The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 104: Chapter 104

He had a big frown on his face and it was enough to warn me that he was damn pissed. Nevertheless I walked over and sat on his lap but he still kept his attention on the TV.
"Marcus I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get into trouble. Talk to me please"
Marcus kept silent and watched news. I sighed loudly and kept my head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. And I'm fine now so please don't be angry with me" I closed my eyes and stayed there for a while.
Memories of that man running his hand under my blouse was very disturbing. But considering what Blair had gone through it was nothing. I was still in the privileged part of the society and I feel bad for it.
"Did they hurt you?"
I opened my eyes as Marcus finally spoke. "Well no"
He stayed silent for a moment, staring deep into my eyes.
"Did they touch you?"
I wasn't sure how I was gonna answer that because I knew how much angry he was at the moment and it will only take few seconds for him to erupt like a volcano.
"I mean not much"
"I asked, did they touch you?" Marcus asked with more authority.
"Mm... Yeah just here" I pointed at my stomach.
Marcus looked straight into my eyes, waiting for me to continue, his eyes displaying a wild rage.
"Umm... One man pinned me to the ground and ran his hand under my blouse. But I hit him with a bottle so he couldn't go any further" I said quietly, feeling disgusted.
Marcus closed his eyes and looked down. His fingers were trembling, his body was shaking in anger. I gulped loudly fearing the man before me.
He slid his hand under my blouse and caressed my stomach. He gently ran his thumb around my belly button looking very disappointed. "I should have been there"
"You didn't know. And it wasn't that seriou-"
"I hate it. I hate it when people touch you. I hate it when men look at you. I hate myself for not being there when they hurt you"
Sadness washed over me and I looked down in pain. "Do you find me disgusting?" I didn't know why I asked it but I feared that he would loath me for being touched by other men.
"What nonsense are you talking?" Marcus raised my chin up and made me look at his eyes.
"Don't ever say that okay?" He warned me with a slight harsh tone and pecked my nose, cheering up my mood. "And remember, you are only mine. No one else's"
I scrunched up my nose. "I'm mine"
Marcus chuckled softly and pressed his lips to my jaw. "I think we already had this conversation. And it doesn't change the fact that you are mine"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed closer to him. "Possessive much?"
"Mmh" Marcus nodded his head and smiled.
"Jeez you don't even deny it" I laughed and kissed him on the lips. He tightened his hold around me and kissed me back with more fervour and desire. I moaned against his lips as his fingers trailed up my thighs. I was wearing a baggy t-shirt and white shorts. So I trembled under the slightest touch by his fingers.
He suddenly stopped and buried his head in the crook of my neck. He heaved a long sigh before speaking in a more aroused tone "Serapha I don't think I can wait anymore"
"Wait for what?" I asked in confusion.
"I want you. I want all of you" Marcus leaned back and stared at me, his eyes craving with lust.
"Umm...didn't you want to go on a honeymoon?"
"Hell with that. I can't wait anymore Serapha. Let's have sex"
That was also something I wanted. To finally get intimate with him but a smile crept up my lips as an idea popped into my head. It's time to bring down his dominance.
"Well no"
"What do you mean no? You are not ready?" Marcus asked with a small sad pout in his lips.
"No I'm ready. But I don't want to have sex with you"
Marcus face contorted into big fat scowl and he lifted me off his lap and threw me to the couch next to him. He then stood up and walked upstairs.
"Oh my god. Marcus! Why are you so serious? I was just joking. Marcus!"
But without responding he shut the door with a loud bang. "Oh really? You want me to sleep on the couch? So be it then. I don't even have a pillow or a sheet but I'll be fine"
I laid on the couch and curled up into a ball. There were many other empty rooms in the house but he expected me to sleep on the couch. Then be it.
An hours passed but I couldn't sleep. The couch was uncomfortable so I kept rolling to the sides. But I quickly stopped and closed my eyes as I heard footsteps descending down the stairs.
I pretended to be asleep because I knew it was Marcus. I felt two strong arms lift me up and carry me up the stairs. Marcus gently laid me on the bed and I felt the bed dip as he got on.