Daniella intended to just enjoy her trip, but after meeting him, she had to rethink her plans. She had an inspired notion for how Marcus Madrigal may be of assistance to her. Anyway, the man was a flirt and enjoyed dawdling, so he would not object to being exploited in that manner. She thought that everyone had a cost, and she would go to any length to obtain him.

"Hmmm, Marcus is a good fit for you. You have the appearance of an ancient gladiator, and I admire your eyes. They are blue and soulful," she asserted emphatically, without concern about the qualities that a respectable lady should possess.

Marcus was unsurprised by her candour. To be honest, he'd be surprised if she claimed to be someone she wasn't. "You're direct and honest...which I like," he responded, but the woman's deft manner of speaking scared him.

"I am aware. As a result, I believed we were now buddies." She started following their handshake. "If you require a companion here, contact me." She handed him her calling card and offered him a beautiful smile. Daniella believed she saw him make a facial expression as she handed him her card but opted to disregard it.

Marcus was taken aback by her conduct. Not only was the woman direct, but also arrogant! Was she simply looking down on him? She acted too grandiose for his own good when she handed him her business card. "I have no need for a buddy, Dani. However, I can always welcome a lady into my bed," he said, and Marcus noticed Daniella's eyes glistening with wrath. He was aware that she was insane, but he regretted having introduced himself to his customer. He was forced to adjust it by keeping a safe distance from the woman.

She was well aware that he was a buffoon, but who cares? She needed just his body and the sperm he could inject into her womb! "I see; I'll see you then."

She avoided looking him in the eye and remained silent inside the elevator. To be honest, she was upset by his recent statement that he didn't require a companion but was always willing to welcome a lady into his bed. She felt compelled to tell him the truth in order to reclaim her pride. "On which floor?" She dared to inquire when she discovered he had forgotten to punch his floor number, and she was naturally inquisitive.

"Nineteen," he said.

Daniella clutched the railing, as she felt herself collapsing with excitement. When she observed his troubled look, another thought occurred to her. "Oh no," she said, massaging her brow and tightening her grip on the handle. She gradually slumped her body into his muscular hands, admiring herself for being such a wonderful performer.

"Are you all okay, Daniella?" Marcus rushed to her aid and caught her just as she was about to fall to the floor. When she failed to respond, he was forced to carry her outside and into her room. Marcus rummaged in her bag outside her hotel room door, looking for the card key.

Daniella was perplexed as to how Marcus was able to determine her specific room number prior to discovering the card key. Could he be a next-door neighbor or the resident of the room just across from hers? Regardless, the moment had not yet come to ask him those questions. The critical point was that her strategy had worked...exceptionally brilliantly.

Marcus positioned the woman on bed, then massaged her fingers and lightly pressed on the tender place between her thumb and index finger. He discovered that it was an effective method for Daniella to regain consciousness.

Because the manner he squeezed and massaged the area between her two fingers had become unpleasant, she chose to reawaken and stirred in bed.

"At long last, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Marcus enquired.

"I am quite OK, thank you." She responded.

“Good,” Marcus stood and moved towards the door to go out.

Daniella was unhappy because her plan included flaws. She sprang from her bed and walked towards him before he could turn the doorknob to open it. "I was unable to express my gratitude," she remarked as she stopped him from leaving.

"It's all right. By the way, I had no idea you can act pretty well." Marcus remarked. He was not so naive when she began acting strangely on the elevator.

Daniella's eyes widened in panic. Thus, he was aware and yet remained silent and unresponsive. What would be her next course of action? Plan A has failed, and she will never again have the opportunity to be this close to him!

She examined his hands with care, and before he could open the door, she rushed quickly and smacked him with a bottle of wine. There should never be another blunder, so she made certain to strike him hard.

Marcus fell to the ground, and she masked her cry. She knelt and pressed a finger across his nose to determine whether he was still breathing. What she did previously was dangerous, and it could have killed someone! After confirming that he was still alive, she pushed mightily to get his strong frame into her bed. She made progress gradually, and once he was on the bed, she searched for something she could use to restrain him.

"I'm sorry," she said softly in his ear. She then rummaged through her suitcase for anything she might use to immobilize him.

She was relieved when she discovered the shrink wrap on her bag. There were oddities in the airport, such as someone slipping an illicit substance or a gunshot into another passenger's suitcase. As a precaution, she purchased a shrink wrap to secure her baggage yesterday. While this may sound absurd, several tourists managed quite well.

Daniella covered Marcus' body in shrink wrap from shoulder to toes, much like she would a food item she wished to preserve in the refrigerator. He appeared to be rather amusing, and it would be a waste not to photograph him in shrink wrap. The camera snapped numerous times, and she only stopped shooting pictures when she realized she was squandering her important time on trivial matters.

“I’m really sorry but I hope you will cooperate,” she whispered.

As soon as he discovered what the lady had done to his body, he exclaimed that he looked like a mummy, wrapped in white plastic and unable to move. Then he recalled the moment when something unexpected struck him. "What do you require of me? “Dani! What have you done with me?" Marcus' jaw was clenched and his teeth were gritted as he awaited her response.

"Make me pregnant," Daniella responded.

“W-What?” When he heard her response, his voice exploded within the hotel room. However, she may be kidding. "You're joking," he said.

"Do I appear to be joking? Certainly not," she asserted.

Marcus came to the conclusion that Daniella Reyes was insane. What a waste; the woman was stunning and seductive, as well as intelligent. "There is no reason to tie me up this way if all you wanted to do was have sex with me. I can make it more enjoyable for you, darling, so, untie me now!" He directed and attempted to persuade her.

"I'm not looking for a nice experience, Marcus." She responded. "I like you and you appear to be the ideal father for my child," she continued.

No, it appeared as though he had no means of escaping from the insane woman. When he lost Arianna, he considered getting a vasectomy to avoid having children again, but the notion was forgotten when he moved to Hacienda Velasquez, and he now regretted not having one. What if Daniella forced herself on him, resulting in pregnancy? He would be compelled to perform something he despised.

"You're rather lovely, Dani. I'm sure other men in this building will want to have you." He stated this in the expectation that she would release him. "You don't have to go this low," he attempted to convince her, but upon looking into her eyes, he saw desperation, dread, and misery.

"An admirable attempt, Marcus, however, my mind is made up when I chose you," Daniella responded.

Marcus was confronted with the truth that nothing was more hazardous than a mad lady at that moment. "You cannot treat me this way! I've got job to do, and-"

"How much is it?" She cut him off in the midst of his explanation. "Put a price on it, Mr. Madrigal."

"I am not in need of your funds, Dani! Allow me to depart and I will quickly forget about this occurrence!”

"I'm sorry," she remarked as she removed the pet cone from his neck because it appeared to be causing him discomfort. "Behave, or I'll reattach this to your neck!" She admonished him.

Marcus showed no fear in the face of her warning regarding the pet cone. "I'm not sure why you're being forced to do this, Dani." His voice was quiet, like that of a father explaining something to his daughter.

"Will you just shut your mouth?" She shouted at him as she unzipped and took down her trousers. Her blouse then fell to the floor. Daniella hesitated to undress while his gaze was fixed on her, but she told herself that now is not the time to be timid. "Now, remain still and do not move." She commanded, despite the fact that the shrink wrap would make it impossible for the guy to move freely.

His eyes widened as she carefully removed her underpants, and she did it without hesitation. Marcus was fearful that the woman may have a sexually transmitted disease due to her experience. He was a tough person, he reminded himself again as he searched for a way out of Daniella's clutches.

Daniella shook her head as Marcus struggled to release himself from the shrink wrap. "Stop moving!” She shouted at him.

"No! You should be the one to be reasonable! Let me go right now!" Marcus reacted as he noticed the scissor in her palm was heading straight for his peak.

She sliced a hole near his zipper with the scissor. It was sufficient for her to unzip his pants and expose his manhood. When his erection sprung up from his boxers, she shrieked. Marcus was unquestionably a sex bomb!

He averted his gaze when Daniella began to touch him. It was delicate, and he despised himself for reacting to her touch. Or should he claim that he has replied to her suggestion of coercing him...even earlier?

"You are disrespectful...and self-centred!" He blamed her as the lady abruptly ascended to the heights of his erect manhood.

For a moment, she was confused about whether to let him go or not, but as she glanced towards his massive erection, she panicked. “I- I don’t know what to do,” she admitted the truth.

“Then, untie me, and it will be easier. Let’s do it the right way,” he answered.

She was sceptical about his statement but she decided to trust him. Slowly, she untied him, unwrapped him, and set him free. However, before he has the time to move away from her, she positioned herself on top of him.

He gasped in surprise, but it was too late! His body reacted differently at their close proximity. “What are you doing?”

She was frightened by the friction she created while moving around him and chastised herself for loving the sensation of his manhood pressing against her clitoris.

Daniella sat on top of his manhood and attempted to bury the abrasive muscle within her, but it would not pass. She attempted once more and failed. Her forehead was drenched in sweat as she continued to walk.

Marcus smiled discreetly when he understood Daniella was not an experience seeker. According to her movement, she was a novice or perhaps a first-timer. When he heard her curse loudly, he knew she was frustrated. While he may be excited, he would never assist her.

Never!

However, she continued to rub herself against his erection, and for heavens sake, he was hardly a saint! Daniella's bare figure was even more stunning when she sat on him. Marcus chastised himself for his admiration of her unappreciated beauty. Daniella appeared oblivious of her beauty, which made her even more appealing to him. However, it must come to an end! Marcus attempted to divert his attention away from his thoughts by visualizing the horses and cows at Hacienda Velasquez.

Marcus felt her eyes were just captivating, and that was the worst mistake he had ever made. Daniella's eyes were so expressive and lively that when he gazed, he was immediately immersed in their depth.

Marcus attempted to shift his attention and thoughts for the second time, but it was too late. He was immediately taken with the woman's attractiveness, and his body reacted to her little and uncertain motions.

The silky flesh rubbing against the tip of his manhood was already moist, and Marcus was well aware that the woman would eventually succeed in taking him completely.

"No!” He protested when the woman used her hand to guide his erection inside her, and then, he cautioned her. Marcus observed her gorgeous eyes widen as her body was pierced by anguish. As she scolded him for his size, a single tear ran down her face. "Are you all right?" He inquired, to which the woman replied with another curse.

"I was not advised that it is really painful!"

She stared daggers at Marcus for having the audacity to inquire about her well-being. Naturally, she was not fine! She would never be normal again unless the strange item that connected their bodies was removed from her. She moaned in agony as she attempted to move and extricate herself from Marcus.

"This is going to kill me! Shit, this is going to kill me!"

For the nth time, she cursed him, and she cursed her ignorance about the agonizing process of fusing two bodies. However, why did individuals appear to appreciate it while it was unbearably painful?

"Didn't I warn you?" Marcus arched his brows as he locked his gaze on her.

Daniella wanted to weep for a minute and was terrified to move away from him. She had the sensation that her body was being split in half! "You should have informed me of your size!" She ultimately blamed the wrapped man, and Marcus burst out laughing.

"Are you serious, Dani?" You expected me to warn you about it? You are an improbable lady!" Marcus was enraged and frustrated.

He was upset with himself since he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand being buried inside her body and unable to move. If he decided to be a savage, it would be traumatizing for her, which enraged him. Why would he care about her first encounter when it was the woman who desired it in the first place?

Daniella supported herself by placing her hands on his chest. Her lower body was numb from inactivity for an extended period of time, and she want to alter her posture.

As she dropped her body towards his chest, both of her large breasts dangled in front of his gaze, and he was enticed to taste her softness. He closed his eyes as Daniella began to slide away from him, raising her buttocks. Marcus considered this as he fought his need and lust from taking over his sanity.

She gradually lifted her bottom away from him, but returned to her old position when it became too uncomfortable. Then she attempted again and again, until she realized his eyelids were closed firmly.

He did his best to contain it, but her small up and down motions gave him so much pleasure that he felt expanded while within her body. Daniella must have felt it as well, since it was written all over her face.

She no longer felt the ache, and something more pleasant and pleasant took its place. It was hot and ticklish. To be honest, she preferred the new sensation, and she finally understood why men would murder for a woman.

"Oh, now I like it." She stated, oblivious to the fact that her actions had wreaked havoc on the man.

He was not a hypocrite, and denying that he loved her company was the height of hypocrisy. As it had already occurred, the least he could do was appreciate the moment and disregard the implications.

Daniella's motions got more daring, and she rocked her body against his in a rhythmic pattern that caused Marcus to lose control and he was unable to stop his body from seeking relief. He moaned in the manner of a wounded tiger, relieved and satiated. Marcus moved his body and matched her every movement till she found her own pleasure when his seed was implanted within her womb.

She was taken aback as she felt the hot liquid coursing through her. While Daniella relished the historic moment of her first orgasm, she felt she had succeeded in her endeavor to conceive. However, when she tried to detach herself from him, he didn’t let her. She narrowed her eyes at the man, but he just chuckled in response.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he announced, and before she knew it, their position has changed, and he was on top of her.

In the end, she got what she wanted. She lost her virtue, and if she would be luckier, then, she would give birth soon! She should be happy but she couldn’t be happy. She felt there was something wrong, and she did something wrong just to fulfill something in a stupid testament.

Following the wonderful moment, she felt sad for the ladies, since the procedure of childbirth was so cruel and barbarous. While it was true that she felt something pleasant in between, it was insufficient to compensate for her lost virtue, and once the act was through, she was at a loss for what to do next.

However, what if she failed to conceive on her first attempt? Was she to ask Marcus to do it again, or would any male suffice?

As his manhood shrunk in size, she had little difficulty separating herself from him. Prior to going to the bathroom to wash, her eyes were stuck to his regular size and determined that it did not appear as threatening when she was weary. Following her self-cleansing, she fetched a damp towel and wiped him.

“Did you have a good time?” He inquired, and her cheeks suddenly became crimson red.

"Yes, thank you,” she replied.

“Can I go now?”

"Of course," she said as she re-dressed and collected her checkbook to sign a cheque. "This is a cashier's check, Marcus. Utilize it wisely," she advised him.

"I don't need your money!" Marcus yelled!