Chapter 43 Ah... bastard
Morning finally arrived, and this morning was quite cold. Camilla opened her eyes, feeling someone's embrace on her. Immediately, the woman looked to the side. She always forgot she was married, and it was quite annoying.
Camilla took a breath and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was 8:20, and she felt like she'd woken up too early.
The woman moved, then stopped when she felt something strange. Her womanhood felt tight, and even worse, the object inside her felt hard.
"Kitty, are you luring me into you again?" asked Danieru, who still had his eyes closed.
Camilla glared in annoyance. Her husband was truly a pervert, even more so than she was.
"If you don't answer, then you agree." Danieru moved his hips slowly. The man opened his eyes and looked at Camilla, who was also staring at him intimidatingly.
"Morning sex, that feels even better now." Danieru immediately pressed himself against his wife, grinning as Camilla's gaze intensified.
“Doggie, I’m tired.” Camilla looked away, not wanting to waste any more energy this morning. She felt like taking a shower and getting something to eat first.
“Camilla, I want it,” Danieru said with a pleading expression.
Camilla stared at Danieru. “Get out of my way right now, or I’ll have to settle the score with you.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Danieru asked.
“Danieru!” Camilla widened her eyes, reached out, and grabbed Danieru’s hair.
Danieru, under Camilla’s attack, bucked his hips.
“A-ah… idiot! Why are you moving?” Camilla pulled Danieru’s hair even tighter.
Danieru, not to be outdone, increased the speed of his hip movements.
“Ah… Danieru… idiot! Ah… ha-ah.” Camilla released Danieru’s hair, which she had been pulling. The woman writhed slowly under Danieru’s control, closing her eyes, trying to resist.
“You won’t be able to fight back, honey.” Danieru moved slowly, immediately licking Camilla's neck, leaving a reddish trail there.
"Ahh... idiot, why are you such a pervert?" Camilla said with trembling lips. She couldn't lie, it was delicious, and she didn't want it to end now.
"You're the pervert, you even moan my name while masturbating." Danieru grinned, then nibbled on Camilla's nipple.
"Ah, Danieru, you really are a damn man."
Danieru continued moving, ignoring Camilla's curses.
"A-akkhhh yah! Danieru, you're too fast." Camilla opened her eyes, feeling two pleasures this morning. First, Danieru's continued movement and ravaging her femininity this morning. Second, the man suckling her breasts, making her feel even more buoyant.
“Ah... bastard, ah... yeah!” Camilla sighed resignedly, angry and carried away by her own lust.
Danieru released his kisses on Camilla's breasts. “Does it feel that good?”
“A-ahhhh... you ask too many questions, keep going.” Camilla hugged Danieru, but unfortunately, he stopped moving.
“Let's go take a shower, I'm tired of playing this morning.” Danieru immediately withdrew his penis from Camilla's delicious hole. He glanced at her, delighted that Camilla was so upset.
“Stupid, hurry up and finish this.” Camilla grabbed Danieru's hand, preventing him from leaving.
“No, we can play tonight. I want to take a shower, honey.” Danieru smiled, then brought his face closer to Camilla's and kissed her cheek.
The penis was indeed painful, but for the sake of teasing his wife, he would endure.
Camilla, not getting what she wanted, looked away. The man who had just kissed her cheek was truly insolent.
Her lust was already rising, and the man callously stopped his actions. He was only baiting her, and when she was hooked, he left her.
Just watch, she'll definitely be able to get back at Danieru. She'll make him beg her, and he'll bend over to play with her.
"Look, your face looks so ugly now." Danieru stroked Camilla's cheek.
Camilla immediately slapped his hand away, pulling the blanket over her and covering her entire body. That damn man had just toyed with her; he was waving a war flag against her.
Danieru, watching his wife pout, simply shook his head. He then left the room, needing to take a shower and settle his lingering lust.
Danieru grabbed his cell phone and the dry towel on the table. He then continued walking and locked the bathroom.
There was someone he needed to call, and he didn't want Camilla to enter the bathroom while he was on the phone.
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Camilla and Danieru were now walking through the city center. The newlyweds didn't seem to be talking to each other, or rather, Camilla didn't want to talk to Danieru.
Camilla had been ignoring everything Danieru did, and she hadn't even answered his questions.
The woman stopped walking and looked at Danieru, who hadn't noticed she'd fallen behind. Camilla smiled; it seemed like playing a prank on Danieru was quite fun.
Camilla quickly looked for a place to hide; she couldn't let Danieru find her quickly. She had to avoid him as much as possible; perhaps disappearing for a day or two would be a good idea.
Camilla looked around, quickly opened her phone, and checked her current location. Camilla glanced at Google Maps on her smartphone, and she smiled happily.
They were now not too far from Macau's Estr. do Istmo, City of Dreams. City of Dreams is a vast complex with four hotels, a casino, high-end restaurants, a shopping mall, and a fountain show.
Camilla smiled happily, heading straight to the City of Dreams. Booking a room as soon as possible was a good idea. She grinned; now Danieru would be looking for her, and she would enjoy a long night without that annoying man.
Not long after, Camilla finally arrived at the City of Dreams. She quickly checked in, chose a hotel, and paid quickly. Hopefully, Danieru wouldn't be able to track her down quickly.
She flashed a beautiful smile as she passed several hotel staff. Camilla's beautiful face captivated several people, and they couldn't take their eyes off her.
Camilla looked around, quite impressed by the hotel's interior; it was truly classy and elegant.
Brak ...
Camilla bumped into someone, stumbling backward, and sat on the floor. The man had just exited the elevator. Several men in sunglasses and black suits were standing behind him.
“Miss, don’t you see with your eyes?” someone asked, speaking a language that was quite strange to Camilla.
The woman glared at her, insisting that if she wanted to speak, she should speak English, not some alien language that didn’t know what it meant.
Camilla immediately got up and brushed off her clothes, which might have gotten dirty.
She stared at a man with a mannequin face and pale white skin. He was dressed in Chinese royal attire, his hair was pure white, flowing down to the floor.
Was this man human? His face, and everything about him, seemed very strange to Camilla.
“Do you speak English?” Camilla asked then.
The strange man with the mannequin face looked at Camilla. “Of course, I’ll excuse the reprimand from my guards. You can leave now.”
Camilla was stunned; even the man's voice sounded so deep and sexy. Who was this man? Why did he seem so elegant and untouchable? The attire of his men somehow reminded Camilla of some of the men who served as bodyguards for important figures.
But what was even more intriguing was the golden bead in the mannequin's eyes. Camilla noticed the man's irises resembled those of a snake, and she felt a sense of unease around him.
"Alright, I'll be right back." Camilla quickly moved away from the man. She glanced back and saw him leaving with his bodyguards.