Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Carmencita was so weakened by his kisses that she had finally lost all strength to resist.

She pushed Marco aside as if waking from a dream and cried out in fright: “Brother Marco!

Marco was in the middle of a kiss when, for a moment, Carmencita pushed him off the sofa and he froze for a moment before looking at Carmencita.

Carmencita blushed and turned her face away, to realise what a mess she was in, and hurried to straighten her clothes.

By the time she had tidied herself up, Marco had also risen from the floor, his jacket uncovered and wearing only a thin jumper, and he didn’t seem to be cold at all.

The air was a bit stagnant and Carmencita didn’t know how to deal with the situation, her mind was still a bit scrambled and Marco didn’t speak, just looked at her with a very frightened look on his face.

She sat meekly on the sofa like a little daughter-in-law, bit her lip and gave Marco a quick glance: “I … want to go home”.

Marco flatly refused: “Sleep here”.

She replied quietly: “I don’t want it”.

Marcus, not knowing what to think, suddenly spoke up and asked: “Do you want to go and see Silo tomorrow?

“Of course I’m going to see him. Carmencita had calmed down, of course she was going to see Silo, she had to apologise to him in person.

Regardless of the reason Marco did this to her, she cannot honestly go out with Silo again.

“Very good.” Marco smiled.

Carmencita thought it was scarier to be laughed at than not to be laughed at.

“Stay here and sleep tonight, or you won’t be able to see Silo tomorrow. ”

With those words, he turned and headed for the bathroom.

Carmencita knew he was true to his word and although today he was a little strange and seemed a little dangerous, it was the confidence she had in her bones for him that made her choose to stay.

Marco took a cold shower in the bathroom, his body gradually calmed down, but his behaviour became more and more determined.

He had never seen those brats hanging around Carmencita, and even less now that he had seen her heart and Carmencita wanted to see Silo, and that would come at a price.

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Marco came out of the shower and found his own dressing gown and handed it to Carmencita: “Go and take a shower.

She had just finished her shower, her body was pearly with water and her face was as serious and cold as ever. Carmencita shot him a glance and trotted into the bathroom, clutching her dressing gown.

She was relieved when she entered the bathroom.

Marco’s bathrobe was too long for her and she was about to crawl on the floor.

She stood in front of the mirror and covered her face, thinking about everything that had happened tonight, and still had a surreal feeling in her heart.

In fact he offered to kiss her, didn’t he hate her?

In other words, didn’t he get angry when she kissed him earlier in T-town?

What …

At that moment, Marco’s slightly impatient voice came from outside: “You haven’t finished washing up yet?

“Alright.” Carmencita replied and opened the door to leave.

Marco’s tall body blocked the bathroom door and looked at her imploringly. She didn’t dare look him in the eye and couldn’t get out, so she looked up at him: “Excuse me.

She had just finished showering, her hair still dripping with water and the loose bathrobe wrapped around her slim body.

He used to think of Carmencita only as a sister, he would shake her hand, hug her, he didn’t think of her in particular, only occasionally his heart moved a little, but not in the way it does now.

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Without waiting for her to say anything, Marco reached out, pointed to a room and said: “Sleep in this room and don’t move.

Carmencita realised that he was pointing to the master bedroom and asked him, somewhat puzzled: “And you?

“Don’t worry about me.” Marco said, and turned to go downstairs.

Carmencita breathed a sigh of relief and went into the bedroom, thinking she was still a little uneasy, and closed the door behind her.

Too much had happened tonight, her mind was in turmoil and she had thought she would not be able to sleep, but it didn’t take her long to fall asleep.

Marco smoked half a carton of cigarettes downstairs and washed up in the bathroom before going to the bedroom. He bent down to turn the doorknob, but found that it wouldn’t turn.

Closed?

He pursed his lips, the girl was still too young to think a door could stop him…. Don’t even think about what he’s doing.

He opened the door with ease, a wall lamp was still on in one corner of the room and in the light he could just make out the ball gathered on the bed.

Closing the door with his back, he walked slowly towards the bed.

Here she had nothing for Carmencita to wear, and had to sleep in her bathrobe, and she looked calm and well-behaved as she slept on.

Marco looked at her with burning eyes for a moment and, after turning off the light on the wall, lay back down on the bed.

She took Carmencita in her arms and pulled her easily out of the bathrobe.

Carmencita was sleeping soundly and woke up quickly after being touched by Marco.

At first she was frightened and struggled to get up when Marco whispered, “It’s me, don’t move”.

His voice was low, his breathing heavy and hot, and he quickly captured her lips, kissing her eagerly as he did so.

“The … you do … what …” Carmencita was startled, she didn’t know how Marco could suddenly get like that.

Marco could not stop himself at that moment, and bent over her, holding her hands and kissing her gently for a few seconds before saying in a ragged gasp, word for word, “You, say what?

The unspeakable state of the two was already making Carmencita feel shy, and Marco’s words made her even more furious: “You shut up!

Marco obediently quieted down and nibbled her neck, kissing her slowly. Carmencita had never had skin-to-skin contact with a man before, so she couldn’t stand him kissing her like that.

Marco found her reaction frankly adorable, and if he had known he could not spare her for another man, he could have exercised his right to eat her earlier, when she was an adult, without losing so many years.

Marco hadn’t had a woman in years, but he was a man, and he was more than capable of dealing with Carmencita.