"HOT TUB 2”

I didn't know what was in that word, but I immediately felt a challenge in Marius's tone. Honestly, I was a bit annoyed with him. Not in a bad way, though. I was irritated in a way that made it seem like he was asking if that was all I could do. So, the seemingly intensified challenge resonated even more in my heart.

"Is this all you've got, Marius?" Instead of retaliating or easing my frustration, I threw it back at him. I posed a question that I knew he wouldn't let slide, and I was right.

"Yeah? Is that what you think of me, sweetheart?" he retorted, his tone betraying an unexplainable irritation.

I didn't anticipate what Marius would do next. Perhaps fueled by irritation, he abruptly lifted me without any warning. Then, he drew out his masculinity from within and stood up.

"Marius!" I exclaimed in surprise as he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

"I don't want my capabilities questioned, Samantha Scott, especially coming from you. That's a significant insult to my manhood!" he declared, lifting me without warning and passionately kissing me on the lips.

Since Marius had already claimed my lips, I was left speechless. I simply clung to his neck, a reaction that felt completely natural.

In just a few moments, I felt the contact of my buttocks against the counter inside the bathroom. Since our earlier encounter with Marius, this was the first time he had done something like this. He paused the kissing, and I had a feeling I knew what was coming. Especially as he positioned my feet well on the counter, lifting them up.

Because of our nudity, Marius had excellent access to my intimate parts. Just the thought of what he might do sent delightful shivers down my spine. What more when it actually happened?

"Stay still," he instructed carefully as he gently pushed me to lean against the large mirror.

I remained silent, tilting my head to signal Marius that I wanted him to kiss me. And he understood exactly what I meant.

I knew Marius had no plans to prolong that kiss. I could feel his urgency to proceed with what he wanted to do. However, I didn't allow that.

Perhaps it was also dictated by my body's instincts. But I managed to make that seemingly simple kiss more sensual than it should have been. So, we reached a point where Marius started exploring the inside of my mouth with his agile tongue.

"You're a tease, Sam," he uttered between breaths.

I met his eyes, and I could clearly see the significant difference from his usual gaze when we weren't in this kind of situation.

"Really?" I responded, smiling meaningfully as I gazed into his eyes. "I want you to show me the side of you that my mind has forgotten but my body knows and craves intimately," I added before I leaned in and our lips met once more.

At that moment, my body dictated how to be assertive. Yes, my tongue engaged in a fierce battle with Marius's. But despite the passion that consumed my body and soul in those moments, I still couldn't shake off a hint of hesitation.

I wasn't sure if I was just carried away by the moment, but I also hadn't prepared for Marius's next move. Suddenly, I found myself involuntarily tensing up, attempting to break free from his tight grip on my lips. Yet, my attempts were futile.

Marius didn't release my lips. Instead, he became even more aggressive and sensual in his kissing. Breathing became increasingly difficult for me.

Marius showed no sign of pity. I felt this was his way of punishing me.

Alongside the widening of my eyes was the deep, heavy sigh I released, trapped between our needy lips. It was a result of Marius's teasing touch on my most intimate parts, using his skilled hands.

It was electrifying. I felt like I was being jolted with electricity, causing my body to tremble. I wasn't sure if Marius felt any compassion for me, but perhaps when he sensed my struggle to breathe, he finally let go of the kiss.

I cursed loudly and bit my lower lip. In those moments, I chose to observe the rhythmic rise and fall of my own abdomen with each successive breath.

Marius was not far from me, yet due to the pleasurable things he was doing, it felt like I was in a different dimension during those moments. Every touch, every sensation, seemed to transport me into a realm of pleasure where time stood still and only the intensity of our connection mattered.

"Fuck! Shit! Ohhhhh shit!" I couldn't help but express my pleasure through a series of passionate exclamations, biting my lower lip to contain the overwhelming sensations running through me.

Marius, with an intense gaze, observed me closely during those moments. His hand worked with a perfect blend of urgency and precision, heightening the pleasure and intensity of the experience. He took note of every nuance in my reactions, including the rhythmic rise and fall of my abdomen as I continued to catch my breath.

"Damn you, Marius!" I couldn't resist the urge to let out that exclamation, a mix of frustration and ecstasy.

"Really, huh? I'll take it as a compliment, sweetheart," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness that matched the mischievous glint in his eyes.

As I met his gaze, I saw a mischievous smile forming on his lips. It was a smile that held a promise—a hint of something more.

Danger.

Yes, it seemed like a delightful and tantalizing danger was looming, ready to sweep me off my feet because of what I said earlier. The air crackled with anticipation, and the atmosphere between us shifted, charged with an electric energy that heightened the senses.

I secretly delighted in that thought.

This was indeed my goal—to bring out Marius's wild side. I believed he still hesitated to fully possess me in his own way, given my condition.

But if I signaled to him that I was okay, his hesitation would disappear. In that case, Marius could claim me in his own style, the style my body seemed to crave and had grown accustomed to. The thought of surrendering to his desires, fully embracing the tantalizing danger that awaited, sent shivers down my spine.