𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔

Mysha

"What if we are caught by someone while doing-?" I said to him in my wobbly voice.

With a perfectly manicured mouth, Eiran interrupts me and adds, "So, let them see you're mine."

He's insane.

However, I was trying to defend myself when he suddenly accelerated, which caused me to moan loudly.

Fuck.

I moan loudly as he continues, "So you want to let them know that we're having sex here?." I sense a playful undertone to his voice.

He's standing in front of me, giving me one more bone inside of me, and I'm seated at a basin table. Yes, we are having sex in the washroom during the event.

What if someone witnesses us having sex? That scares me. I don't want someone else to see me nearly nude like this.

"You didn't answer my question," He said as he bowed to face me and placed one hand on the mirror. His heavy, warm breath is observable. His hot breath brushes my face. He speaks in a dominating tone that reminds me of my punishment.

I stammer as I respond, "N-No, I don't want to let them know about what we are doing here."

I'm fucking his submissive.

He says, "Good girl," and plants two fingers in my mouth. His fingers are ridiculously big. Is this a normal human finger?

"Taste yourself." He spoke with the most powerful voice possible. I did exactly as he had said. I start to taste it with my tongue. He seems content, and he seems to be enjoying the fact that I am defenseless. Why he makes me his fucking submissive every time. Well, the truth is, I love this.

He used some tissue paper to clean up the mess he made on me once I was finished.

I say in my soft voice, "I can handle it on my own." He's actually cleaning up my mess, which makes me feel ashamed even though I have no idea why.

"I am aware, bellissima. But allow me to handle it," he murmurs. He's quite bipolar. He can be strong and domineering at the same time as being gentle and serene. I don't mind, though.

And now that he's finished, I get up from the sink table and begin taking care of myself.

I had on a stunning long green gown with a high slit. This dress is very adorable. Surprisingly, Eiran made the decision. His choice is always best. I take one more look at my makeup. Since Eiran ruined my lipstick, I'm wearing a nude color once more.

Luckily, no one witnessed us having sex. When we were having sex, he appeared to be some sort of Greek god. He looks different today. His suit was a dark blue combo. When he gave me one more bone inside of me, his eyes went dark. I adore his eyes, those blue siren's. I will always be in love with them.

I feel his hands suddenly around my waist and he adds, "You look so beautiful, Non ho mai visto una bella donna come te". He says with ease and plants lips on my neck.

{Translation: I never ever seen a beautiful lady like you}.

He occasionally says things that I find difficult to grasp. I didn't even know what he said. I love his rich Italian accent, though.

He is simply laying his face on my shoulder while I stroke his hands, which he is holding mine, and admire him in the mirror. After a little while, it flashed on me that we needed to leave immediately.

"We must leave right away", I urged. We've spent a good deal of time in the washroom. There's no doubt that some will doubt us.

His smile disappears as if something struck him, "We have to go, but I don't want to..." He seemed to pause in the middle of his statement, and I believe that something caused it to do so.

"What took place?" I say with my thin voice as I look in the mirror and see him standing behind me. He is quite attractive. His jawline is so sharp that it makes me want to touch it. He's extremely attractive. His unbelievable beauty standards are driving me crazy.

"Not a thing." He tells himself to grin and adds, "Let's go." What is going on with him? It seems off to me.

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"Nice to meet you," Eiran said to the person he was greeting. He had white hair and a white beard and looked like he was from the 1970s. I can presume that he is Italian as well. I cock my head to look at Eiran, who's already observing me with a beautiful sculptured smile. Like he would know what I would ask.

"Who's that guy?" I query. I'm merely interested in learning about Eiran's entire family. He never once shared to me information about his family or the number of siblings he has.

He only said, "He's my uncle." I give a nod in response.

This large Victorian-style building is here. Red and white are the color themes of this place, morally. There seem to be a lot of people gathering here, and I see that most of them are Italian. Celestino's family always chose a royal structure, as far as I can tell.

Abruptly, a query entered my thoughts. "I have a question for you," I addressed Eiran.

He smiles and responds, "Of course."

"Have you got siblings?" I would like to ask him about this. I never once hear him talk about his family.

"No, I'm the only Celestino here, and my mom passed away in a car accident a while ago. My dad then got married to a poetess," he states simply, his voice full of melancholy. He is grieving the loss of his mother. Perhaps this is not the ideal time to ask him this question. It might hurt him.

I apologized and added, "I'm sorry" Right now, I don't want to bring him down.

"You don't have to apologize, I'm -"a voice interrupts him. I turned to look at that person so I could see it was Eiran's father. But, I don't think well of him.

"Eiran. I'm glad to have you visit. I thought you-" he said dryly, pausing when he noticed me. Something is cooking between them, I can smell it.

"Mysha. I'm glad to see you too." With a dry voice, he says. This guy really irritates me.

I put on a false smile and replied, "Thank you for inviting me to your celebration." I said and he responded with a nod.

"Eiran, I would like you to arrive on time for our appointment with the Russian businessman tomorrow." Edward said dryly, again. Is now the appropriate moment to discuss business? He is an unusual dude. I turn to look at eiran, who is nodding in response to his father. It appears that he is rather let down.

Then my eyes snapped towards a woman, who may be in her 40s, approached us and said, "I'm looking for you; we have to go for dinner." In a cheerful, quiet voice, she said. She is standing behind Edward while she places one hand on his shoulder. She wore a long crimson dress and had gray hair. Appearing magnificent.

"Perhaps you are unfamiliar with her, Mysha." Eiran states plainly as the woman gives me a sincere smile.

"She's my mom," Eiran adds.

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