Chapter 125 - 125. Milk Glass
Kizy was still trying to comprehend what he meant, when the hot sensation of glass made her gasp a little. She quickly passed the glass to other hand, while blowing on her first hand which had turned a little red from holding the hot glass.
She was still blowing on it when suddenly Markus encircled her waist from both the sides, before pulling her to him.
The glass in her other hand moved in the process, but luckily the milk remained in the glass.
“Remember not to spill it, little lamb.” Markus said, his voice a little low and husky.
And the next moment, he bent and started french kissing her.
Kizy, who had burnt one of her hands, while her other hand was holding the hot glass, didn’t understand what was happening exactly.
But Markus didn’t wait for her reaction. He kissed her deep and hard, making her forget everything.
If not for the boiling hot sensation she felt from the glass, she would have dropped the glass for sure.
Her tongue tried to fight him, trying to take control, but Markus didn’t plan to let her win. His kiss became even more aggressive, too much for Kizy to take.
And finally he won their battle. Kizy was no longer able to keep up with his pace and was lost in his heat.
Once Markus was done, he broke the kiss, giving Kizy a necessary breather. But Kizy was lost, so lost that she wasn’t even breathing properly.
“Breath little lamb.” Markus said, his voice raspy, doing magic to Kizy’s body, and she obliged.
Today Markus was giving her an entirely different feel. He was never this dominant with her, never being this aggressive in his stance ever.
But Kizy was liking it, she was liking this dominant side of Markus, which was visible through her moans, and the way her body was reacting to it.
Once she was breathing a little normally, Markus resumed his attack, kissing her deep.
He broke the kiss again, to let Kizy breathe. But instead of waiting for her, he started placing open mouth kisses on her jaw and neck.
And Kizy lost it. She dropped the glass of milk which she was holding, making a loud ‘CRACK!!’ noise.
Markus abruptly paused in his actions, not knowing what to do. He had only intended to intimidate her by asking her to hold the glass.
But he never planned what to do if she would actually spill it or drop it like she had done now.
He was still thinking, when Kizy’s hands encircled his neck, pulling him a little more towards her.
“Forget that.” She said and started kissing him back, no longer able to control herself.
Markus was stunned for a moment, his eyes contracting before he resumed the kiss, taking control of her body once again.
But this time he was truly turned on, Kizy was making him go crazy with her gasps and moans while he was doing magic to her body. Both of them didn’t understand how intensely they were affecting each other.
Markus once again started kissing her neck, but was obstructed due to her leather jacket, which wasn’t giving him much access to her neck.
His hands immediately left her waist and went to her jacket, opening her chain. Once he was done, he quickly removed the jacket and tossed it aside.
He started sucking and licking her fair jade like skin, making Kizy feel hot all over.
Her hands went to his hairs, playing with his silky hairs, while she had turned her head to one side, giving Markus more access to her neck.
Suddenly Markus’s hand went behind her, grabbing her by her ass and giving it a squeeze.
Kizy moaned from the pleasure, no more thinking straight. Markus went back to kissing her, their tongues dancing together, creating their own rhythm.
Markus immediately lifted her up and Kizy wrapped her legs around his waist. Markus kept kissing her while moving out from the kitchen and going towards the hall.
He directly threw Kizy over the sofa and climbed up on her body.
Kizy suddenly saw the bright lights, and her surroundings, realising what was happening.
“No, others would see us.” Kizy instantly placed her hands over Markus’s chest, stopping him from bending any further.
And Markus paused, registering that he had lost his control for the Nth time because of Kizy.
Not having any other excuse to cover himself, he made up another punishment.
“But you dropped the glass of milk Kizy. Forget spilling, you wasted the entire glass. So how should I punish you now?” Markus said, lowering his face a little and whispering in her ear with his magnetic voice.
“Wasn’t this my punishment?” Kizy said, looking confusedly at Markus. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
“That was for risking your own life while racing like a maniac and then not coming back with me. This punishment is for wasting milk.” Markus said, justifying himself.
“Wait a minute!! Why should I be the one who is always punished? You make mistakes but are never punished for them. If this is how it works, then you deserve a punishment as well!” Kizy said, pushing Markus away and sitting properly.
“And what are you going to punish me for?” Markus asked, looking at Kizy with amusement, not knowing how she could always come up with something unique every time.
“For bringing a woman back home and making your wife sleep in a different room!! Shouldn’t you be punished for these?” Kizy asked.
And suddenly Markus didn’t know if he should shoot himself for asking such a foolish question. If not for making Kizy leave the room, all the fiasco would have never happened.
But Nicole had made him promise that he would never reveal the truth without her consent. Thus he didn’t have any answer for this.
“What punishment?” Markus asked, hoping that Kizy would maybe continue with the kiss, or maybe they could go a step further.
But his hopes were once again crushed by Kizy.
“You will be cooking my breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow. No help will be allowed. And you are only supposed to cook for me. Neither for yourself, nor for your friend.” Kizy said.
“I am not doing it.” Markus said.
Who was he? The only leader for Country B’s underworld. How could he keep his pride aside and cook for someone else?
“Fine. Now onwards no matter how grave a mistake I commit, you don’t have any right to punish me. Secondly I will be telling about your childhood sweetheart to mother, grandma and grandpa and how you kicked me out of our bedroom.” Kizy said with a shrug.
“Wait wait wait. Why do you always have to involve my family? And what do you mean by ‘no matter how grave a mistake I commit’? You can only do one thing. This is pure bullying.” Markus said, not giving in to Kizy.
“Don’t you love bullying though? That is what you have been doing for your entire school, college, university and even professional life!!” Kizy said sarcastically.
“When have I bullied someone in my professional life? I have always been the idol CEO!!” Markus said, turning his head cockily.
“Boss, don’t you remember bullying your poor PA?” Kizy said.
“You are different.” Markus said.
“Why am I different? Anyways we were talking about the punishment. So fine, I won’t tell anything about this to our family, but you are not allowed to punish or even question me whatever I do.” Kizy said.
“Yeah yeah. As if I care.” Markus said nonchalantly and started climbing the stairs for the second floor.
But Kizy instead went to the kitchen.
“Where are you going? Are you hungry?” Markus asked, remembering Kizy wanted to have milk, but had dropped the glass in between their intimate session.
“Why do you care?” Kizy said, being angry at Markus for not accepting her punishment while making faces at Markus and walked ahead but…
“Argh!!” Kizy suddenly shouted.
A piece of glass shard had pierced her foot, making her bleed immediately.
Markus, who was climbing the stairs quickly ran back kneeling before Kizy, placing her foot on his thigh.
“You stupid woman!! Can’t you simply walk like normal people. You were the one who dropped the glass. How can you go back and get injured with the same?” Markus exclaimed, examining her foot.
“Stop overreacting!! It’s just a piece of glass. Let me remove that.” Kizy said, trying to take her leg back.
“Stay still. You will hurt yourself more instead of removing it.” Markus said, holding her leg firmly.
He gently started removing the glass, taking utmost care that he won’t hurt Kizy.
“I am removing the glass. Don’t shout or cry from pain.” Markus said, but with the amount of care and gentleness he was showing, Kizy felt nothing about the wound.
But what she felt was a different type of warmth, blooming in her heart, coursing through her veins.
Markus removed the glass piece and lifted Kizy up, carrying her princess style to the sofa, before taking out bandage and ointment from the side table.
“Why were you going towards the kitchen? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?” Markus asked, while cleaning the blood and her wound, before starting to wrap it with bandage.
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– Kizy