someone I have barely talk
The light shining through the large window is blinding; Christ, who the hell asked Rhett to change the home’s decor? The throb of my abdomen and neck is quick to remind me of where I am. God, everything hurts. A figure next to me stirs; it takes a minute to realise how tightly Marko has wrapped his arms around me, as if terrified I would leave him in his sleep. Truthfully, I want to. But we need to talk. Seriously, I want to try having sex without passing out. Is my stamina the issue? Jeez, what kind of a wolf has bad stamina? Then again, Marko could be the issue. Again, my gaze is transfixed on his calm, beautiful face, I want to bury my fingers in his hair, but I do not wish to stir him, not when he has been having sleeping issues. I could stare at him for all of eternity; then again, we do have each other’s eternity, permanently now. He cannot love another, nor can I. It is greedy of me, but I like it. My mate. Mine. I want to dwell in the softness of these feelings, but
The halls of the palace are different, no, the same, but my height is different. "Have you considered my words, your majesty?" Your majesty? Elder Brenda utters from beside me. "I...am still on the fence." My voice is deep; I sound like, Marko. A reflection from one of the vases in the hallway confirms this. "Well, permit me to clarify, Elder Clint will do everything in his power to have Magnolia as queen; that might mean endangering Alba's life or tarnishing her name. They are not a family you want to piss off. You are better off listening to his advice." What advice? “She isn’t someone I want to lose, and I- may have let her down too much to suggest her to have any secondary position in my life.” “If that is so, you might need to get rid of the Clint family, which might be a grand loss to the kingdom.” His hesitation fills me; Elder Brenda also seems to read this, for a warm smile fills her. "Well, whatever you decide, I am proud of you, your majesty. I never thought you'
"That's not fair, Alba." "‘That’s not fair’?” I repeat. “‘That’s not fair.’’ The sentence finds my lips again, but this time, it is coupled with a frail laugh. “‘That’s…not fair’? Marko, the man I love just tried to command me into doing his bidding. Do you know how it feels to have no control over your body, for every cell to be wholly under someone else’s command? How dare you speak of fairness to me?" Why can’t I keep myself through a conversation with him without yelling? "I don't want you to leave me! I don't-" He utters as a hand flies to his hair before a frustrated sigh escapes him. "Can we just talk civilly? The 'me' here has done nothing wrong!" As he finishes, he begins his approach to me. “Do not come near me.” He stills when I begin to walk backwards. “Alba-” “You have done nothing wrong? Marko, there are bars on the doors and windows! And if that’s not bad enough, you tried to command me to ‘stay put’!" "Okay, fine, I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that-" "Don'
Neither my body’s stretch against the warm sheets nor the sound of the coastal morning birds could relieve any tension bubbling in my stomach. I cannot believe he did not, at any point in the night, reach out to me. The bars are still on the windows; I can see their shadow against the curtain. The only thing that keeps me from giving in to my misery is the scent of bacon flooding my room. Perhaps he wishes to speak over breakfast? Then again, the Marko I know cannot cook. I do not bother with a shower, merely drape one of his robes over my body and rush to the dining room. A laugh nearly claims me at the sight that fills my eyes, but the bitterness within me would not permit anything to flow from my lips. The room was empty, but on the table sat a plate of breakfast essentials wrapped in a clingfilm that bore a note atop it. I don't...want to read it. I don’t want my heart to escape me at the meaning behind a simple yellow note. "Marko." I call, but no answer. Then again,
The rattling of heavy metal, the sound of wheels against tarmac beneath me and the sound of traffic flood my ears. The scent of dust and metal hangs poignantly in the air. My lids are heavy, my hands tied behind my back, and my legs are bound together at my ankle. The floor, or whatever my body is on, is cold. I am in motion, most definitely in the back of a truck, because each turn sways my body, and it is far too spacious for a typical car. ‘Kaisa?’ She doesn’t respond; I cannot even feel her presence anymore. I am in the bare minimum of garments, a baggy shirt and tights, no shoes, bra or panties, but I am grateful; it could have been much worse. “And you are sure no one saw you.” A familiar feminine voice asks. “For the third time, Maggie, no.” ‘Maggie?’ The man’s voice, it resembles the one from the beach. Damn, what did he hit me with? My neck feels stiff, but I cannot smell my blood, or any blood for that matter. "No, wait-" A whimper escapes the feminine voice,
The streetlights make him resemble an angel, for it gives him a sort of halo that strains my vision.His approach to me is quick, I do not even have the chance to reel away from him, not that I can anymore, I cannot feel my limbs.“Let’s go before the police come, my darling.”He utters as he stretches his hand towards me.I can’t reach it; I do not even wish to close my eyes for fear that everything will fade to black.Why can’t I sense Kaisa?A frown forms on his face at my lack of response to his gesture.“Those animals…they drugged my beloved.”He mutters as he lowers to one knee, and where I expect him to lift me, he only reaches for my cheeks, tugs my face to his and plants a forced kiss that I can neither fight nor reciprocate due to the muscle relaxers in the tranquiliser.I nearly hurl when his tongue slides inside my mouth; the repulsion is something I have never felt before, yet the nauseating sensation swirling within me continues to grow.Is it because of the bond that I
Marko. "Why?" He asked the question again, leaning against the musky metal bars; he knew the answer but asked it anyway. She didn't answer; he did not expect her to, hell even his question was rhetorical. The dungeons smelled like moss and stagnant water, but her blood from interrogations was the most pungent of scents. Everything was over for her; she had lost her honour and title now that she had been marked a national traitor, and while her father, Elder Clive, fled the country at the sight of the leaked CCTV footage of the accident, she had remained broken at the site. The marks on her body were not because she did not collaborate; she had spilt every treasonous secret, even the fact that her father was the one to orchestrate the temple car crash. The marks on her flesh were his frustrations; he would have killed her if it were not for Rhett. Hell, he would have killed her if he were not certain Alba was alive due to their bond. He could still do it now; there was none but