Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



The moment she felt his grip, she let out a sharp gasp of pain, even before he had truly exerted any force. Yet, as soon as Tarquin loosened his hold, Elysia immediately tried to wriggle free again.

Left with no choice, Tarquin simply hoisted her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed before looming over her. Instantly, Elysia became compliant!

Her eyes widened, her voice trembling, "What... what are you doing?!"

Tarquin, pinning her down, swallowed hard before issuing a stern warning, "You better listen to me. If you don't, I can't guarantee I won't lose control tonight."

"What kind of losing control?"

"Like, assaulting you!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Why don't you test me and see if I dare?!"

Elysia took a deep breath, clearly defiant but didn't dare to challenge him further, biting her lip as she glared at him.

Tarquin frowned, "Stop biting your lip!"

He had always found that habit of hers irksome. Every time she bit her lip, he felt an irrational fear that she might actually draw blood.

Elysia retorted, "I'm biting my own lip!"noveldrama

Tarquin responded, "That's why you shouldn't!"

She could bite his, for all he cared.

Elysia couldn't fathom his thoughts but chose not to provoke him further, reluctantly releasing her lip. Her slightly parted lips seemed all too tempting to Tarquin, who covertly swallowed before letting her go and turning towards the door.

He had to leave; staying any longer might truly lead him to lose control. He wanted to kiss her. Badly.

As Tarquin walked away, Elysia quickly got off the bed and rushed to lock the door. Just as she was about to close it, a strong hand appeared in the gap, effortlessly pushing the door open. Tarquin stepped in, holding a bottle of iced tea.

After entering, he kicked the door shut. Elysia, frightened, scampered back to the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the covers, leaving only her bright, wary eyes visible.

Before he could speak, she blurted out, "If you... if you dare assault me, I'll fight you with everything I've got!"

Tarquin, suppressing a smirk, walked to the foot of the bed, opened the iced tea, and offered it to her, "Have some tea, cool down a bit."

Elysia eyed him warily, not moving.

"Do you want me to feed you?" Tarquin's gaze narrowed slightly.

Elysia quickly took the iced tea from him, sniffing it first. Finding nothing amiss, she took a cautious sip, then realizing her thirst, gulped down several more.

If only he had known this would calm her down, he would have done it sooner.

After drinking half the bottle, Elysia placed the rest on the nightstand and retreated back into her blanket fortress, only her eyes peeking out, watching him cautiously.

Tarquin sighed softly, patiently explaining, "Believe it or not, I need to tell you. I came through your window tonight to talk about what happened today. I didn't know you were in the shower. I saw you running out in a towel and tried to stop you, worried someone else might see. I didn't mean to... you know, grab your towel. It was an accident."

Elysia furrowed her brows, half-doubting his words.

Tarquin continued, "If I had really wanted to assault you, you wouldn't have stood a chance. By now, I would have... well, let's just say, it wouldn't have been just a look."

As images flickered through his mind, Tarquin swallowed hard again.