Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire
Chapter 63

Letta slowly knocked on Marco's door, then pushed it open gently, catching Marco just as he was coming out of the bathroom, still in his bathrobe. Letta stood silently at the door until Marco glanced at her briefly. "Come in," Marco said, prompting Letta to step closer.

"Pick out my clothes for me," Marco said, making Letta furrow her brow.

"What?" Letta asked, causing Marco to look at her for a moment.

"I want you to choose my clothes for me to wear," Marco said before entering the dressing room. Letta just clenched her fingers, unsure of Marco's plan to ask her to pick out his clothes.

"Choose something casual for me," Marco said, making Letta look at him briefly. Although he could pick his own clothes directly, Letta thought, as she began to approach the mirrored wardrobe. However, Letta felt a little uneasy when Marco didn't budge from in front of the mirrored wardrobe, leaving Letta silent for a moment before turning around and reaching out to open the mirrored wardrobe, with Marco still standing behind her.

"What about this one?" Letta asked, taking a light brown casual outfit, only for Marco to shake his head.

"No, I don't like the color," Marco said, causing Letta to put the clothing back.

"I want to see the black outfit up there. Try getting that," Marco said, making Letta look at the wardrobe with the hanger at the very top. Letta slightly tiptoed, but the next moment, Letta was slightly startled when Marco came closer to her, making her back feel the touch of Marco's broad chest.

"No, not the black one, but the tan color next to it," Marco said, making Letta close her eyes. Letta knew that Marco was intentionally putting her in this situation. However, Letta managed to hold herself together, finally taking the outfit that Marco wanted.

Letta then turned around, coinciding with Marco taking a step closer, causing Letta to only move backward, being stopped by the mirrored wardrobe. Marco looked at her intensely.

"Here's the outfit you asked for," Letta said, making Marco look at the clothing in Letta's hands. But seemingly unconcerned, Marco brought his face close to the curve of Letta's neck, inhaling deeply. Letta could only close her eyes while biting her lower lip. Letta didn't know what thoughts were running through Marco's mind at that moment, making her knees feel weak as Marco continued to breathe in the curve of her neck. Until finally, Marco stopped his movement and looked at Letta.

"Put, put on that outfit," Marco said again, making Letta continuously surprised by his strange request.

"What?" Letta asked, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows.

"Don't you want to?" Marco asked, making Letta fall silent. Until finally, Letta tried to follow his words.

"Alright," Letta whispered, making Marco immediately tug at the corner of his lips. Marco then slowly opened the bathrobe he was still wearing, making Letta widen her eyes as Marco stood before her completely naked, at this close distance. Letta could only clench her fingers again.

"Why do you look nervous?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head. Letta didn't expect that she would have to pick out underwear for the man in front of her. Letta turned around, but Marco detained her. "Where are you going?" Marco asked.

"Shouldn't I also bring you underwear?" Letta said, making Marco smile. After that, he gave her space to get her underwear and reached out his hand, causing Marco to look at her disapprovingly again.

"I said put my clothes on, so you have to do everything," Marco said, making Letta bite her lower lip again. Letta slightly bent down to put on Marco's pants, but when Letta was about to rise from her seat, Marco suddenly held her back. This made Letta immediately look up at Marco with a questioning look.

"I have a game," Marco said, making Letta struggle to swallow her saliva.

"Didn't you see that mine has been awake for a while now?" Marco said, making Letta can only turn her face away where Marco's essence is now right in front of her face.

"Pamper it," Marco said, who again slightly opened the pants that Letta had just put on, making Letta only able to swallow her saliva while looking at Marco's essence.

"I said play with mine. Don't you understand my command, or do I need to clarify it?" Marco asked again, making Letta shake her head.

Letta then pressed her knees to support her body weight and slowly reached out her hand. With her trembling hand, Letta began to hold Marco's essence, making Marco only feel the soft touch that Letta gave.

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"I'm not satisfied with just your fingers, Letta," Marco said, making Letta certainly know what to do. Letta began to bring her face closer and put Marco's essence into her mouth. That's when Marco started to groan, gripping Letta's hair tightly, making Letta wince.

"Do it quickly, Letta," Marco said again, making Letta wince as Marco pressed on her nape to deepen his suction. This made Letta feel like she wanted to vomit when Marco's essence entered her oral cavity. However, the next second that truly surprised Letta was when suddenly the fitting room opened. This made Letta glance sideways, seeing Arabella standing at the door. Letta tried to release her suction, but Marco held her back.

"I'm busy, Arabella. You can wait downstairs," Marco said, making Arabella look at him with a disapproving gaze.

"You're disgusting," Arabella said. After that, she slammed the door quite forcefully, while Letta remained silent with her heart racing rapidly.

"Continue, Letta," Marco said while gripping Letta's hair tightly. This made Letta wince slightly but still comply with what Marco wanted. Letta could feel her jaw almost dislocating as Marco pushed deeper, and that's when Letta could feel the fluid now wetting her mouth. Meanwhile, Marco groaned loudly, filling the fitting room.

Marco immediately withdrew his essence, while Letta coughed with a moist and very sticky mouth. Marco immediately leaned down and gripped Letta's hair to raise her face.

"Swallow, Letta," Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

"I said swallow," Marco repeated, leaving Letta no choice but to swallow all the fluid now filling her mouth, feeling disgusted and sticky, while Marco looked at her with a satisfied gaze.