Under his Mask: A Taboo Game

Chapter 5: Persuasive (R18)

Marcus's Pov

I am already at the target's house so I should do what I need.

I then glance at the woman in my arms, I couldn't help but smile.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

I asked my voice oozing with warmth and worry.

"Hey"

There was a hint of indulgence the way I called her.

Despite that this woman didn't even bother to lift her head from my chest and just nodded.

I didn't bother saying anything and just enter her room.

The driver urge me to let her go after putting her in bed.

I just nodded I put her down but then this woman wasn't done yet. He grab my jacket pulling me closer.

With an inch closer to her I could feel her breath.

"You smell like champagne"

I said honestly before pulling away.

I moved to gain some distance but then her grip didn't change.

'Hmmm?'

Her eyes found mine. Those eyes — the ones that had been tracking me all night.

"Join me here"

I couldn't help but raise my brow.

Here she is again tempting me with every chance she got. I didn't object, I lay beside her not denying any of her whims.

"You're quiet, Marcus." She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Most men try to make a move or impress me with stories."

I smiled, sheepish. 

I scratch my cheek while trying to bury my face at the pillow.

"Not much to tell. I since I'm just a frequent visitor of bookstores. Then go home. Read."

It wasn't really a lie she could ask and everyone will tell her what kind of person I am.

Natalie just gaze at my face hidden yet a blush could be seen.

A deep satisfaction welled in her heart. She playful caressed my earlobes, sensing her touch I immediately shivered.

"A bookstore," she repeated with a giggle, as if tasting the word. "How… quaint."

I didn't say anything just but I could feel it.

Those warm fingers traveling until Natalie's hand found my knee.

Then she went up to my thigh.

I couldn't help but gulp but didn't stop her.

I could feel the impatient at every skin she tried prying, tugging at my shirt, her mouth hot and impatient against my neck. 

I snapped from my previous position facing her directly.

"Wait," I breathed, gently catching her wrists. "You're drunk, Natalie. Maybe we should—"

"Don't." Her eyes flashed, the eagerness was more than the last time I denied her. "Don't you dare be a gentleman right now."

She kissed me again, harder this time. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting of champagne and something sweeter. My hands found her waist, then her hips, guiding her onto my lap.

I sat her body resting onto me, removing every piece of clothing she have.

She broke the kiss, panting. "How long are you going to undress me?."

I jolted and spoke with a voice filled grievances.

"Im sorry I never done this so... I'm..."

She pause for a brief second. Then laughed, low and rough. Her hands tightened around my neck. "Allow me."

With a click I could sense a spell being cast and within a second she is completely naked.

'There is a spell for stripping?'

I was momentarily taken a back before noticing my shirt was already gone.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she murmured, straddling me. Her dress had gone, exposing the pale skin of her thighs. "Someone real. Someone not trying to get something from me."

Fuck.

I swallowed hard my gentle persona can't crumble now. "You don't know what I want."

"I know you're different." She pulled me closer making me smell her unique scent. "I can tell."

Her breasts weren't that small, perfect, tipped with nipples that had already hardened in the cool air. I reached up, my thumb brushing across one of them. She gasped, her back arching.

I couldn't help but smile.

'I like that reaction'

"Lie back," I said.

She obeyed, sinking into the pillows. Her hair fanned out around her, a halo of carefully maintained blonde. I moved over her, my mouth finding her collarbone, then the hollow of her throat. She smelled expensive — jasmine and something floral, the scent of of champagne had long been gone.

My hand slid down her stomach, past her navel, to the part where I know she wanted me the most. She lifted her hips, helping me see how badly she wanted me.

"Please," she whispered.

I kissed her hand and slowly I lowered my head.

I could feel her breath hitched I couldn't help but teased her, "Ticklish?"

She couldn't answer as I kissed her thighs, I could her tremble but it wasn't enough I want more.

The first touch of my tongue made her cry out, a sharp, surprised sound that dissolved into a moan. She tasted clean, slightly tart, which I found funny. I moved my tongue deeper, circling into places I know she want me to. Every jolt I could feel from her means she is feeling better, so I went even deeper more deliberate, her body responding to every stroke. I worked her slowly, drawing out each movement. Her thighs tightened around my ears.

"Don't stop," she breathed. "Don't stop."

I didn't.

Her hips began to move, grinding against my mouth in a rhythm that grew faster, more desperate. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. The sounds she made filled the room, high, breathy, completely unguarded.

"I'm~ fuck~ I'm going to~"

Her body clenched, a shudder that traveled through her entire frame, I pulled her closer not letting her lose. She cried out, a long, broken sound, and then went limp against the sheets.

I lifted my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Then I gave her a face full of expectation and shyness.

She stared at the ceiling, chest heaving. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Books."

"The ones with pictures"

She laughed, genuinely this time. "I need water. Don't move."

She padded out of the room making me wonder if we actually locked the door. More importantly she just walked out naked perfectly unashamed. I watched her go, counting her steps. When I heard the kitchen faucet turn on, I moved.

I picked up my shirt from the ground and wore it.

Olive marked the library, it was two doors down. I already memorize the formation of the surveillance crystal I shouldn't be seen now.

I crossed the room in nine silent strides.

Finally I reach the door and entered.

Now where it is, there should be a compartment where he hid it.

I walked across the room scanning the area and pretending to touch the books when my eyes landed on a certain portrait.

"Oh"

My eyes landed on the frame, it was old darkened by age yet there was barely a speck of dust along its edges

"Well don't tell me the cleaners here are that good at leaning"

I put down the book I was holding and took another one.

I pretended to accidentally look at the painting and out of curiosity reach for it.

My fingers found the frame's edge, tested it. 

"There are multiple seals and a mechanism attached to the frame.

As I run my fingers to it I push a button right beneath the edges. The painting swung open on hidden hinges, revealing a wall safe. Digital keypad. Four digits.

That easy?

I couldn't help but sigh not understanding the lack of security.

I was analyzing the safe for hidden when..

"Marcus?"

Her voice came, from the hallway.

I pushed the painting back into place, my heart slamming against my ribs. 

My excitement was pumping in but I immediately pulled in. Turned and smiled.

"In here."

I called putting the book back from the shelve.

She appeared in the doorway, holding two glasses of water. Her naked body was silhouetted against the hall light. "What are you doing in the library?"

"Looking for a book." I gestured at the shelves, hoping my voice sounded casual. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd read."

I sat and put the book I just took.

Natalie studied me for a long moment, I immediately look away looking red and embarrassed. My reaction made her smile then she set the glasses down on a side table and walked toward me, her hips swaying.

"I have a better idea."

She took my hand I could only chuckle and stand up.

"What now miss princess?"

She didn't answer me instead her hands found my belt buckle. She worked it open with practiced ease, her eyes never leaving mine. My trousers dropped to my ankles. Her fingers wrapped around me, warm and sure.

How many times as she done this to be this good.

"You're hard," she observed. "That didn't take long."

"You're very persuasive."