Marcel's POV

Her sweet saccharine laughter tore my gaze from the troublesome pair as I watched the man child twirl her around a smile of awe on his face. The kind of awe that questioned, where have you been all my life.

She was mine and I would surely break necks to keep it that way.

A small chuckle had me turning to face the old couple sitting with us.
"My boy I have been watching you for the past minute and by your grip on that knife it's clear what you want to do. Why don't you just go and claim what is yours," he smiled as Marcel looked at the table realizing his hand was curled around on of the knives payed out for his use.

My lips curled into a smile.
"Please excuse," I said standing up just as the lady who had caused all this trouble walked up to me grabbing my hand for a dance without question.
This was going to be a big problem, how could I reject a dance in front of all these people, her brother would surely pull out of the deal we were in the process of finalizing. After the one dance I worked my charm making her blush as she walked away with a deep blush.

Walking effortlessly through the crowd I reached the dance floor tapping the man, no man child, on his should as I watched the man child become tense.
"I think that's enough," I growled as the man looked at me thinking it was some other idiot.
Upon realization he stepped aside giving me my wife's hand in surrender.

Nyasha seemed rather relaxed as she starred into my eyes as we stood unmoving for a minute, reading each other.
Pulling her closer she snaked her arm up my shoulder as I placed mine on the small of her back before I led this dance.

"Did you see our guests?" She asked as my lips twitched into a knowing smirk.
"Hmmm," I murmured lazily pulling her closer to my body as the floor became crowded. Taking a deep breath I felt myself relax as I smelled my favorite aroma.

"You danced with her," she stated.
"You danced with him," I responded as she looked away from me.

"What are we going to do about them?"
"Find out what they want one way or the other," I replied.
"Hmmm," she responded lazily obviously tired.

"Are your feet still okay?" I asked her tightening my hold on her before lifting her off her feet onto my toes as we swayed to the music, not waiting for her response.
"What are we going to do?" She asked after some time as she rested her head on my shoulder.
"Keep each other's promise," I murmured as the song died down.

"And them?"
"Let's go see what they want. Better yet let's go somewhere private I am sure they will follow."

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Leading the way off the floor they walked away from the crowd stopping in the hallway.
"While we wait we can productive," he growled pushing her gently against the wall claiming her lips before she could protest. She tugged on his bottom lip as she ran her fingers through his hair tugging gently as his tongued slipped into her mouth. He kissed her with such brutal force she had to tug his hair tightly for him to slow down for her which he did immediately.

Pulling apart for some air, he took her lips once more, this time being gently as he sucked and nibbled on her lips, bringing fourth moans of pleasure from her as he licked her bottom lip asking for entrance which she did not give him, resulting in a low growl erupted from his chest as he pulled her close. She gasped feeling the bulge he was sporting as he took the opportunity to takes things further pinging her against the wall as he moved from her lip to her neck.

"When you are done just tell us," Malcolm said in disgust as Marcel slowly pulled away to admire his handiwork.
Her lips were now swollen from his attention as he wore a smirk.

"I hate it when we are interrupted," he murmured winning a smile from her.
"You and me both my love," she smiled running her tongue over her swollen lips.
"Why don't we just kill them?" He mumbled with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Now babe," she reprimanded with a raised brow. "And cool down," she whispered her hand trailing down between them. "Fast," she whispered as she felt him grow harder.

He smirked looking into her eyes as he cupped her cheek.
"Your eyes turn a shade darker every time you are turned on," he smiled.
"Do they?"
"Always brown, but darker almost black when aroused," he murmured as she smiled shyly.

Facing the two before them several man appeared behind them each definitely armed.
"Aaw baby, they brought puppies with them," she cooed as they all looked at her like she was crazy except for Marcel.
"I wonder how long they will last," he smirked referring to them being tortured for information.
"Two hours maybe," Nyasha said looking at each man.
"Two, I say one hour," Marcel laughed as Malcolm cleared his throat.

"You were saying," Nyasha spoke up as Marcel leaned down to kiss her neck taking it further as Debra looked quiet angry with this show of affection.
"You two need to part ways now, before anyone gets hurt. Think of your son," Malcolm said.

"We are still on this issue? And you what did I say about coming back to this country?" Marcel growled angrily looking at Malcolm.
"You need to come with me now Nyasha," Malcolm said ignoring Marcel.
"Hmm, someone has finally grown a pair," Nyasha said after Malcolm ignored Marcel.

Taking a step forward towards them Malcolm asked her to step away from Marcel.
"Now if I do that you will both see the evidence of my effect in this man. I am sure Debra knows what I mean. That is, if she could ever get him worked up so easily," Nyasha said seeing her eyes bulge in anger as Marcel wrapped his arm around her stomach possessively holding he close.

"Why you...." She shrieked running towards her but was stopped by a large pair of arms just before she reached them. Nyasha stood unflinching as she looked straight at Debra looking bored as hell.
Malcolm turned around ready to instruct his men when he found them already disarmed with several weapons pointed at them.

"See, puppies," Nyasha scoffed titling her head to the side.
"Go tell you boss. No one is going to separate my wife and I from each other. A gift will be sent over each day you delay with my response," Marcel stated.
The man holding Debra was about to release her when Marcel spoke up.
" She is not going anywhere," he stated  as Debra tried to break free before going limp in the man's arm after a few minutes.

Malcolm watched as a needle was handed over to another man.
"I am in a giving mood, and I have more important matters that require my attention, like my lovely wife here. Try this pathetic little stunt again and you will regret it. You are only alive because of the message you must deliver."

"Can we go home," she sighed.
"As you wish," he smirked.

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Driving back home they were both silent as she looked at him from time to time before closing her eyes to relax.
"You did commit the crime first when you kissed her hand and went off to dance with her," she murmured.
"Yes I did."
"So that means we are even because I danced with only one man."
"Yes we are."
"Hence no need for any punishment," she justified.
"Not going to work love," he said pulling up to the main entrance.

"But..."
"Not getting out of this one."
"But I'm tired," she whined.
"Good that means I will be doing the punishing," he smirked closing the main entrance door locking it at the same time setting the alarm.

She was already on her way to the nursery to check on Mario who was sound asleep. Kissing him goodnight she felt his presence behind her as he rested his hand on her back checking on his son as well.
Making sure the baby monitor was on they left his room heading to their own at a leisurely pace.

Locking the door behind them he turned around to find her standing before him wearing a smirk.
"You let him touch you," he said his eyes darkening in anger as she undid his tie before giving him her back.
"Let's not forget your lips on another woman," she countered. "After all you started it," she said as he helped her out of her dress leaving her in nothing.

"And you were commando," he growled angrily.
"Well that just happened," she said as he undid his shirt whilst she unbuckled him.
Removing his shirt he tried to hide his smirk as she gasped.
"You also had nothing!" She seethed.
"Well I was planning on a more adventurous night," he replied as he took a step towards her.
She took two back and this continued until her back met the bed.

She gasped as he lifted her up like a child making her sit on the edge of the bed. Looking at his body she gulped seeing him already up for the task. Leaning down he kissed her slowly showing her exactly how much she meant to him before it turned into a possessive kiss filled with more than just passion but promise.

Pushing her legs apart he smiled as she pulled him close already hungry for what he could offer her.
Pulling away from her he cocked his head to the side watching her.
"What do you want me to do."
"Kiss me."
"Where?"

Indicating her neck he obliged her before moving away leaving her wanting more after marking her.
"Marcel she cried out desperately her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
"Tell me what you want," he said in a deep voice trying to control himself as she placed his hand at her heated core but he remained still playing with her emotions.

"That is exactly why I let that other man touch me. At least he knew what to do with his hands, and his mouth," she spat making his eyes bulge even more, in unfathomable anger.
Without another word he rammed into her wet folds taking her by surprise as she gasped for breath, wide eyed a smile slowly forming on her face as pleasure took over completely.

Drawing out he took her again this time hitting her spot as stars danced over her eyes in pure ecstasy tears welling up in her eyes.
"You have been a very bad girl," he grunted picking up his pace.
"I know," she moaned. "But so have you," she added as her nails dug into his skin as they both climaxed at the same time.
By the third round he had her singing his name on her lips as another orgasm hit her.

Never separating he rolled onto his back allowing her to do whatever she pleased as he came to life. His shaft was buried deep within her as she found her rhythm stopping her movements when he was close to becoming undone as his eyes widened when she attempted to move away from him.

"Nyasha don't you dare," he warned as she smiled twisting her hips making him grunt in both pleasure and pain.
"What do you want?" She smirked as a smile formed in his lips.

"You know what I want. But let me tell you something. Her skin was very, so very soft I just wanted to...," he murmured getting the reaction he wanted as he grabbed her hips when she started to move aggressively against him giving him both pleasure and pain as she kissed him, biting on his lip. He swallowed his name from her lips as her body shuddered against his holding onto her tightly as their hearts pounded against each other.

"I will kill her myself if you ever pull a stunt like that," she whispered trying to catch her breath.
"And I the same," he chuckled as she began to move with new determination before he switched them around.

They were at it all night like bunnies.
"Please no more," she said her body betraying her in the wee hours of the morning.

"Wheelchair or comatose remember," he murmured. "Besides I need my breakfast," he murmured as she felt his tongue lick her up before he began to suck her juices. A pleasurable sigh escaped her lips as she opened up further for him at the same time loving the feel if his stubble against her thighs.

"I swear Marcel you are my true soulmate," she murmured gripping the sheets as he replaced his lips with his fingers slowly kissing his way up her body his fingers still working their magic.
"No one else can...." Her words died on her lips as another orgasm hit her.

"No one can?" He asked realizing she had succumbed to sleep.
"Well I guess this is better than a coma," he murmured with a smile.

She woke up as he lifted her up into his arms.
"Good morning baby."
"Good morning my love," she responded sleepily.
"Get any sleep?" He teased.
"Not that much. You?"
"Not in the least bit," he smiled stepping into the tub slowly sinking initial the water with her still in his arms.

Her tightened grip on him told him she was in pain as the water came into contact with her skin.
"What did you do to me?" She seethed.
"Made love to my wife, and I believe we might have created some brothers and sisters for Mario," he smirked as she relaxed against him.

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"This water is becoming cold," she said in a lazy tone standing up on shaky legs.
"Now for breakfast, or is it lunch," Marcel stated getting ahold of her.
"How you still have the strength to carry me around is amazing," she murmured making him chuckle.

"I will always have the strength to lessen you burned, in this case, walking on shaky legs from fatigue obviously," he smirked.
Grabbing a shirt of his she slowly left the room going to the nursery finding Mario's nanny already playing with him.
Marcel walked in a few minutes later in nothing but sweatpants that hung dangerously low. By then the nanny had left the room only to return once summoned.

"Breakfast for you my love," he murmured kissing her temple as she fed Mario from the bottle.
"Thank you. Momma needs milk for this little one," she said as Marcel's gaze traveled to her chest moving away when Nyasha cleared her throat as his cheeks turned red.
"What can daddy do to help?" He asked with a mischievous look.
"Not happening Mr. But you can always feed him whilst I eat," she said as Marcel took Mario into his arms.
"Not a problem at all," he said as she dug into the void, feeding him as well.

"I'm sorry for what I said. You are good mother to our son," he said referring to their argument the day before.
"You already apologized Marcel, no need to delve on the past."
"I need you to know you are a not like your father. You are a better parent than him in all aspects," he said as she realized he was referring to her nightmare.
"Thank you love," she whispered with a gentle smile.

Mario fell asleep soon after his own meal resulting in them leaving him to rest.

"Hmmm the things I could with you," Marcel groaned as he followed her down the hallway to their room.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, we have a guest to tend to remember."

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"Good afternoon Debra," Nyasha greeted the woman who looked relaxed.
"Why am I here?" She spat as Nyasha turned to leave.
"You have some information I need," Marcel said. "Plus we have unfinished business," he said in a chilling tone that had Debra looking pale within an instant as the door was locked.

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