Wasn't this the smell of Kalow? The scent was faint because of the air tight perfume box but she could still catch a whiff of it. Camilie suddenly felt that something was very wrong but the pair had already disappeared.
She had no idea why they needed two people to look for one gift but they had left so she couldn't stop them and ask.
Meanwhile, the pair left the restaurant and headed into the alley with one dragging the other along. Marcellus who was angry for no reason looked through the alley and after making sure it was empty he grabbed both of Ivy's shoulders and pressed her against the wall.
Because they were blocked by the big dumpster passersby couldn't see what was happening in the dark alley but that didn't stop Ivy from worrying.
Because his grip was too tight, Ivy couldn't help but yelp out in pain but before her cry could escape her throat her lips were sealed into a rough and breathy kiss she wasn't accustomed to.
Because when they made out he would be gentle and considerate she didn't know how to react to such a sudden attack.
"Mmm... mm," she let out muffled cries but her lips were suddenly bitten. His hand which was surely a little more respectful and careful like handling treasure frantically rubbed her parts through the fabric of her dress.
His other hand groped her chest roughly and tried to enter through the collar. She was so terrified that she stiffened and Marcellus could sense that. He suddenly felt like if it were Quinn they wouldn't have this problem.
That girl could take it rough without any problems. He let go of her lips and while she was catching her breath he whispered, "Ivy, be good, okay? If you want your mother to still get the gift then let me do this once. Let us enjoy it."
Ivy was still scared of getting caught but she nodded her head her fists clenched. She loved him and didn't want him to leave so she agreed. Plus her mother would be very happy. What a filial daughter she was.
Marcellus smiled happily as he kissed her cheek down to her neck making sure not to leave any traces. Sensing that familiar soft touch, Ivy relaxed as she raked her fingers through his hair.
His wet lips kissed her chest and before she knew it her chest was exposed as he began to suck on them really hard and even biting. Startled she pushed him away subconsciously not because she wanted him to stop but because it was just a knee jerk reaction. Marcellus felt like he had been rejected thus his actions became frantic again. Because she was wearing a short dress his fingers easily slipped into her panties and began proding in there restlessly.
Ivy bit her lips trying to not make a sound. After being sucked on hard and rubbed vigorously she held on to him tightly and released all that pent-up sexual tension.
Before she could even catch her breath he made her kneel on the ground and unzipped his pants.
She wanted to pull her collar and cover her exposed body parts but he held her wrist and said, "Leave them. I want to see."
He pinched her jaw and his hardness thrust into her mouth. How nice it would have been if that face was Quinn's. He would have loved to see that stubborn look in her eyes as she took his entire length inside her mouth.
Ivy's tears flowed like a waterfall unable to bear the depths reached by his hardness. Usually, she would use her hand and take in as much as she could but this time he refused for her to use her hand.
He was rough with her pressing her head down to prevent her from escaping. Her torment finally ended when he released inside her mouth.
She almost threw up unable to handle the fishy smell. He would always release her and spray on her face so she hadn't even tasted it before.
After he satisfied his hunger he helped her up and wiped her mouth returning to his gentle and loving self. Bullying such a weak person felt unbelievably good but even he knew the taste of bullying an unbreakable person would be much more interesting.
"You did good wife," he said as he pulled out a mint for her. He unwrapped it and put it in her mouth.
Her complexion wasn't good and her throat hurt so much that she couldn't help but complain. "Mars, you were very rough. I even scraped my knees."
Marcellus helped her fix her dress before groping her behind and squeezing it.
"I will treat you to your favourite dessert," he said trying to coax her. Ivy nodded her head and they left the alley. In his mind, he wasn't satiated at all. He decided to call for some escort service as soon as he reached the hotel.
While walking hand in hand back to the restaurant they didn't notice someone in the opposite window filming their little public erotic film.
Before they reached the doors of the restaurant, Ivy caught sight of Quinn and her auntie leaving. She suddenly felt like showing off.
She rubbed her shoulders seeming chilly and Marcellus asked in a whisper, "Cold?"
Ivy nodded her head and Marcellus stopped before taking off his suit jacket and draping it over her shoulders.
"Thank you, husband," she said a little louder as though afraid they wouldn't hear her. Quinn glanced in their direction and Ivy tightened her grip on his arm in a possessive gesture but she didn't see any trace of jealousy in her eyes. All she saw was a sneer before Quinn entered the limousine and left.
Marcellus was well aware of what she was doing but he didn't stop her. He liked the feeling of two beautiful women fighting over him so he didn't expose her. It's just that he couldn't comprehend the meaning of Quinn's sneer.
The two returned inside each with their own thoughts. Camilie who was a little worried relaxed when she saw them. She thought Marcellus had left her with the bill and couldn't help but worry.