The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 80: Third stage of temptation: Conviction

Chapter 80: Third stage of temptation: Conviction

The problem probably lies in the lack of gratification. That was what Marcus made himself believe. It was the lack of action that he saw Fil differently than he should have. Therefore, since Michael was kind enough to share his hunt, Marcus would gladly satisfy himself for the night.

If he did, things would be better. He would be less confused and he wouldn’t have to wonder about another man’s woman. He wouldn’t get teased or excited by the mere thought of her attention. His dilemma was nothing but a simple problem that could be fixed so easily.

Thus, Marcus didn’t waste a second as he drove himself and the woman whose name he didn’t know to the nearest hotel. Even before they could reach their room, he and the woman already started making out in the elevator. He unleashed all the pent-up hunger, like a starving beast who hadn’t had a meal for a long time.

He didn’t care who would see them in the elevator as if this held great importance to him.

When they reached their floor, pieces of clothes started dropping to the floor the second they entered their room. They didn’t even reach the bedroom when both of them were in their underwear, pushing her aggressively to the couch.

"Kya!" the woman let out a playful shriek, biting her lips as she crawled back with her elbows. She watched Marcus slowly crawl his way on top of her.

In a second, he took her breath away as he claimed her lips, clasping her hip tightly.

A moan escaped her mouth, loving the level of roughness and aggressiveness from him. She welcomed all the advances he did, letting him take off every thin fabric that protected her sex.

"You..." she moaned, waiting for the gratification she had been waiting for. He had been playing with her womanhood with his finger, and now that she was overflowing, all she wanted was that big deep.

Marcus happily listened to her pitiful cries, positioning his erection to her entrance. It only took him one swift thrust to get deep into her. They both hissed in satisfaction, compelling them to move more. They moved in sync, moaning and grunting, sweats covering their skins as their breaths grew jagged.

He pushed and pulled like a mad dog until the woman suddenly made a bold move. She pushed his shoulder, professionally switching position with him. In the blink of an eye, Marcus was sitting while the woman saddled him.

"Ah..." Marcus cocked his head back, letting her take charge. He stared at the woman, looking back at him with the same lustful eyes. "Yes."

This was what he needed.

A moment of gratification.

Now, he wasn’t thinking about her...

His thoughts trailed off as his mouth fell open. He kept his eyes on the woman, but then slowly, Fil’s face overlapped with hers.

"Mikey, babe..." the woman moaned as she continued to ride him, but all he heard was Fil’s voice calling him so affectionately. "Uh, ah... ah!"

For a moment, his mind went blank, watching Fil’s face make different expressions. He instinctively touched her face, remembering the softness of her skin when he touched her face earlier today.

"Ah... Fil," he moaned, clasping her shoulder to switch position again. This time, his eyes were burning, more excited than a few seconds ago.

The woman shrieked as her back landed on the soft couch again. "Fil?" she repeated in confusion. But much to her dismay, she didn’t have time to complain as he thrust rougher and rougher until she started hurting.

"Ah — wait — ouch!" the woman whimpered, but to no avail.

Marcus just suddenly lost control, as if he turned into a complete beast. He kept calling a woman’s name, biting her, as if he was venting now instead of satisfying himself.

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After the rough session with the woman he didn’t know, Marcus didn’t plan to idle for too long. He immediately wore his clothes, glancing at the woman on the couch. The woman, who willingly came with him, was now shaking in the corner of the couch.

’I didn’t want to be rough with her,’he thought, sighing to himself. Even so, he didn’t feel sorry for her either. Not one bit. ’It was her fault. She should make me forget about her, but she did a lousy job.’

When Marcus was fully dressed, he took out his wallet and took out all the bills in it. He then tossed it to the couch, watching the woman slowly turn her head to him.

The woman’s eyes shook, covering her bruised chest with a throw blanket. "I’m not... a prostitute," she hissed through her gritted teeth, already insulted by what he did to her. "I came with you to have fun, not get paid and get hurt."

"That’s not money for sex," Marcus coldly replied, looking down at her with no remorse. "The sex isn’t worth this much."

"What?"

"I want you to shut up," he added in the same condescending tone. "What happened here, keep it to your grave. If I hear that you ran that mouth of yours, I’ll kill you."

The woman shuddered in fear, her complexion turning white. All she could do was stare at the heartless man looking down at her. If she knew this guy was this violent, she wouldn’t have come with him. Her hopes of being a rich man’s girl were thrown down the drain.

The woman watched Marcus look away emotionlessly before she blurted out. "Who is Fil?"

Marcus stopped in his tracks, his expression even darker now. When he looked back, the woman almost jolted from her seat.

"Don’t tell, don’t ask," he remarked. "I suggest you forget that name while I’m asking nicely."

Her breath hitched as she lowered her gaze, just wishing for him to go. She sat there, frozen, praying he wouldn’t come back to hurt her. Because that second she mentioned the name Fil, his aura felt even more deadly.

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When Marcus reached his car, he clasped the steering wheel and rested his forehead on top of his hands. He ground his teeth in distress, his head throbbing painfully.

[Who is Fil?]

Marcus slowly drew his head back, his eyes glinting sharply. He could still remember how Fil’s face overlapped with the woman’s face, making all sorts of expressions only Fil’s husband would probably see.

"I shouldn’t have come to her today," he murmured. "I already know I find her attractive. Spending time with her only showed me more sides of her."

One thing Marcus realized was that he was right. His problem was gratification. A craving. But the craving wasn’t easy to quench. He wouldn’t feel satisfied until he had what he was craving for.

"Filomena Lovin..." he breathed out, taking his phone out to see the exchange of messages he had with her. "... you are a mistake."

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Meanwhile...

"Conviction!" Jackson hummed, swirling a glass of wine while he sat opposite Fil from the dining table. Both of them were still in their robes, enjoying a glass of wine together. "Whether to shrug it off or give consent, everything proceeds with a conviction."

"Do you think what I did today is enough?" Fil wondered curiously. "I can’t tell. What if Marcus had a conviction to shrug it off?"

"I doubt."

"Why?"

"You got his attention the first time you showed up at that party, wearing something that displays what they couldn’t have," Jackson remarked. "And just like you said, getting one’s attention makes it easy to make them contemplate. Which was the second stage of temptation. Followed by a conviction."

"He’ll crave for you," he dawdled, giving her a knowing look.

Fil went quiet, pondering about his remarks. "How can one crave for something they hadn’t tasted?"

"You were too close too many times." He tapped his nose. "If he smelled it, then he can crave it even without tasting it, since the senses are familiar. If that isn’t enough, then there’s another explanation. It’s a natural reaction to a person’s body. Just like when you crave something you haven’t had in your life. For instance, you never had a steak, but then suddenly crave it. It’s most likely because you’re anemic and your body needed a source of iron."

"Also, ever heard of the saying: the harder it is to get something, the more determined you are to get it? Lastly, you’re hot," he added, lifting the glass of wine to his lips. "Even I would crave you."

Jackson raised his brows as he glanced at her phone on the table. "See? Conviction. Quite slow for someone as shallow as him."

Fil slowly gazed down at her phone, catching Marcus’s name on the screen. The corner of her lips curled up, picked up her glass, and made a toast gesture to Jackson.

"I guess I’m moving on to the last step," she smirked. "Action."

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