Three

Marc kissed Viona's lips passionately. Of course, she welcomed him wholeheartedly. The ten years of waiting seemed to have paid off thanks to the medicine given by Reana. Viona could release her longing for these ten years.

With great desire, Marc kissed the woman facing him. His body was heating up, making him even more impatient to release the lust that he had deliberately suppressed for the past few minutes on the woman he loved.

"Cassandra ...."

Marc was going crazy. Cassandra was the only thing on his mind at the moment. He was completely unaware that it was all just his hallucination. He began to taste every inch of the female body in front of him, leaving reddish stains on her white skin.

Viona blinked her eyes. An uneasy feeling began to creep into her mind. Maybe to Marc, she was just a passing woman who had a temporary place in his heart. But she could only hold back her feelings of jealousy as other girls' names came out of Marc's lips.

Marc was the only one for Viona. And that scared her is what would happen if Marc left her after all they had been through tonight, after she'd given him her most precious possession.

It was no longer about when she would end her singlehood, no longer about when she would end her loneliness. More than that, she deserved to be loved and be the only woman in her man's heart.

"Marc, do you love me?" asked the woman under his confinement spoiling. "Are you going to marry me?"

"Cassandra, I love you. But we can't -"

Marc stopped his movement. He pulled back his hand that was playing with the beautiful woman's spongy pair.

It hit him again. Maybe he could do all the bad things with other women. But not with Cassandra. He would never touch his niece even if there was no other woman in the world. He couldn't hurt her.

"No! We can't do this, Sandra!" he shouted suddenly.

Hearing that shout, Viona got up from her bed. "Cassandra? Sandra? Who is she?" she questioned. "I'm Viona, Marc. It's me, Viona. Look at me-"

Marc swatted Viona's hand away. He pulled his shirt back on and with what consciousness he had left, the man grabbed his jacket.

"Marc! Wait," Viona shouted. "You can't just leave me."

Viona's shout did not get any response from Marc. The man simply left the room.

"Damn it! They betrayed me," Marc growled. Heat ran through his body. Coupled with the scene that Viona had deliberately presented earlier, it inevitably made the blood of a normal man like Marc churn. The stronger he fought the desire, the more the heat spread in his veins.

It didn't take long for him to recognize the reaction that arose. Marc knew immediately that all of this was the work of his friends. They must be trying to reunite him with his former lover.

His body heated up even more when he got home. He immediately got out of the parked vehicle. Right now there was only one thing on his mind, shutting himself in his room. He must control himself so as not to hurt his niece. He didn't want to ruin Cassandra's future just because of his lust.

"Uncle Marc!" shouts Cassandra.

The sweet girl ran down the stairs to greet Marc. The pair of spongy things on her chest swayed braless. The white owner's cheerful face offered the warmth and comfort Marc had hoped for.

"Where did Uncle Marc come from? Why didn't you take me? Sandra hates eating dinner alone," said the busty girl while smacking her lips and making a sad face.

Marc ignored her, he just walked away from Sandra's sight. Sandra immediately realized something was wrong when she saw Marc's crimson face.

"Something happened, but what? Is he angry?" Bad thoughts swam in her mind. "Maybe... he's sick!"

Sandra ran back upstairs, following Marc's footsteps up the stairs to his room.

"Uncle, are you sick?" she squeaked.

"No, go away. Don't bother me."

"But your face is so red. You must be sick!"

"I'm fine. Go away!" Banish Marc for the second time.

"If you're fine, why are you avoiding me?" Not giving up, Cassandra urged Marc to tell her what really happened.

"Sandra! Go to bed! Now!" Marc shouted.

The girl's eyes rounded. Her face paled. The shout shocked Sandra. This is the first time she has seen Marc's anger. Since childhood, Marc has always spoiled Sandra, treating her sweetly. But just now, Marc looked terrible in her eyes.

"Uncle ... but," said Sandra.

Marc saw Sandra's pale face. He began to feel sorry. He shouldn't have yelled at her, he should have been able to hold back his passion. Sandra was innocent, how could he be angry at a sweet angel like her.

Marc approached the girl. He hugged her regretfully. "Sorry. I don't want to be disturbed. Leave me alone tonight."

"You has a fever," she whispered as their bodies touched.

The exotic skin owner couldn't help but get excited as his skin came into contact with Cassandra's soft, moist skin. Even the suppleness that had just been felt against his chest made his manhood stand out defiantly.

Marc stared at the girl like a hungry lion ready to devour its potential victim.

She boldly looked up at him. Without hesitation, her pair of clear eyes moved left and right with an innocent look on her face, while her palm was placed on Marc's forehead.

"I'll get the paracetamol first. Uncle Marc must lie down inside," the girl ordered after she was sure that Marc's body temperature was really hotter than it should be.

But before she had gone far, Marc turned around and went into his room. He did not want to make a mistake. His desire must not harm that innocent girl.

The sound of the door slamming shut startled Cassandra and she turned back toward the door. The girl panicked. She quickly went into her room which was right in front of Marc's room. She looked in the drawer where she usually kept her medicines for fever.

"Found it!"

Half cheering, she took a bottle of paracetamol capsules from her drawer and rushed to Marc's room. She turned the door knob of Marc's room. But unlike usual, the room was tightly closed, even locked!

"Uncle! Open the door. Sandra brought paracetamol for you!" She shouted from outside the room.

Marc tried desperately to restrain his desire. Sweat poured down his forehead. So far he had never felt tormented by his desire. He always easily vented it on the girls who approached him.

But that happened before he set foot on the land of Papua. His dead desire seemed to have come back to life since his arrival in this house. And all because of the girl standing right behind his bedroom door right now.

Marc stepped closer to the door. In just a few steps, he no longer needed to struggle with the desire that had been there all along. He didn't have to endure the pain in his head from fighting his lust right now.

"There's no way Cassandra will reject me. Isn't this exactly what she wants? Playing horses and then sleeping with me," Marc thought.

His head throbbed even more when his right hand managed to grab the doorknob and started turning it.