Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband -
Chapter 124: Giving Into Desire
Chapter 124: Giving Into Desire
Tony pecked her lips with a calm smile. "Why are you panicking? Didn’t you lock the door?" he asked fixing her hair.
"But..." Marcella gulped looking at the door.
"Get up and fix yourself, Birdie," he slapped her butt.
Rubbing her stinging backside, Marcella stood up. She quickly pulled out her mirror and fixed herself. Tony walked to the door running his fingers through his hair and fixing his shirt.
"Is it lunchtime already?" he asked opening the door. He was so casual. He did not sound nervous at all. Marcella would have thought he didn’t care about it if he wasn’t careful in covering her from whoever was outside.
"You all can go have lunch. I’ll take my wife to a fancy place uptown," Tony said.
There was a loud cheering sound outside and Stella asked Tony to bring them all to that fancy place.
"No!" Tony said plainly and closed the door.
The sound outside died down.
Marcella quickly fixed herself up. If her husband wants to treat her to a nice lunch, why would she not accept it? She was happy.
They went to lunch and after handling some other arrangements for their wedding party, Tony returned to his office and Marcella returned home.
Days passed. They gave their invitations to many influential people in the city. Marcella was surprised to learn of the connections Tony had with many elites. They all seemed to have an idea of who he married. Some were eager to talk to her, others looked at her with skeptical amusement. She didn’t care about what others thought of her. Tony surrounded her with his protective aura and she held her head high.
While she was not with Tony, she took care of the renovations in her family home. She asked Tony’s opinion. He didn’t have any. Even for their bedroom décor, he had no suggestions except for a desk where he might store his papers.
She was not well into the idea of bringing his work into their bedroom. He looked at her pitifully. "You took my in-between clothes. You cannot take my night-time reading too," he said with the face of a kicked puppy.
She couldn’t say no to him.
She also changed the wallpapers to suit her style. She had a pretty childish bedroom back then. It was cringy to look at. There were some issues with the plumbing and the electrical lines and the roof needed some fixing.
She thought everything would take months at the least but the work was progressing quickly. Turns out, money achieves a lot.
The plans they made for the gang came along well too. Henry was making arrangements for opening a private detective agency. Tony moved things behind the scenes and the preparations all went smoothly. Randy too hired some journalists and reporters to start on his magazine.
John Emerson called her a couple of times and she did spend some time with those agents in the gun range. It was an interrogation as usual and Marcella was careful with them. They were disappointed that Tony couldn’t get caught.
John did tell her that Romano was making connections with the yakuza. Marcella thought about Mr. Yamaguchi. He didn’t call after offering his card. That was weird. She wondered if he found a better deal with Romano. Tony thought the same too. He was a little disappointed but he shrugged it off saying that these things are common in any business.
That day, she went to his office bringing Joey with her. She needed a suggestion about the contractor for the heating. She could have called him but it was lunchtime and she went there with a home-cooked meal. Of course, she made enough for his coworkers too. She’s now the unofficial food fairy of their office.
Every time she goes there with food, she sees pride in Tony’s eyes. It just makes her happy to see him happy.
She brought a special lunch for Tony. Tony let her in and closed the door behind her. She could hear the door lock.
Her heart skipped a beat. No way! She forgot his atrocious wish to have her in his office. She tried to protest but she was not let to speak.
Before she could say anything, his hand slipped between her legs and he pressed her against the wall. Without hesitation, his fingers tore open her pantyhose.
"Tony!" Marcella held his shoulder tightly.
"You’re wearing a midi dress. You’ll be fine," he said while he gently teased her sensitive spot.
Marcella threw her head back at the wall. His finger was teasing her over the fabric of her intimates but she got warm almost immediately. Tony held the back of her head with one hand while his other hand slipped inside her. Marcella gasped.
I’m in his office! His finger is inside me!
"You’re cute, Birdie," he pulled her closer and kissed her just as his finger slipped deeper.
Marcella moaned. Even she couldn’t discern whether she was protesting or enjoying. Maybe it was the environment—that fear mixed with the lust melting her insides, she lost herself in his touches.
"Unzip me," he gently bit on her earlobe. Marcella bit her lips as his fingers made a shameful slushing noise against her insides. "Birdie... touch me..."
She did what she was told without questioning. He didn’t stop and she slouched on his shoulder. This was the first time she made the bold effort to touch him. By this time, she had forgotten she was in his office.
"Tighter..." he grunted as he was not satisfied with the strength, she held him.
He got slower as she squeezed him tighter. Leaning on his shoulder, she could feel his heartbeat racing. A sweet smell emanated from him. Maybe he liked what she did, he loosened his tie and unzipped her dress.
She kissed him while holding him tighter as the cold air hit her bare shoulder. He carried her to his chair and she straddled him.
Marcella observed him as she worked on his length. The twitches in his face as she touched him were so adorable. His jaws were clenched as if he was angry but she knew he was not angry. His neck was exposed and his eyes closed as she increased her speed.
Interesting...
Her enjoyment was short-lived. Maybe he sensed her smirk, he put it out right away.
He pushed down her waist while guiding his member inside her, all without any notice. Marcella inhaled sharply.
"Move your hips, Birdie..."
There came the next command.
Marcella looked at him. He gently traced his fingertip along her spine. Looking into his magnetic eyes, she started moving.
It was an entirely different feeling being in that position. They were doing it only for so long and almost the same way. But this was different. She could feel him deep inside her. As she moved her hips, he slid deep inside her and buried his face in her breasts. The warmth spread all over her and without knowing, she started moving as she pleased making sure all her sweet spots lit up with pleasure.
Ah... this is so wrong and so... good!
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