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As soon as I stopped in the garage to unlock the doors, Marika immediately hurried out of the salon. She went to the door and pulled it, but to her displeasure it was locked. She glanced toward the car entrance, and I felt her sanity struggle with the desire to show character once again.

– Don’t, – I warned, setting the alarm on the car.

She pursed her lips and turned away, showing me the rear view for the umpteenth time that evening. A beautiful curve of the back, small elastic buttocks… What the hell?!

Irritated with myself, I unlocked the door, pointed to her with a nod to the exit, and she immediately went to the house. In her every movement, in every exhalation, she felt undisguised discontent. I wonder what she found in that klutz whom she jumped out to marry? With her temperament…

– I won’t be here until morning, – I snapped before she went into her room. – No nonsense, Marika.

– But the fact that? – I asked with a challenge. Will you teach another lesson?

I did not answer, only pushed the door of the room, showing her its place. But she was in no hurry to enter. So she stood, burning me with her eyes, while I could hardly restrain the desire to push her inside and fuck her right on the unmade narrow bunk. The girl must have sensed that she was playing with fire, for she did not pull any further. Before she darted toward her, I caught a flicker of apprehension in her eyes. That’s better. For her, sure.