All Chapters of The Don's Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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

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

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

"What if I don't?" I continued to laugh, knowing that Marco didn't like that. He turned to face me, and I stopped laughing when I saw the serious expression on his face, like a storm was brewing."If you don't, I'm going to f**k you until you forget about the annulment, and the only thing on your mind is me inside you, and how I'll make you sore. How you'll scream and moan my name while you c*m on my c**k. I'll f**k you so hard, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."At first, I was surprised by what he said, but in the end, I smiled at him seductively.I approached his ear and whispered, "Go on, Marco. F**k me all you want until I forget that I ever wanted to leave you." I grabbed his crotch. I could feel his body tensing up, so I moved away.I bit my lip playfully before winking at him, relishing in the reaction that followed. Then, I sauntered away, unable to contain my laughter when I heard him groan.Spending time with Marco's cousins and their partners brought me immense joy. Inte

After bidding Marco farewell, our plans for dessert were abruptly halted when Penelope called him, notifying him of a 1:30 meeting. Wishing not to disrupt Marco's work, I hurriedly exchanged goodbyes.Seeking a moment to refresh, I retreated to the restroom. Renzo had already departed for the parking lot and planned to wait for me there. Fortunately, being in Marco's secure building instilled a sense of safety, even though I found myself alone.Candidly, I paid little attention to the door swinging open, assuming it was an unrecognizable individual passing through. However, a distinct voice penetrated the air, causing me to momentarily pause in my lipstick application."Madison Arellano, isn't it?" The woman I had encountered earlier addressed me, her voice embodying familiarity. Though I refrained from turning around immediately, instead, I observed her presence through the mirror's reflection.I anxiously awaited her next words, sensing an air of unease in her manner. The absence of