Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 155: He Figured It

Chapter 155: He Figured It

Marcella leaned on his chest as he hugged her from behind. The sound of splashing water was soothing. Marcella smiled looking at the lit candles around. She picked up the glass of wine Tony topped for her. He had opened an expensive wine for the occasion. She loved it.

"What are you planning on doing after getting me drunk?" she asked. "I might fall asleep..." she giggled. She was already tipsy.

"Like you will," Tony pinched her waist.

Marcella yelped and her wine spilled into the tub.

"You spilled the wine!" she shouted. She scooted away from him and looked at him. Her eyes went wide and clearer.

"Now you’re awake," Tony leaned and kissed her nose.

"Prick!" Marcella slapped his arm.

Tony laughed.

Marcella scooted to the other edge of the tub and sat facing him. Tony smiled at her and picked up the bottle. "Here," he offered to top up the glass once more.

Marcella emptied the glass before tilting the glass toward him. He filled the glass to the brim. She leaned back and took slow sips of the wine.

"Next time, add rose petals to the water," she said playing with the water. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open and struggled to stay awake.

"As you wish, my lady," Tony bowed.

Marcella chuckled and threw water at him. Tony tried to grab her but she lifted her leg. She ended up stopping him with her foot on his chest. Her brain was functioning dead slowly but even she realized that he might consider it disrespectful.

Am I disrespecting my husband by kicking him on his chest?

She wondered in her mind. She didn’t wonder for long as she saw Tony’s expression changing. The smile on his face was dwindling and he looked at her foot on his chest.

"Sor-" She couldn’t even complete her apology as a hiccup interrupted her. She shouldn’t have gotten drunk.

She patted her chest and placed the wine glass on the side. When she looked at him, he was still looking at her as if he was controlling something. Her foo was still on his chest.

With a gulp, Marcella tried to get her foot down but he grabbed her foot.

"Tony..." she bit her lips.

Maybe because she was too drunk, she didn’t think he was angry at her. He looked turned on. Or maybe it was her. When she felt the warmth of his lips on the bottom of her foot, every fiber of her being got excited as if electricity passed through her.

His fingers were firmly holding her ankle and he didn’t stop kissing her feet. Her toes curled. The water splashed on the floor as she grabbed the edges of he tub. Her back arched.

She met eyes with him. He smirked. "What a face you’re making!" he said clenching his jaws. Again, he didn’t look angry.

Marcella leaned back and closed her eyes. Her heart would burst open if she looked at him anymore.

Tony’s kisses moved up to her legs. The gentle aroma of the candles, the sound of water splashing, the distance sound of the romantic music... It was all perfect. Marcella almost slipped to darkness. She was sleepy.

Marcella woke up with a gasp as he bit her knee.

"Don’t fall asleep," Tony said. It was more of a pleading than a command.

Marcella smiled. "You shouldn’t have let me drink this much..." She had to blink hard to see him properly.

"Should I let you sleep then?" he asked.

With just her knee and shoulders up the water level, she looked erotic. The warm lights of the candles made her skin glow as if she were releasing the sun in her. Her lips were red and alluring, her eyes were mesmerizing. A bunch of her hair was hanging by her ears with pearl-like water droplets adorning them. He wanted to sink himself inside her.

Did he care that she was drunk? A little. He would love her participation in the lovemaking he wanted. It would be no fun without her input. She had a way of titillating him with just the flutter of her lashes and her beguiling moans would floor him.

Marcella giggled. "Will you let me sleep?" she got on her knees and crawled to him. With the tip of her nose almost touching his, she blew on his face. "Who will douse the fire burning in my lower belly then?"

Tony wrapped his arms around her shoulders and while kissing her, he carried her to bed.

"I’m wet..." She complained while giggling, "and cold!"

"Don’t worry... I’ll handle it... Your husband, here to serve you..."

Tony kissed her all over. Within a minute, she was warm all over. She wanted him in her core and he gave her what she wanted to her content. She moaned more than usual as he made effort to touch her everywhere.

"I love you, Marcella..." he said and that was enough to touch her heart. She enjoyed her togetherness with him.

When Tony finished, already hours had passed. Marcella’s legs were too weak to even walk and she laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. "Neanderthal!" she hit his head playfully and he chuckled.

"Don’t forget that we played on an equal field," he kissed the nook of her neck.

"Get off!" Marcella pushed him away but he insisted on lying on her chest. She let him rest on her. She found him endearing.

As his breath warmed her chest, she ran her fingers through his thick hair. He drew lazy circles on her shoulder. His hair tickled her chest but she didn’t have the energy to move.

"I will never try to control you, Birdie," he said meeting her eyes.

Marcella didn’t know why he said that. It came out of nowhere.

Tony could see the bewilderment on her face. She probably didn’t realize it yet but he had figured out why she got mad at him.

It was something she brought up. She brought up writing a list and get his approval. It took him hours to realize it but he understood why she brought up that.

Her life in the past ten years had been filled with a lot of trauma. Aiden added to it by being controlling.

Marcella was not an irrational person. She would have understood his position on Beth. What she couldn’t accept was him forbidding her from entering their house.

He had the right just like she had the right to forbid someone from their house. But she saw it as him trying to control her. He wanted to clarify it to her.