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The Don's Obsession 60
That day, I made a deliberate effort to keep my distance from Marco. If he was at the beach, I found reasons to leave. If he was indoors, I ventured out. As the sun gradually descended, its golden rays dancing on the horizon, I silently decided to indulge in a peaceful swim at the enchanting seaside. The water beckoned me with its pristine clarity, and the powdery sands invited my bare feet, offering solace in their gentle caress.As I prepared for my impromptu swim, doubts arose about whether I had brought a swimsuit. After all, packing had not been my responsibility. It hadn't even factored into my plans!But fate would have it that I stumbled upon a vibrant red two-piece swimsuit, tucked away amongst the clothing. Hastily, I slipped into the exquisite creation within the confines of the bathroom. It was apparent that the person responsible for selecting my wardrobe possessed impeccable taste. The swimsuit embraced my figure flawlessly, enhancing my confidence.To shield myself from
The Don's Obsession 61
In the presence of Marco's mother, I couldn't dismiss her behavior as mere falsehood. Her actions exuded genuineness and a sincere concern for my well-being. However, Marco's father remained an enigma—just like father, like son.Suddenly, a sense of shame washed over me. They were aware of my identity and the pain my mother had inflicted upon their family, yet here I stood, oblivious to it all, as if seamlessly assimilated into their lives.The familiar anguish in my chest resurfaced, weighing heavily on my heart once again."Maddie, there are no words to resurrect your mother or erase the loss she represents. I cannot undo the pain caused, and my apologies can't alter the harsh reality. However, I want you to understand this—I deeply regret any hurt I may have caused you, but I won't apologize for her death."Marco's hand gently brushed against my arm, evoking a soft gasp from my lips. Though his touch was subtle, my body reacted, generating a warmth that enveloped me."Ahh..."I cou
The Don's Obsession 62
Marco continued thrusting his cock inside me while facing the opposite direction. Both of us moaned passionately, and I climaxed again, and it was a powerful one. That was the "passion propeller" or "helicopter" position. I had researched such positions out of curiosity, never expecting that Marco and I would try it now."You thought I wouldn't know, Maddie?" he asked, touching himself and waiting for me to adjust.I got on my hands and knees, just as Marco wanted. What were we going to do? Doggy style?Marco touched my front while I faced him, and he even grazed my butthole, making me flinch. My head was resting on my hands while I was on all fours, waiting for Marco's next move."That you were searching for different s*x positions?" He inserted a finger into my butthole, and I was so surprised that I immediately screamed his name."M-Marco!" I shouted, unable to believe what he was doing."What a tight butthole. I think we'll need lube and a condom for that," Marco remarked, leaving
The Don's Obsession 63
I gently smiled, cherishing Marco's openness and sincerity towards me. His unique display of emotions exclusively for me reassured me that his feelings were authentic. But doubts flickered within me—why the sudden change in his stance?As a hush hung in the air, Marco broke the silence, his voice breaking through."Stop taking the pills. I want to give you a baby," he said, determination coloring his words.The sheer audacity of his statement left me incredulous. It hadn't been too long ago when he expressed reluctance towards parenthood. What prompted this unexpected reversal? My mind raced, grasping for understanding."What prompted this change of heart? Why the sudden desire to have a child?" I inquired, seeking an understanding."Maddie, I'd rather create a family with you than risk losing you or watching you grow distant," he revealed earnestly, his eyes locked with mine. "Ensuring your safety and the well-being of our child is my priority. I'll make sure to allocate ample time s
The Don's Obsession 64
We stayed in that position for a few moments, quietly holding each other, our hearts beating in perfect synchrony. Eventually, I pulled away from the embrace and locked eyes with Marco, curiosity burning within me."Marco, can you please tell me the story of how we first met? How did you come to know me?" I asked, hoping he would share a memory that had eluded me.Marco hesitated, having previously been reluctant to disclose this tale, wanting me to remember it on my own. Uncertain if I could ever recall it completely, I pleaded, "I genuinely want to know, Marco. I can't remember our initial meeting." My fingers traced towards his v-line, stopping at the tattoo that read '2-29.'I gingerly touched his tattoo, yearning for an explanation, a key to unlock memories. "What does '2-29' signify?" I asked, hoping it held a clue to our shared past.Marco hesitated before responding, leaving me thinking he was avoiding the topic. Yet, to my surprise, he finally broke his silence."2-29, Februa
The Don's Obsession 65
"Who are we waiting for here, Marco?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Despite having resolved our issues, Marco and I had decided to extend our stay on the island for a few extra days, relishing in its tranquility before returning to the bustling city. With Saturday upon us and no work commitments, we discussed the possibility of heading back to New York tomorrow night.But earlier, Marco received a call that prompted him to arrange four rooms in our island house. Yet, he had remained tight-lipped about the visitors' identity, leaving me intrigued and eager for their arrival."Here they are," Marco calmly stated, his gaze lifted towards the sky. I followed his line of sight and spotted two helicopters approaching.A smile spread across my face, anticipation building as I eagerly awaited the passengers' identities. While Marco typically maintained a cool demeanor, never one to outwardly display his emotions, I found it delightful whenever his expressive side surfaced, even if it was rese
The Don's Obsession Prologue
Everyone felt tense as the upcoming wedding approached. Inside her car, the bride, Maddie, contemplated her circumstances with a heavy sigh. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a stranger to her. In fact, they hadn't even met in person yet. This marriage had been arranged by her father, leaving Maddie without any say or choice in the matter.Suddenly, a knock on her car window startled her, drawing her attention. Opening the window, Maddie was met by her younger sister, Violet, who wore a forced smile tinged with sadness. Violet took a seat next to Maddie, offering her warm support by holding her hand. As their hands touched, Maddie's cold palms revealed her nervousness."The wedding is about to start," Violet softly stated, concern evident in her voice. "Are you ready?" she asked, knowing that this was a pivotal moment in Maddie's life.Maddie managed a weary smile, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "No, Violet, I'm not ready, but I know I have no choice, do I? This i
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[MADISON ROSE]It has been a month since my husband abandoned me immediately after our first night together, leaving without a word after taking my virginity. His absence remains unexplained and he has yet to return.I found myself gazing at the tea cup resting on the table, my sighs filled with a heavy weight of disappointment and grief.Presently, I reside in my father's house. Initially, I attempted to stay in our shared home with Marco for the initial three days, but the lack of company aside from guards and household staff compelled me to return to my father's place.The memory of my father's intense fury upon learning about the events of our first night still remains vivid. He expressed his belief that I was not deserving of being a wife, resulting in Marco leaving me. I chose to accept his hurtful words, as I had grown accustomed to receiving such harsh treatment from my father throughout my childhood."Maddie, is there anything you need? Perhaps you're feeling hungry," our hou
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