《A MADMAN'S OBSESSION》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 28 章

Marceline woke with a start. The sunlight was already streaming through the curtains blinding her. She squinted, trying to make sense of the surroundings, her mind still foggy with sleep. But then, the events of last night came rushing back, and she felt a flush of embarrassment.She reached out, feeling the space beside her, and realized she was alone. Her heart skipped a beat as a flicker of worry crossed her mind. But then she heard the soft clink of dishes and the aroma of fresh coffee wafted into the room.Zandrei appeared in the doorway with a tray in his hands, and a gentle smile on his face. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled in a way that made him look endearingly handsome. "Good morning, darling," Zandrei said in a warm tone that wrapped around Marceline like a comforting embrace. "I thought you might need some sustenance after last night."He set the tray down on the bedside table, revealing a spread of toast, fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee. The arom

A convoy of black cars rolled to a stop before the skeletal remains of the old warehouse. The place had corrugated steel walls scarred with rust and graffiti. The car's door slowly opened and Alexzandrei stepped out.The man who had been teasing Marceline just an hour ago was now a distant memory. The warmth in his eyes was gone, extinguished and replaced by a chilling, predatory focus. He moved with grace while his expensive shoes crunched on gravel as he pulled on a pair of black leather gloves. Regan was already waiting beside the trunk of a sedan. He gave a curt nod as Zandrei approached."Give me some pliers," Zandrei said. His voice was flat, devoid of any inflection.Regan nodded again, turning without a word. He popped the trunk, revealing a neat array of tools that served a different purpose. Zandrei didn't wait and burst through the warehouse's main door. His presence instantly commanded the space. A dozen of his men stood in two rigid lines, creating an aisle that led to

Regan and Zandrei approached the private island's main dock. Zandrei expertly guided the yacht alongside the pier, cutting the engine so it glided to a silent, perfect stop. He then leaped onto the wooden planks with a genuine and warm smile as he made his way to where a top-down convertible sports car was already waiting for them.The drive from the dock to the main estate was a winding path through lush, tropical foliage. The air was thick with the scent of hibiscus and salt. As the car crested the final hill, the sprawling mansion came into view, and there, in a sprawling garden bursting with color, was Marceline.She was kneeling on a foam mat, dressed in a beautiful white sundress that seemed to glow in the afternoon light. She was completely absorbed in her task, gently tending to a cluster of exotic orchids.He killed the engine a good distance away, not wanting to startle her. He got out of the car, moving with stealth that belied his large frame. He watched her for a moment

[Warning: Mature content, strong language, and NSFW scenes. 18+ recommended.] Marceline's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. She reached up with her hands tangling in his hair, and pulled him down for a soft, lingering kiss. Zandrei was caught off guard by the gentleness of her kiss. And it aroused him even more, making his cock drip and twitch. He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, and looked into her eyes with a newfound intensity. "Marceline," he growled, "you have no idea what you do to me." With a sudden, fierce movement, he gripped the straps of her nightgown and tore them down, the silk ripping with a sharp sound that made her gasp. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Marceline's cheeks flushed a deep red, while her body trembled with excitement as he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he sucked and nipped, his hands roaming o