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Consequences

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Jo tugged the throw blanket tighter around her. She stayed on the couch, afraid that if she moved, he would know. A knock at the door made a jolt of panic shoot through her. Jo's legs felt weak. But if she didn't move now...

Jo pulled the door open slowly, finding that she couldn't help but meet his eyes when she saw him standing there. He was leaning casually, one arm used to prop himself up against the door frame. A self-satisfied smirk painted his face and Jo's shameless desire battled with her self-respect and urge to wipe that grin off his face. The self-respect lost.

Marco looked her up and down, humming softly at the sight of her clinging to the blanket desperately. His eyes flicked to the window and chuckled when he saw that the blinds were drawn. His grin widened.

Jo shuffled back when he let himself in, closing the door behind him.

"Don't move."

Jo froze at the simple commanding tone in his voice. Her muscles strained to take another step back, then another until she could put a safe distance between them, but she stayed where she was. Jo's mind screamed at her to run but she held her ground as Marco's deft fingers tugged at the corner of the blanket she held around herself. Jo reflexively clutched it to keep if from sliding but at the warning look Marco gave her, his head tilting slightly, eyes burning into hers, she slowly released her grip, letting the fabric slip out of her hand and away from her shoulders.

She was standing naked in front of him, and he didn't let the opportunity go to waste. Jo had to look away as Marco's eyes travelled over every part of her body. The heat in her face made her worried for a moment that she might pass out from sheer embarrassment. Unfortunately, she didn't feel faint or woozy, escape would not be that easy. In fact, Jo's senses felt switched to high alert, she was painfully aware of Marco's intentions. He was here to punish her, and he was going to take his sweet time.

He still hadn't said anything, silently taking the sight of her in, feeding on her humiliation. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"What?" She snapped.

Marco huffed and lifted a hand to her face. Jo's immediate reaction was to jerk away, but Marco patiently held his hand out, not lowering it at all. Jo met his eyes with difficulty and struggled to hold his terribly direct gaze. She stayed still as he reached again, his fingers pushing her hair behind her ear gently. Jo frowned at him in confusion, still fighting the urge to swat his hand away, when his hand slipped further back, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

Jo winced and clutched his hand, unable to keep from arching when he pulled her head back. She hissed through her teeth softly and contemplated spitting at him. The impassive look on his face made her forget that thought instantly. Somehow his nonchalant demeanour made him even more damn attractive. Jo glared at him.

"You did something even though I told you not to."

Jo couldn't help how his words made her pulse race, and it probably showed on her face. She wasn't the best at hiding her thoughts when she was in pain, and his grip on her hair wasn't loosening much.