Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

230 230. Mr. William treats me as his daughter



“When did you do all this?” Markus asked, genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.

“Just now.” Kizy said before holding Markus’s hand and walking towards the centre of the area in front of the mall.

A beautiful round table was set in the middle with four more round tables around it.

All of them were beautifully decorated in pearly white covers, with dimly lit aesthetic table lanterns surrounded by flowers in the shades of pink, purple, blue while greyish dishes were served with various flavorful dishes presented neatly.

The dishes were surrounded by rose petals while hanging lanterns in black color were present around, lit with candles.

Mr. William, head of Gazebo restaurant was seen standing near the centre table, a polite smile pasted on his face.

“Mr. William? I wasn’t expecting this!” Markus said, his voice surprised.

“Glad that I made you surprised then, Mr. Markus.” Mr. William said and laughed a little.

“Thank you so much!!” Kizy said as both she and Markus stopped beside Mr. William.

“Anything for you both.” Mr. William said.

“Have dinner with us.” Kizy asked with a smile.

“No no. You young people can have dinner by yourselves. I will take my leave now. And most importantly – Wish you both a very happy marriage anniversary. May god bless you with loads of happiness and success!” Mr. William said before exchanging some more greetings and going away.

“All of you must be tired. I know your boss wouldn’t even have let you sit for a minute. So have dinner with us.” Kizy said, making all the hungry men look at her with another level of respect.

“Thank you lady boss!!!” All of them said in unison and sat on the corner tables after Markus and Kizy sat.

“How did you manage to contact Mr. William this late? He usually never picks any call after 11. Not to mention serving someone this late!!” Markus asked curiously, while having his dinner.

“I have my ways.” Kizy said smugly.

“Just spill the beans.” Markus said.

“I grew closer to Mr. William while I stayed in his hotel for twenty days. We would chat occasionally and he treated me as his daughter. I even made him lunch when he had lost his appetite, and somehow he liked my dishes. Since then he treated me even more like that of a loving father.” Kizy said while Markus nodded, knowing how fond Mr. William was for daughters.

The duo talked about random topics while dragging Joel as well as Markus’s men in their conversation as well.

By the time they were done with dinner, Kizy had somehow forgotten about the entire promise thing, and Markus breathed a sigh of relief knowing that.

As soon as they were inside the car, Markus pressed for the barrier between them and driver and pulled Kizy on his lap in a way that Kizy was straddling him, and immediately went for a steamy hot kiss.

Kizy, who was taken aback by the sudden passion, was frozen for a moment before joining in, returning the kiss with no less passion. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

Markus nibbled and sucked her lower lips, before going downwards, kissing her jawline, perfectly chiselled chin while his hot breath was fanning her face.

And Kizy who was trying to control her voice was going insane by the sweet torture Markus was doing. His thin lips were doing magic to parts of her body that even she was unknown to.

And her moan drove him equally mad, his hands roaming all over her body, while his mouth started finding his way downwards.

He rested his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent before biting her, making Kizy moan even louder.

Her hands immediately went into his hairs, playing with the all too familiar locks.

Markus started smoothly opening her collar buttons, his speed unbelievable, but actions gentle while his mouth continued devouring her, an action that Kizy was loving more and more which could be seen through her moans.

As soon as her shoulder was exposed, his mouth left hers, attacking her milky white skin, grazing it with his teeth, marking it as his own as Kizy became a moaning mess.

And her moans were making it way more difficult for him to think properly. But he knew, once he stopped being rational, it would be all too much for Kizy to bear.

And Kizy who was completely lost in the world of ecstasy suddenly found herself being poked from beneath.

Not wanting any disturbance in their passion, she shifted a little, making Markus hiss from her sudden moment which was making him unable to control anymore.

“Don’t.. don’t move.” He said, his voice heavy and as he closed his eyes for a moment to relax.

But Kizy who was already way too lost to understand him felt even more uncomfortable as the thing beneath her was growing even more.

Thus she moved once again, only for Markus to groan from both pleasure and pain.

“Stop.” He said, his voice low but magnetic, and way too controlled, while he breathed in deeply.

“That thing is-” Kizy was complaining while trying to move away from the ‘thing’, but the next moment, Markus pushed her down, while climbing over her body, his eyes no less than that of a predator preying his prey, full of hunger and lust that were making Kizy feel hot all over.

He instantly attacked her mouth, his one hand on her bare neck, stroking her overly sensitive skin while the other hand went downwards, opening the remaining buttons of her shirt, all his self control and rationality thrown out of the window.

He deepened the kiss, making her feel heaven while his cold fingers grazed past her hot bare skin, making her shiver from the newly found sensations.

Just as he was about to thrust his tongue inside her sweet cavern, the vehicle stopped.

“Boss we have arrived.” Joel said in a barely audible voice, but it was more than enough to make Markus come back to his senses.

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Thank you for the gifts @Mommalutz. Have a great day everyone!!

– Kizy

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