As he sat looking down at the small arena two men came dragging both brothers before removing their restrains and gags. Both men looked around them as if searching for some form of exit as they saw Nyasha walked towards them holding a whip in her hand.

Cracking the whip they stood to attention looking at her. They looked well taken care of, Marcel thought to himself as he looked at the idiots. If he had his way they would be dead by now, rotting away with their father.
"Gentlemen," Nyasha's voice resonated as he realized she had on a microphone.
The men thundered into a roar of joy which was something he had never seen before making him sit up as he admired his wife.

She turned to look in his direction just as her papa and Neil arrived joined by Tariro.
"Marcellus, pleasure to see you again," she smiled as he embraced her pecking her cheek.
"Pleasure seeing you as well," he said before greeting the other two gentlemen.
"So are they the two who hurt her?" She asked looking towards the brothers.
"Yes," Marcel whispered just as he saw the arena doors open as a truck backed up into the arena.

He kept his eyes on her forgetting about the truck. She seemed to sense his gaze as she looked in his direction their eyes locking.
"Why is she down there?" He asked.
"Having fun," Neil said as he relaxed back in his seat taking his wife's hand.

"What do you...." He stopped as he heard the roar which made everyone yell in excitement.
Nyasha raised a finger to her lips all the while wearing a smirk as everyone became silent. She really knew how to control this crowd.
Turning off her mic she gave a shape whistle as the truck door opened allowing a full grown tiger to step out. The beast moved towards her as she placed her hand on his head making the hairs on his neck stand as she crouched down to hug the creature.

"How?" He whispered watching the interaction between her and the beast.
"She has a knack for taming beasts," her father smirked looking at him.
"Any creature for that's matter," Neil said with pride.
"I'm sure you know what they are talking about?" Tariro said with a smirk as she looked away from him when her husband tugged her arm. "What he is now a compliant man unlike before," she said as Neil smiled at her.

Marcel turned back to the arena watching as Nyasha stood up as the tiger stood beside her sitting when she commanded it. Raising the whip she struck both men twice drawing blood in an instant. When the truck had left no one noticed as all eyes where on the occupants of the arena.

"I am sure your father will be waiting for you once we are done here," she said before turning on her mic.

"Gentlemen allow me to introduce you to one of my pets, Gregorio. You see my baby hasn't had a meal since yesterday," she said walking away from them. "Now. What I have planned for you is less painful than what my papa or brother would have done. But this is my punishment for you, if you can block out the pain, I suggest you do so now," she smiled.

"Your father died an easy death," she said as both men charged towards her stopping when numerous safety pins went off. Stopping in their tracks everyone had their guns aimed at them except for her family. Marcel was already on his feet moving towards the arena stopping when he saw this. Looking back he saw her family looking relaxed as her father simply nodded she continue.

"You know what I hate long speeches, don't you gentlemen?" She said tilting her head to the side as she rolled up her whip.
Clapping her hands Gregorio moved from him spot towards her as she rubbed his fur walking away from them as guns were slowly put away.

"I hope you placed your bets fellas," she smiled walking towards the exit. "Cause my money is on the older one dying last," she chuckled.
"Kill," she commanded as the gates closed behind her.

Marcel waited for her to return before he was at peace. Junior's cries for help were drowned by the cheering of the blood hungry crowd making Marcel turn to the arena watching as he was torn from limb to limb.

"Okay I must confess. Your punishment is better than mine," he said seeing Andy stand frozen as his brother was devoured.
"Thank you baby," she said giving him a light kiss. "Come there are some 'powerful' people I would like you to meet."
Leading him away from the stands she pulled him towards a room that was dimly lit each had a cob ice facing the arena.
"These are some of the people Carlos double crossed or hurt in one way or another," she said as they walked past each cubicle seeing government officials, even Vice Presidents of some of the most powerful nations.

He remained silent all the while as he was left stunned as she spoke fluent mandarin with the Chinese ambassador. Easily switching from dialect to dialect with each individual she greeted.
"You are just full of surprises aren't you?" He smiled as he pulled her into his arms.
"Well what can I say," she smiled shyly.
"Come on let's go sit down. You need to rest," he said taking her hand.
"Very well," she sighed.

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"When am I going to have my fun," he asked with a pout making her laugh.
"I had my fun, I'm sure you can take care of the rest. Papa said since you are part of the family you can use our resources and all the men know this," she said as he pulled her closer to him.
"Thank you," he said with a devilish smile as he wrapped his arms around her feeling her small ones over his.
Her breathing evened out as he lay awake looking at her. To think he thought he had her fooled when she was the one fooling with him.

A moan escaped her lips bringing forth an unwanted result especially in this instance when she needed her rest. Waiting a while longer was no use as he left to take a cold shower before checking in his son.

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Not once did he remove his eyes from her a devilish smile on his lips as she played with her food.
"So do you accept my proposition Marcellus," McGregor said leaning back in his chair as Marcel slowly turned his gaze away from her.
"Give me a day to think over your proposal sir," Marcel smiled sipping his wine as he placed his hand on her thigh making her look at him in question.

"How is your father?" Mr McGregor said as Marcel's hand hiked up to dangerous territory.
"He is very well. He sends his greetings as always," he said with a smirk as he felt her hand on top of his.

"Please excuse me," Nyasha said with a smile.
Both men stood up as she excused herself. A while later she returned taking her seat as the gentlemen discussed further business matters.
"Would you care for some desert sweetheart?"
"Yes pleased," she smiled sweetly placing her hand right close to his crotch making him sit up. "Hmmm, maybe some ice-cream," she said as her hand brushed against him feeling him harden. "How about that darling?" She said with a smile.
"My dear boy are you alright?" Mrs McGregor asked seeing his tense stature.
"Yes ma'am. I am alright," he said giving her a satisfactory smile as he grabbed Nyasha's hand stopping her.

Calling over the waiter he placed her order as he continued to speak with Mr McGregor, his hand still holding hers out of harms way.

Leaning towards her he whispered into her ear. "Try that one more time and I will definitely f**k you so hard everyone will know my full name," he whispered as her breath hitched. He handed her, a glass of water which she gladly took just as their deserts arrived.

Saying goodnight to the old couple he guided her out of the restaurant. Sitting across from her she stared outside admiring the lit up city enjoying the peace. Turning to look at her husband she found his eyes on her a smile on his lips.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked as he shook his head no looking away from her making her frown as she decided to not push him.
A while later she found his eyes on her with a look she knew all too well as his eyes held her captive a smirk on his lips.

"Now why did you remove your underwear?" He asked making her look away in embarrassment clenching her legs tightly together.

Her lips parted as she let out the breath she had been holding. It had been a while since they made love and clearly he was starving.

Crossing her legs she moved closer to the door avoiding his eyes. She knew one look and she would unravel in an instant.

Once the car stopped she quickly left the car heading straight to their room. She needed a shower, to remove the evidence of her arousal.

She stilled when she heard a light tap on the shower door.
"I will be done in a minute," she said reaching for her towel only to find it gone. "Marcel," she called out just as the door opened revealing her husband, without a stitch of clothing on.

"Marcel what are you doing?" She asked stepping back as he entered the shower closing the door.
"Taking a shower love, what does it look like?" He asked reaching for the gel behind her. "Were you done?" He asked stepping closer to her reaching for a sponge.
"I...no...I mean yes," she stuttered as she felt his nature rising.

"Could you scrub my back?" He said turning around.
"Of course," she said as she touched his skin feeling the heat radiating from him as his muscles relaxed under her touch.
"I know you love to touch me baby, but do you want to turn into a prune in here?" He asked as she ran the soapy sponge over his chest bringing her out of her trance as he cupped her cheeks. "I will finish up in here," he said opening the door for her as her gaze dropped down making her visibly gulp.

By the time he left the bathroom she was already sound asleep. He didn't expect her to be awake since he had to take a cold shower after she left.

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"What?" She smiled shyly as they had breakfast.
"Just admiring my darling wife," he said sipping his orange juice.
"With that look?" She asked as he chuckled reaching across the table to take her hand.
"With what look?"
"The I'm going to eat you alive kind of look," she smirked.
"Now would it be a crime for a husband to eat up his wife? Matter of fact I am rather hungry," he said giving her a wink as he ate more of his breakfast.
"You have a way with words," she said trying not to smile at him.

"Sweetheart I thought you knew that already. My tongue is very talented," he said as she looked at him in question. "And so is the rest of me," he said as she smiled looking away from him.
"I'll have you know, it's working," she said seeing his smirk as she crossed her legs.
"It better be, because once we get started there is going to little sleep involved," he said standing up. "Might even work those asthma attacks out of your system," he suggested making her laugh.

"I have to go now love," he murmured against her ear. "Have meetings all day," he said in a bored tone cupping her cheek before giving her a light kiss.
She said watching him walk of the room thinking of a way to get back at him. He was pushing all the right buttons at his own expense but the control he had impressed her.

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"Get this disgrace of a proposal out of my sight!" He growled just as his intercom buzzed. "What?" He snapped.
"Sir you have a visitor."
"Did they make an appointment?"
"No sir."
"Tell me exactly why are you still working here?" He growled.
"Sir it is your wife," his secretary said timidly.
"Let her through," he snapped.

As soon as she entered his office she locked the door. He sat stunned by her appearance, she had on skinny jeans that showed her figure to perfection itself if there wasn't anything like that, paired with a shirt that would make any man salivate at her sight. This woman might look unattractive to others after having his child, but he knew there and then that she would always have his blood rushing no matter what. All the while he said nothing as she placed a bag on the table as his eyes followed her actions.
She sat down crossing her legs before patting the spot beside her as he moved out of his seat to sit beside her.

"Good afternoon darling," she said with a smile as she opened the lunch-boxes stopping when his hand went over hers.
"I'm sorry," he said looking tired.
"There is no need to be sorry with me baby. You should be apologizing to that poor fellow who looked like he was about to cry," she said worriedly.
"I will," he sighed looking tired.
"And you need to rest," she said continuing with her task.

"I can't. The managers were playing whilst I was away."
"You just remind them who is boss, if that doesn't work I will be more than happy to help around the office," she said holding up a pineapple slice to his lips.
"Now you know I wouldn't mind having you here," he said as she handed him a plate of food.
"Yes darling, I know," she chuckled as they shared their lunch.

"Food from you always tastes much better," he whispered as he fed her some of his food.
"Now how do I know you aren't just saying that because you can?"
"I can show you," he whispered rubbing a finger against her lip as she parted them slightly for his pleasure before she shut them remembering her own agenda.

"What if I don't want you to just show me?" She said slowly undoing his shirt smiling when he responded to her touch as she ran her hands over his chest.
"That can be arranged," he said as she started kissing his neck going down his happy trail.
"Can it, now?" She smirked biting her lips seeing his prominent bulge.
"I am positive," he whispered as she undid his belt buckle.

"Will you apologize to that poor boy for snapping at him?" She asked pulling down his zipper.
"Yes ma'am," he said as he felt her fingers moving up towards his chest before he heard a surprised gasp.

"Oh my gosh, I have a meeting," she shot up as he tried to grab ahold of her quickly moving away from him.
Looking at her he realized she was still fully clothed whilst his shirt and pants were undone. Straightening himself out he watched her pack away the remainder of the food before she gave him an innocent smile.

"Bye baby. Don't be late for dinner?" She beamed as she exited his office.

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After putting Mario to bed she waited up for him to come home looking at the watch it was already 9pm. She knew he was alright, no one would come near them again, not after the talk her boys had with her papa.

He found her sitting up in bed, working on her laptop deep in thought such that she didn't even hear him come in.

"Sweetheart?" He called out to her, snapping her out of her trance.
She looked up at him before turning back to her laptop ignoring him.
"Baby forgive me for being late for supper. I got held up at work," he said looking sorry.
"Your food is in the microwave," she said closing her laptop. "You need to eat," she said not once looking at him.

"Not until you look at me!" He growled making her eyes snap in his direction.
"Don't you dare try to turn the tables around. I asked you to be home early today. Every other day I let you be because I know you are busy," she snapped as he yanked his tie off.

"Well forgive me for trying to make a living for my family. I went with you to seek revenge on those scumbags, neglecting my office in the process."
"Whose fault was it that those idiots kidnapped me!" She spat as his eyes widened in anger.

"If you hadn't lied about your identity we wouldn't be in this situation!"
"Excuse me! You are the idiot who created this whole mess. If I had know I married a weakling who can't swallow their own pride and admit when they are, wrong I wouldn't have bothered sticking around," she said in a low voice filled with anger so as to not wake Mario up. She shook with anger, as they now stood looking at each other.

He was looking deep into her eyes trying to read her. Through all the touching and kissing these past few days, he knew she didn't mean it. She only wanted to hurt him, angry with him for being late for dinner. He smirked thinking over the fact that they were fighting just because he came in late for supper.

Reaching for her hand she moved away from him as she spat, "Touch me if you no longer want that hand."

He took a step forward as she took one back placing her hands up to stop him as he moved until they lay on his chest.
Silently he gently took her hand pulling it down to his crotch as their eyes remained locked watching her swallow as he stopped exactly where he wanted.

"This is what arguing with you does to me. This is what thinking about you, does to me. Kissing you, touching you, I can't control myself around you my love," he said in a husky voice as she looked away from him.

Turning her head to face him he leaned down stealing her breath in a kiss so tantalizingly soft and full of emotion he felt something salty as he pulled away looking down at her.

"Please don't cry," he whispered kissing her tears away. "Forgive me for being late for dinner," he said softly as she nodded her head okay, looking up at him. He stared into her eyes looking for any other evidence of tears threatening to escape but found none.

"So if I touch you, what will become of my hands?" He asked with a smirk as he pulled her closer to him.

"You don't want to know," she smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer.
"Try me," he whispered.
"Go have your supper, then we will continue this conversation afterwards," she said before kissing him slowly before pulling away leaving him stunned.

"Only if you join me," he said scooping her up leaving her no choice than to leave with him.
"Fine," she sighed pretending to not be enjoying herself as he laughed at her.

He placed her on the counter before he grabbed the plate bringing it towards her feeding her some of the food even though she tried her best to refuse.

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"You do know we are going to have so much trouble today, right?" Marcel asked as he watched her button up her blouse.
"Why?"
"We aren't going to be doing much work, at work, unless I am working on you," he said as she rolled her eyes making him laugh.
"Is that what is always on your mind, my dear husband?" She purred as her eyes worked their way up his body most likely undressing him.

"Well amongst other things, I will not lie," he smirked. "Better yet, let's not go to work at all," he said undoing his tie.
"Marcel what are you doing?" She asked stopping doing her buttons up.
"For days you have been poking the beast. And I have let you have your fun, but no more," he said as he walked up to her yanking her shirt open as she gasped.

"I want you as much as you want me too," he said crushing his lips against hers before she could even respond.

"Marcel we have to go to work," she whispered as he removed her clothes.
"We will my love," he hummed as her hands moved to tug his shirt off.
"And your meetings?"
"Already canceled," he whispered into her ear before gently biting on her neck as she tilted her head back further to give him more access.

"Always the Boy Scout aren't you?" She smirked as he lifted her up.
"Always," he smiled shutting her up from asking further questions before any surfaced.

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