â| was thinking, we haven't had a fight in a long time.â
âHuh?â Elliot stared at her strangely. âIsnât that a good thing? Do you want us to argue non-stop?â
Sheena chuckled. âPeople say an occasional argument spices up life. It just feels when we never fight.â
ange He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving mischievously. âSo, do you want to try picking a fight today? Release some pent-up frustration.â
âHow should we fight?â
Immediately, Elliotâs expression turned serious and stern. âSheena, you've been increasingly disregarding me lately. As your husband, is it wrong to want to sleep with you? You even restrict our sex life. Thatâs just heartless and cruel!â
Sheena furrowed her brows and suddenly grabbed his ear.
âOuch, that hurts! Please have mercy, honey!â
Unmoved, Sheenaâs anger began to rise.
âElliot, are you deliberately picking a fight? Accusing me of not being intimate with you?â
His features tightened, looking particularly aggrieved. âI was just demonstrating. How could | possibly hold any grudges against you?â
Sheena snorted.
She saw right through his little scheme.
âJust now, you called me âSheenaâ in such a stern tone. Letâs go upstairs for your punishment.
Elliotâs face turned pale.
He had thought he was clever, but he had dug himself into a hole!
âHoney...â His voice trailed off with a hint of coyness.
âWhat is it?â
Elliot wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck, and took a deep Chanter 902 breath.
âPlease, be gentle.â
Sheena stifled a laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
âI'll make sure to make you feel comfortable, experiencing double pleasure.â
She grabbed his expensive tie, wrapping it around her hand a few times, and pulled him up eagerly.
âLet's go. Itâs time for your punishment.â
Elliot allowed himself to be led by her dominantly, willingly indulging in her intoxicatingly sweet poison, At noon, Elliot and Sheena enjoyed a little rendezvous that led to an unstoppable cascade of passion.