CHAPTER 132: THE JEALOUS MADMAN

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"How do you feel now Penguin?" Osvaldo asked, his voice colder than usual.

"A little better." Penny said calmly, as she watched him get out of bed. He took out his wrist watch and placed it on the bedside table, than started taking out his coat precisely.

It’s a habit he’s always had as a child. Osvaldo has been a child that copied everything his father did, and this was one of the many habit he copied.

"What part made you feel better? The cold shower or the kiss?" Penny’s jaw dropped at his question. Was this man serious right now?

Was he jealous because her father kissed her?

But isn’t that what father’s do?

"He’s my father Mr Osvaldo." Penny reminded, just Incase he might have forgotten. A father had the right to his child too.

"And you’re mine now." Osvaldo walked towards her till he was standing in front of her.

"I don’t know how else to tell you, I don’t like other people touching what mine.". He stood before her, lifting her chin with his fingers.

"I’m not some object to own Mr Osvaldo." Penny said calmly.

"You’re not." Osvaldo said calmly.

"You’re my penguin. Mine alone." He leaned in swiping his tongue across her forehead.

"Mr Osvaldo?"

"Stay still Penguin, let me remove the trace of him from your face." He licked her forehead again, sucking it with his tongue and Penny shivered.

"Mr Osvaldo." She called placing her hands between them to create a gap.

"Yes Penguin." Osvaldo held both hands kissing them slowly. He dipped her fingers in his hands sucking it to the tips and back down again.

"I just had my bath..." Penny said calmly.

"But you’re still dirty." Without warning, Osvaldo lifted her and placed her on the soft mattress.

Penny’s breath hitched as Osvaldo got on her, pinning her against the soft mattress. She tried to hide her naked form but he was quick to hold her still.

She has learned her lesson, she will never have her bath close to him ever again. His lips trailed down from her forehead, his tongue flicking against her skin with deliberate slowness.

Each swipe of his tongue felt like a brand, a claim, as if he was determined to erase any trace of another man’s touch, even if that man was her father.

He hated that he had touched her that way. He had no right to. This is his penguin, his alone.

"Mr. Osvaldo..." she protested weakly, her hands pressing against his chest, but he caught her wrists effortlessly, pinning them to the bed.

"You don’t get to tell me no, Penguin, not when you let another touch you." he murmured against her skin, his voice a dark promise.

"Not when your body already knows who owns it."

She gasped as his teeth grazed her jaw, his free hand sliding down her side, gripping the fabric of her robe. With one sharp tug, he loosened the robe exposing her naked form to his hungry gaze.

"Stop..." she whimpered, but the word dissolved into a moan as his mouth descended on her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"You caused this Penguin. If only you’d listen and not let anyone touch you." He murmured. "Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop."

"I... I don’t want..."

"Liar," he growled, his fingers tracing the swell of her breast before pinching her nipple, making her arch off the bed. "You don’t want me to stop. You never do."

Penny shook her head, her thighs pressing together instinctively as heat pooled between them. She hated how easily he could unravel her, how her body betrayed her every time.

Osvaldo smirked, sensing her struggle.

With deliberate cruelty, he dragged his tongue down her stomach, pausing just above the waistband of her panties. His fingers hooked into the lace, pulling them down agonizingly slow.

"Mr. Osvaldo, please..."

"Please what?" he taunted, spreading her thighs with his broad hands. "Beg properly, Penguin. Tell me what you really want."

She bit her lip, refusing to give in, but he didn’t need her words. He knew her body better than she did.

With a low, possessive growl, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue licking a slow, torturous stripe up her slit. Penny cried out, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.

"No... ah! I don’t... I don’t want this!" she lied, her fingers tangling in his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Osvaldo chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "Your body says otherwise."

Then he devoured her.

His tongue circled her clit, relentless, before plunging deep inside her, fucking her with his mouth as she writhed beneath him. Every flick, every suck was calculated to break her, to make her scream his name.

"M... Mr O... Osvaldo!" she sobbed, her thighs trembling around his head.

"Yes, Penguin," he growled against her skin, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her in place. "You taste so sweet Penguin." He murmured against her wetness.

Penny couldn’t fight it anymore. The pleasure was too much, his dominance too absolute. With a broken cry, she came undone, her body convulsing as he drank every last drop of her surrender.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal, his dark eyes burned with triumph.

"Mine," he whispered, crawling back up her body to claim her mouth, forcing her to taste herself on his tongue. "Always mine."

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Darlington had settled in bed when a knock sounded. He groaned pushing himself off the bed as he walked to the door.

"Hello Mr Adkins." Barry greeted calmly standing before the door.

"I brought clothes to change." He added with a smile.

"You didn’t have to come all the way here. There are maids around." Darlington moved away from the door, letting him in.

"Just like you didn’t have to stay here either. You have your own home, I’m sure of it." Barry turned to him.

"I don’t care whatever relationship it is you have with my niece. She’s now with us and as you can see, we are more than capable of taking care of her." Barry went straight to the point.

He wanted them out of their family as soon as possible.

"I understand. But our relationship isn’t one you can just break off." Darlington said.

"What is that supposed to mean old man?" Barry walked up to him. "Like I said, I don’t care about your relationship with my neice. By morning, you and your mad grandson should be out of here." Barry warned.

"We will leave. But not without my grand daughter in law." Barry paused, staring at the old man. What did he mean by grand daughter in law?

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"Penelope is married to the madman."