Malia's P.O.V.
"Come in."
He said with a hoarse voice, Mr. Marcus moved aside so I could go inside.
He's here the whole time?
On sh*t. Don't tell me he's the one who made those girls scream like that.
I glance at him. He doesn't look weird. His suit doesn't have any stains, even his jeans don't look like a mess. Hmm…
I want to ask him but I don't have the strength to.
He stretches his arms, gesturing for me to go inside his.
I felt like my eyes have been blessed because, with every move of his arms, his muscles are showing as well.
Oh Mr.Marcus, are you tempting me?
I took a deep breath before coming in. When I was finally inside, I thought that he'd go out but he didn't.
He stayed standing at the edge of the door. I can see him through the mirror in front of me.
"Er… Uhm… Do you need anything?"
He shook his head.
Then why are you still here?
Wait, why is he staring at me? Don't tell me he fell in love with me already.
Oh come on, that's too fast! But of course, I like it. I glance at him one more time, but his eyes aren't like those who'd like to get laid, nor showing any sign of flirting.
There's no desire but more of a testing eye. His eyes seemed like those who were analyzing something.
His eyes were directed at me. Then, is he analyzing me?
Do I look weird?
I immediately turned my gaze away when our eyes met.
Instead of thinking about him, I pull out the pressed powder that I bought last month. I've only used half of it because I rarely use this.
I focus on myself as I do my face…
As soon as I finished retouching, a knock on the door got my attention. But what shocked me is how Mr. Marcus pulled me into the last cubicle and locked the door.
"What he-!" He cuts me off by placing his hand on my mouth.
"Shh."
He stared at me and said, "Don't say a word if you don't want to be in the gossip magazine tomorrow."
I easily understood what he meant. He's a business tycoon and it wouldn't be nice to see him with some girl in the bathroom- but didn't he do it with those girls earlier?
Nevertheless, I nodded my head.
"I thought it was locked?" One of the girls who entered said.
"I swear! I tried opening it and the knob's not twisting."
From the shadow below the cubicle, I think they're in front of the mirror.
Thank god that there's a cubicle here, I don't want to be bullied online because of Mr. Marcus.
My eyes landed on him. I just realized that his hand was still in my mouth. When our eyes met, my brows automatically met when the way he stared at me changed.
I reach for his hand and slowly remove it from my mouth. But he stays still.
What is he up to? I won't shout, I'm not dumb enough to do it.
But now that we're this close, I admit that he's handsome.
His eyes are locked on mine, but this time, It's slowly going down to the hand in my mouth.
As if he can see right through his hand.
I move a bit just enough to stay away from him but the wall behind me corners me.
A smile show's on his lip.
Can he stop that? It's giving me the creeps.
I rolled my eyes, if I continued to look at him my eyes would just hurt as well as my neck because he's too tall.
I felt relief when his hand on my mouth moved but his next move shocked me.
Using his other hand, he held my jaw right before he pushed his two fingers into my mouth.
"What-"' I flinch when the people outside step closer to the cubicle we're in.
"Did you hear something?"
There's a long pause.
"No, what are you talking about?"
"I thought I heard something."
I was so scared that we'll be caught but this f*cker continues thrusting his fingers in and out.
Sh*t. The thought of having someone around gives me a weird feeling.
Mr. Marcus' fingers are going deeper with each thrust.
"Maybe I just misheard it."
I close my eyes but I still can feel his gaze on me.
After a few more thrusts, Mr. Marcus withdrew his hands.
Finally!
I took a couple of breaths to finally calm myself down.
I thought that Mr. Marcus was done with his naughty prank. his hand that he was to finger-fuck my mouth went to the slit of my dress. And before I knew it, he successfully pushed aside the panty I'm wearing.
I gasp as his fingers linger on my fold as if he's looking for a gem.
"Mr-" Before I could even say his name, his lips sealed mine.
His soft and big lips are moving against my lips. The torrid kiss he was giving me just made my knees weaker. An electric shock attacks my system when his cold finger enters my hole.
"Hmp!" Without a word, he thrusts his finger inside and out.
He did it repeatedly, and roughly.
"Hmm… " All I could do was moan in pleasure.
When my legs started to lose their strength, I searched for something I could hold.
Mr. Marcus offers his arm. I glare at him. I made sure that I grip his arm hard enough to avenge myself for this humiliation, but my inside just had butterflies when I felt his hard rock-muscled arm. Oh d*mn.
"Ah!" I bit my lower lip. His hand reached something.
Something that's making me lose my mind.
He didn't let me own my mouth, he searched for it and brushed his lips against it.
I was being delirious already. I didn't know that having a man's finger in my p*ssy would feel this good! Ah!
I tremble more when he inserts another finger into me.
"Ah!" My moan accidentally slipped between our kisses.
"D-did you hear that?" F*ck. I completely forget about those girls outside.
"Y-yeah!" Their voices sounded scared.
Silence filled the room before I heard the other girl's trembling voice. "Do you think it's a ghost?"
Mr. Marcus suddenly thrust his fingers faster.
"Hah!" F*ck! I couldn't stop myself from moaning!
A few seconds later, the two girls scream while running out of the powder room, but I am too high to care about them anymore.
It was just the time that Mr. Marcus stopped kissing me.
But his hands are still doing what they wanted inside me.
"Ah! Mr. Marcus!" I screamed when he inserted another finger.
"You're f*cking tight." He groans.
Of course, I am! I'm still a virgin!
I may be h*rny at all times but no one popped my cherry yet!
That's why I don't even understand why I'm letting him do what he wants in my p*ssy!
"S-stop…" I pleaded. But it sounded sexual instead of a command.
Again, Mr. Marcus chuckles.
"Ah!" His hand grabs my whole p*ssy, stimulating every nook down there. With every thrust from his finger, his palm moves, causing me to lose my mind in pleasure.
"F*ck. This p*ssy's too wet." He whispered in my ear.
His voice sounded familiar. I felt like I'd heard it before. Even his scent feels familiar- Ah!
My mouth gaped open as I felt the familiar sensation building inside me.
Oh d*mn!
"Call my name."
"M-Mr.Marcus!"
He growls, "No. Call me Calli-"
"Ah! I am… I'm- More!" I just need a little more!
Wait, what is he saying again?
But I wasn't able to ask as the sensation is dominating my body.
I grip his arm to get support.
"M-more…" I pleaded. Just a few more-
A loud bang from outside shook the hell out of me.