Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 72: Fire of Desire

Chapter 72: Fire of Desire

Marcella’s entire face went hot as he gently nibbled on her cheek.

She held her breath and her lips trembled. Her eyelashes quivered as she tightly shut her eyes.

"My dad was humiliated by facing the law, Tony..." She opened her eyes. "If he had stopped when I asked him to, maybe..."

Tony supported his hands on the wall and pulled back from her. He leaned so that he could be at eye level with her. With his mouth slightly open, he breathed.

"Everett. That’s what the nice cop called him. I want him to~"

"His face will be in the papers and he will lose his pension. I promise," Tony said.

"You’re not mad at me, are you?" she held his cheek.

His eyes were glistening and droopy. He must be disappointed. They had a pretty nice evening and she ruined it with her mood. She didn’t regret what she did but only the method she relayed her feelings.

"You make it easy to voice my thoughts and I... I turned out to be a terrible person, didn’t I? I’m sure you’re already regretting~"

Before she finished, he leaned closer and pressed his lips on hers.

"Never," he said and kissed the tip of her nose.

Marcella’s face tingled by this unexpected contact and she closed her eyes throwing up her head on the wall.

"I will never regret marrying you. You can find reasons to blame me but never blame yourself for showing your emotions," he said. She could feel his breath on her lips. She felt the warmth of his fingers on her hand and held her breath.

He interlocked his fingers in hers.

"I was not...blaming you..." she mumbled and took in a hard breath. "I was trying to..." Her voice cracked as he leaned on her. She could feel his crotch on her and she held her breath.

She could feel what he wants from her. She was willing to give it to him. But she felt like there were a lot they needed to address before that. She needed to prepare herself.

"Don’t apologize, Marcella..." he whispered in her ear. "I love it when you’re open. You don’t have to be careful around me. I can take what you throw at me."

Love, he says...

Marcella opened her eyes. "You’re all talks and~"

Tony crashed his lips on hers. His eyes were open. As he nibbled on her lips he stared right into her eyes. Her heart started beating like a drum staring into his intense eyes.

He wanted her and she could see it in his eyes.

"My daily kiss," he whispered pulling back.

"If this is...then, what was that... just some time ago?" she asked. This probably is the second kiss. Or... Does the kisses on the cheek count? Then how many kisses...

Tony chuckled. "Miss DeAngelo might have been fuzzy but I don’t remember fixing a number..."

"You’re taking it without asking," she said hiding the pounding of her heart.

"It doesn’t flow well if I ask each time, I thought. If you prefer, I can ask..." he stared right at her.

"You don’t look like you mean it, Tony," she pushed him.

Tony chuckled. "I do not want to ask my wife’s permission each time I want to kiss her. Am I a scoundrel for that?" he asked.

Marcella shook her head and walked to the closet.

"Marcella, am I?" he repeated. "I will stop if you ask me to. I will not do anything you don’t like!"

Marcella hid her face inside the clothes. Her heart was racing so hard she thought she would faint out of excitement.

"Won’t you answer me?" Tony asked standing by the bedroom door.

"Will you stop shouting? We don’t want to wake the baby," she spoke in a hushed voice peeking out from the closet.

It was then she noticed the wetness on her blouse.

"Oh, shit!" She ran out.

"What?" Tony followed her as she rushed to the bathroom. He paused by the door seeing her unbuttoning her shirt.

Marcella started washing the blouse in the washbasin in a hurry. "My blouse... Ah, I shouldn’t have worn my beautiful peach blouse... F*ck!" she mumbled as she scrubbed the blouse.

Tony’s eyes left her face and traveled South. The water splashed everywhere as she scrubbed her blouse and splattered on her olive skin. In the warm light, the water droplets glittered like gold. Her bra got wet. She was wearing a cotton bra and it stuck to her skin.He could vaguely see her...

*Ehem*

He cleared his throat. He wanted to push her to the wall and bang her then and there. How can she be this unaware? Did she forget that...

He squinted his eyes and looked at her belly. The water dripping down was red in color.

She’s bleeding?

The wound!

"Did you scratch the scab?" he rushed to her side. Her wound was healed. The process was very slow as the wound was deep but finally, the scab formed. She must have accidentally scratched the scab and that’s why she’s bleeding.

"Throw that shirt in the trash!" he shouted.

He couldn’t believe she was focusing on a piece of clothing when she was bleeding.

"Let me look at your wound!" Tony got the wet blouse from her hand and threw it inside the wash basin.

"Wait," Marcella tried to get her shirt but she was carried out of the bathroom.

"Tony!" Marcella clung to his neck. "I can walk..."

He glared at her and she shut her mouth. It was her favorite blouse and she will save it at any cost.

"It’s just a little blood. I’m not going to die..." She stopped seeing Tony’s glare.

He threw her on the couch.

"Oww!" she rubbed her back.

For someone who was worried for her, he sure almost broke her spine. What a weird guy!

Marcella checked the wound. Almost half of the scab was rolled up. She didn’t remember when that happened. The bleeding was arrested to some extent.

Tony came back with the first aid box. He pushed her forehead to make her lie on her back. As he wiped the blood off, Marcella could see his hand through the gap between her twin peaks.

Holy f*ck! I am in my underwear!

Maybe she was already drenched, or because of the realization, she felt a shiver run through her spine.

She quickly picked up a throw pillow and hugged it.

"Tch," Tony clicked his tongue. "I can’t see...." He pulled the pillow from her hand.

Marcella shook her head. "No, Tony... No..."

Tony stopped pulling on the pillow for a moment. The serious line on his lips turned to a smirk.

He pulled the pillow with more force and she couldn’t hold on to it anymore. The pillow fell on the floor with a thump and Marcella felt a fire getting ignited in her lower abdomen seeing the desire in his eyes.