ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE-Chapter 55: PAST 2

This Chapter is dedicated to Darkpass_092015. Wow, thanks for the golden ticket.

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"I can’t hold it any longer, Penguin. I need help."

Osvaldo’s voice was thick, husky with strain, and Penny followed his line of sight... only to freeze.

Oh God.

He was hard.

Not just hard, aching again.

Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened, and a wave of heat rushed over her cheeks.

What the hell is going on?

They were knee-deep in a conversation about his parents’ death. A story so brutal and raw, it had knotted her stomach.

And yet... here he was.

Already so aroused.

She shook her head, baffled. "M... Mr. Osvaldo, this is not funny."

The shame coiled in her gut like a tightening spring. She’d spent twenty years untouched, overlooked, undesired. And now the universe was dangling a dick the size of doom right in front of her face like some cosmic prank?

"We agreed, no questions asked." His voice was blunt, almost wild.

She blinked, stunned.

No questions?

No questions!?

No. This couldn’t be real. Was she dreaming?

They were talking about murder, trauma, his broken family. And now this?

Their conversation wasn’t even related to sex. She was about to cry for crying out loud.

"You can’t just feel this way," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger and humiliation. "We were having a serious conversation. You can’t, get aroused in the middle of it."

"I can’t help it, Penguin." His eyes, half-lidded and dark with heat, locked onto hers. "It happens all the time. But it’s worse when you’re around."

Her?

Of course why not put the blame on the fat shapeless pig sitting right Infront of him?

Penny looked down at her baggy dress. No makeup. No curves on display. Just the same frumpy oversized thing she’d worn since childhood.

He had to be imagining it. Or maybe he was just starved. That had to be it. She was the only woman who hadn’t treated him like a monster.

Maybe... maybe once he saw someone else. Someone thin and lovely like Ariana, he’d snap out of it.

"I shouldn’t turn you on Mr Osvaldo. Maybe you’re feeling this way because you haven’t seen other women out there." Penny said.

"If you do, I would not even make you feel anything but hate and disgust." Osvaldo frowned at her words. He was truly tired of this woman always downgrading herself.

"Stop saying things like that about yourself. I’m tired of it." His jaw clenched.

"We’ll talk about other women later." He loosened his belt, revealing more of his need. "Right now, I need you."

"There must surely be something in here that can help with it. It couldn’t all be me." Penny looked around.

She couldn’t believe she had not known anything about a man all these years only for it to be her life now. This mad bastard.

All she wanted was to know about his past and how to treat him, and now here they are. He was asking for another favour again.

"This is the help, Penguin." He unzipped his pants. "It won’t take long. Don’t forget your contract."

She froze as his erection sprang free. Her mouth went dry.

Never in her life will she get familiar with a dick this size. If they ever were to ever have sex, she was certain Osvaldo would split her in half.

Penny shook her head violently. "Stop it, Penelope. Don’t think that. It won’t happen. He’ll forget you once he’s sane."

"Help me," he whispered again. This time... gentler. Vulnerable.

She started crawling until she was beside him, her palms trembling. If she hadn’t signed that damn contract, she’d have said no.

"We were talking about your family," she whispered. "Don’t you think this is... disrespectful?"

He chuckled, dark and bitter. "I don’t care about them, Penguin. If my father wasn’t so stupid, I wouldn’t be a madman."

Her fingers hovered over him.

"Come on, Penguin," he coaxed. "You don’t want me to go insane again, do you?"

With a resigned breath, Penny wrapped her hands around him, and he growled. A low, feral sound that shot straight to her core.

"Just like that," he said, legs parting as he surrendered to her touch.

"Now," he murmured, eyes fluttering, "let’s continue the story." he said. "Listen attentively Penguin." He added.

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Tears fell from little Osvaldo eyes when he saw his mother’s lifeless form on the floor along with the others who were shot too.

He had seen them all. The ones who shot at people and at them as they ran. The man who had spoken to his father earlier picking his new found discovery in the glass box where they had kept it.

They killed all of their guards, his mother, a few relatives and many more. The polar man smiled at him as his father took him away, waving a goodbye at Osvaldo.

When they reached their car, Dewitt threw his son in, before getting in as he drove him away.

They stayed in the lab for days and the only people who knew Osvaldo’s location was Barnaby and Hughes. They were the ones bringing in food and taking care of their new master.

Everything Osvaldo asked about his mother and why she hasn’t come yet, they would say she was out of the state attending to her sister. But that was all.

Though he suspected his mother was dead, he still wanted to believe those people.

He sat all day and night watching his father work on herbs, cracking his brain as he created a potion and after seven whole days. Dewitt was done with it.

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"F–fuck, Penguin."

Osvaldo’s voice broke through as Penny’s mouth enveloped him.

Her lips were soft, her tongue warm, and she moved with inexperience and hunger.

He groaned, trembling as he fought to focus on his story. Osvaldo continued.

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All Osvaldo thought about was that it was some potion to treat his injured mother, but he had been wrong.

There was no cure for the dead. Once you’re dead, you are dead.

Dewitt forced his son to drink the potion. Convincing him it would make him invincible to their enemies. But before that, he cried and begged Osvaldo countless times, asking for forgiveness.

"If you don’t see me here when you wake up, just know I have also turned invisible and watching you." Dewitt cried as he said those words.

"What about mum? Did you make a potion for her?" Dewitt nodded.

"I’ve already sent her potion to her. You’ll see her soon, now drink up son." Osvaldo nodded and drank everything his father gave.

At first he felt nothing. Everything seemed normal.

Dewitt watched him with caution. And after a few seconds Osvaldo felt so dizzy and then he fell unconcious. That was all he knew, that was the end.

When he woke up again, he was a grown man in a different place and a different world. He had missed so many years of his life.

Osvaldo felt like he was dreaming when his maids call him mad and ran away. He wanted to stop tem to tell them he wasn’t mad, but he had also forgotten how to speak. It’s almost like his brain was turned upside down.

Osvaldo’s hips jerked forward as Penny took more of him, swallowing him like sin.

He held her hair, groaning. "Yes. Just like that, Penguin."

The relief was overwhelming. For once, the monster in him was quiet.

She was his calm in the chaos.

Her mouth was magic. Wet. Warm. Hungry. She licked him like a candy, her saliva dripping down his erection driving him insane. Osvaldo fought the urge to pin her down and take her whole.

He nearly lost control right there, but he held back.

Barely.

He wanted to last.

He wanted to feel every second.

"Shit... your mouth," he grunted. "If this is how good you feel, I can’t imagine what your cunt would do to me."

The filthy thought made him harder.

Then he spilled into her with a cry, hot, endless release, and Penny didn’t flinch.

She swallowed everything.

No protest. No hesitation.

She was used to him now. And she hated it.

"What else did you notice when you woke up?" she asked, her voice ragged as she wiped her lips with her kerchief.

"I took the antidote he gave when I woke up again, but nothing worked. Just the on and off madness.

"You... you can fix your clothes now." Penny said calmly.

He tucked himself away, still half-hard. Still wanting.

But he turned to her, deadly serious now.

"There’s something else you need to know," he said.

"Once every two weeks, I get violent. Really violent. They lock me down. That day, no one leaves their rooms."

He stepped closer, eyes dark with warning.

"No matter what you hear, no matter what happens, do not open your door, Penguin. Don’t come to the lab. Don’t move. Don’t look for me."

His voice softened again. "Promise me."