Sylus was just about done with your bullshit.

The fight wasn't even that bad, really. You'd been in a mood that day, and all he'd done was try to cuddle with you when you had snapped back at him.  He tried to tease you, to calm you down like he usually did, but his emotionally unaware ass had clearly not noticed the difference between pissed and extremely angry. 

Now, you were out on a shopping spree.

The shopping spree wasn't the problem. In fact, if it was up to Sylus, he was trailing behind you every day and watching you buy out mall after mall happily, making Luke and Kieran carry all the bags for him while the only thing he held was your waist. He'd sit for hours in dressing rooms watching you spin for him, giving you his undivided attention. 

No, the problem wasn't the shopping spree at all. It was the fact that you were using your card. 

It was the first time in ages that Sylus actually felt an emotion that was close to... was that distress? He'd given you card after card after card to use whenever he wasn't there, which was NEVER, because he was always there. Always. 

So when he saw the bags in your room from the various luxury brands he spoiled you with, he'd just assumed you'd gone to a mall without him to cheer you up. Sure, he'd been a little sulky that he didn't get to come with you, but as long as you felt better and came back to sleep with him in the same bed, he didn't complain.

Yet, when he'd logged onto his financial records to deposit some more money into his card for you, a furrow formed between his eyebrows, realizing that nothing had been withdrawn at all. And Sylus may have been emotionally unaware at some points in his life, but he definitely wasn't stupid.

You knew that you had millions of dollars to spend with just a flick of his black card whenever you wanted to; it was just pocket change to him. He could buy out this whole fucking continent for you and still have enough to stay happy till the day he died, yet you still insisted on acting like a stubborn mule and using your own money, because you knew it pissed him the fuck off.

"Why aren't you using my card, sweetie?" A low voice hit your ears the moment you stepped into the house, dragging along with you a trolley's worth of bags, stumbling under the weight. Whoever said that money couldn't buy happiness clearly didn't live with the boss of Onychinus.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you huffed, watching him take four bags from you with ease, the other hand taking three more to lighten your load.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said pointedly, looking down at you. His voice was still quiet and calm, but the look in his eyes told you he was definitely not happy with it at all. You didn't reply, hauling the rest of whatever you'd bought to your room before Sylus put the bags down and spun you around, hands on your hips.

"Princess," he murmured, thumbs stroking against your hips. "You know I can just deposit all my money into your card too, right?" This was false- he had already deposited money into your card, just not as much as he would have liked to, in case you noticed too soon. You just didn't realise, giddily swiping your card when you saw there was still money inside. God, you needed to be more financially aware.

"As if," you scoffed, and Sylus bit back a smile. You were so oblivious sometimes it was cute. How did you think he got to such a high position without the basic knowledge of bank account infiltration? "And who told you you had permission to hold me again?"

"The six pairs of lingerie you just bought," he purred, leaning in closer. "And the seven more you probably would have bought if you used my card."

"I don't need your card to buy everything," you huffed angrily, poking at his chest and earning an amused eye raise. It was so unfair that he was still so antagonizingly hot even when you were mad at him. It just made you madder.

"Wanna bet, sweetie?"

"You're on."

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“sylus,” you groan. any effort made in pushing him away is futile. he’s latched onto you like a vine, twisted and coiled around the crevices of his favorite lattice. “sy—.”

“smell so good.” he murmurs. mostly to himself, like he’d devoured something so delectable his tongue refuses to keep it a secret. it’s almost painful, the way he asks, “what have you done?”

you laugh, his senses explode. the smell, and now the sound of you— he’s afraid of rapture the moment he looks up at you. too much, too good to be real.

“new perfume?” you giggle as he sniffs you some more, more creature than husband at this point. you swear a purr rumbles in his chest. “i saw it in the store, the packaging reminded me of you.”

you look silly. fond but nonchalantly standing there and letting your husband inhale your scent like a bloodhound.

his voice shakes the earth when he inquires, “packaging?”

“it was all dark and red like a gemstone,” you lift your chin to avoid hitting the top of his head when he moves around you and nuzzles into your throat. “with the teeniest little dragon wrapped around it.”

He can't get enough of the way the diamonds shine so beautifully in any environment. How he crafted it to sit so perfectly on your finger, so snug yet comfortable. Never to be lost or damaged.

Sylus especially loves the look of your wedding ring when it is the only thing you have on. When you're pressed down over his desk, clothes discarded everywhere around his office. Your stomach flat again the cool mahogany, your branded finger twitching in the dim light of the office as you grasp on for something - anything - to keep you sane.

"S-sylus... please!" Every thrust is brutal, so deep you swear you can feel him in your chest. "Please what?" he rasps, heavy body leaning down over yours. Dwarfing you entirely, pressing you harder into the surface supporting your naked frame. "What do you want me to do?"

He plows himself into you, sheathing his cock in its entirety inside of you. The bones of his hips digging into the fat of your ass and nearly making you hook a leg up over the desk to try and pull away. "Tell your husband what you want him to do to you." You should have kept your damn mouth shut, your head is spinning from how deep he is.

"I-I..." you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, stars blinking across your vision as your glittering finger catches the light once more. Reminding Sylus why he had gotten so worked up in the first place.

He was still getting used to you being his wife. His pretty, pretty wife. His hips started moving again before you could speak, his own imagination running from him as he leans back. A large hand coming down to connect with your ass cheek in a brutal smack.

"Don't be dumb now, baby. Tell me what you want. Or is my cock really that good? Your pretty pussy can't take a good pounding without your pretty little head going all stupid, huh? Your husband fucks you so good, doesn't he? Tell me how good I fuck you, baby."