Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 98: Sweet Torture

Chapter 98: Sweet Torture

Thinking he can have his scandalous office kiss with his beloved, Tony walked to her. As he was about to grab her waist, she turned.

"What?" Marcella jerked back seeing Tony right in her face. "Move," she walked around him and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked.

He was not pleased she was walking away. He was right at the precipice of touching the sky and now the sky is moving further away.

"I’ll ask someone’s help. How come no one minds that your office is like...a pigsty?" she squinted her face.

"Pig... sty?" Tony gulped.

His heart sank to his stomach. He was flying high to have his wife in the privacy of his office room. But she pulled him down to the trenches with just a word.

"You can call me a pig but you cannot call my office room a pigsty..." he huffed.

He was not mad at her for calling his room a pigsty, his disappointment was more about her avoiding his kiss, although she didn’t know he wanted to kiss her.

"Really?" Marcella folded her arms over her chest.

Tony gulped. "Sure..." he looked around. It did look terrible. He didn’t realize it has gone this bad. "It might look... It’s just..." he took a deep breath.

"Look, Marcella," he pointed his finger at her. Marcella raised her brows.

"I don’t allow anyone inside my room. Even the janitor cleans the floor alone and that too in my presence. You don’t have to call anyone else. Just... You sit. I’ll clean this all in just a few seconds," he snapped his fingers. "Just watch. Heh," he scoffed. "Pigsty? She calls my room a pigsty. I’ll show you... I’ll show you..."

He grumbled under his breath. Marcella walked to his chair and sat down as he asked her. It was funny to watch him grumbling like an old man. She didn’t know what set him off. He didn’t seem angry more like he was disappointed. She didn’t find the need to apologize though. She meant what she said.

Marcella watched Tony cleaning. Some of the papers lying around were from months ago and are not even important. He piled them up to be shredded. Within thirty minutes, he finished with the papers. Marcella noticed that the room was not that dirty once the papers were removed.

He then arranged his drawers and Marcella proceeded to have a look at his clothes. If they are all sprawled there, they must be dirty.

"I’ll ask someone to take them to the wash," he said as she finished picking them up.

"I can wash them at home and I’ll leave the suits with the dry cleaners on the way," Marcella said. "Why do you have a dresser here? And how many clothes do you own?" she asked opening the dresser. Inside the dresser were a couple of shirts.

"Ah, my white linen shirt. Was it here all the time? I thought I lost it," Tony said peeking from behind.

Marcella ended up laughing. "Oh my God, Tony! How did you become this... snob?" she asked.

"Snob?" Tony scoffed. "It’s called being an adult."

"Or a bachelor..." Marcella shook her head. "I’ve heard bachelors live like pigs and now I have proof."

"It’s not about that. Do you think men cannot do laundry? There is no rule stating that men cannot do laundry," he said.

"Of course, not. It’s probably in your DNA," Marcella laughed.

"It’s not about DNA either. Look at you! You’re probably the only woman this obsessed with washing," he said. "I don’t even have a pile now. You’re like a frog trapping flies, except you rap clothes."

"Oh, God!" Marcella laughed. "And what’s the worse I do? Leave clean clothes for you? Ah, the horror! The humanity! Who’d care for little Antony’s dirty pile of clothes that belong nowhere," she let out an exaggerated sigh. "Too clean for the laundry basket and too dirty for the closet..." she spoke in a deep voice imitating him.

"You little..." Tony tried to grab her.

Marcella laughed and ran to the door. "I’m not getting caught by you, Tony!"

Before she could reach the door, Tony reached her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to his chest. Marcella struggled her way forward. He let her move until she could touch the door.

Just as she reached the knob, he pressed himself on her. She could feel his breath on her ear and his chest was pressed against her back. Still with his arm around her waist, he grabbed her chin with his other hand.

Marcella could feel his warmth transferring through his body to hers. She knew what he wanted. "Tony, not here~ Ah!"

Before she finished speaking, he bit her earlobe and she yelped in pain. His forearm was nestling right in her cleavage and he lifted her head up holding her chin to face him.

Marcella turned to face him. There wasn’t even a millimeter space between them as they were closely pressed together. His warm breath fell on her face and the intimacy didn’t help with her already erratic heart.

She was lost for breath. She didn’t know whether her nose was blocked as it was not enough. She had to breath with her mouth too. And her chest felt full and burning as if she was drowning.

She probably was drowning—in his eyes.

This man is her husband and he wants her. He loves her and wants to take her. She was proud of herself. She felt pride to see the want in his eyes. It was nice to be the object of his desire.

The passion in those blue orbs was so intense that she couldn’t turn away. She held out her hands to hold the door for support. She didn’t know why she needed support. He was wrapped around every inch of her, supporting her.

Maybe she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Maybe that was the reason.

Just as her fingertips touched the hard surface of the door, Tony’s lips ended on her lips.

She moaned with just the little touch.

A surge of current passed through her entire body and to her lower abdomen. Tony hand holding her chin loosened as she closed her eyes. Slowly his hand lowered and rested on her clavicle. Just as his finger slipped inside the neckline of her dress, his tongue slipped inside her mouth.

Her legs went weak and she leaned forward. Tony took a step forward allowing her to grab the door. His big, rough hand glided over the smooth skin of her chest. He didn’t get inside her innerwear.

She let out a moan of displeasure as his hand got out.

"Not happy?" he hissed in her ear.

The next moment, he grabbed her mounds over her clothes.

"Mmm..." she bit her lips.

"Don’t make much noise, Birdie. Someone might be right outside that door. They might hear you... making sounds..." His hand didn’t stop teasing her peaks as he hissed in her ear.

She turned back and bit his lips. He cannot torture her like this.

Is it torture though? Would anyone want to be tortured? Why does she want this torture to go on?

It is a sweet torture.

Tony chuckled. It was a low rumble and it made her lower abdomen clench. "Can’t get enough of me, Birdie?"

He slipped his hand holding her waist down and pulled her skirt up. His boney finger trailed over her pantyhose and ended up on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Marcella felt blank. Well, not blank everywhere. All her senses were heightened and only her brain had numbed, except the part that senses pleasure.

She threw her head to the door and supported her forehead there as his hand grazed all over her. His finger pressed on the sensitive nub between her legs. The thin piece of fabric between her skin and his finger did nothing but because equipment of torment as she ached for the feeling of his finger on her.

Is this what it feels like? Lust?

*Bang* *Bang*

The knock on the door felt like someone hammering on her head as she was leaning on the door. She needed it to bring back her rationality. She was with her husband but not in the privacy of her home. She was in his workplace.

They shouldn’t be doing this.

"Tony," she had to push him away.

"No," he hugged her from behind. "Let’s not stop, Birdie..." he bit her earlobe.

"No, Tony," she spoke in a stern voice. "No."

"Do you feel it?" Tony asked.

"Feel what..."

As she was speaking, he rubbed his crotch on her back and there she felt his thick hard member.

He is ready to make love, she thought. Maybe I should let him take me.

A moment of weakness came over her and she swiftly turned and hugged him.

"Sweet Tony..." she placed her hand on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat racing just like hers.

*Knock* *Knock*

There was a knock at the door the second time bringing her out of her haze.