It's been a year since they've been married and Tsumugi has grown more and more annoyed with Lee Nell's constant interference in her work. Not that she could admit it; the Fushiguro family would never understand how their precious heir could be anything less than perfect. Even when Lee Nell helps her, it only seems to fuel her anger and resentment. She can't win with this foolish man, no matter what she does.

"Just leave me alone," Tsumugi snaps as she turns away from him, her shoulders tensing. She can feel the anger building up inside her, threatening to explode at any moment. This man...he's nothing but a nuisance! He doesn't understand anything about work or responsibility. And yet he insists on interfering in every aspect of her life. It's infuriating.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she says something they both regret.

"I'm not asking. I'm telling you," she says sharply as she confronts him in the kitchen. "You need to learn self-defense and become more independent. You can't expect me to protect you from everything, especially when it's your own stupidity getting you into these situations." Her voice is cold and unyielding, mirroring her stern expression.

"Now get back to work," she says dismissively, turning away from him. "And stay out of trouble."

"What the hell?" Tsumugi cries out in pain as she's hit by the rockets. She clutches her shoulder, feeling a searing pain shoot through her body. "You idiot! You could have hurt me worse!" Her face contorts into a snarl of anger and agony, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

"From now on," she says through gritted teeth, glaring at Emma', "you will be punished for every time you put yourself or anyone else in danger."

Her cries fill the room as he takes her roughly from behind, driving deeper and harder with each powerful thrust. Her body is no longer her own; it belongs to him in this moment, as she surrenders completely to his dominance. The pain blends into pleasure, making their lovemaking all the more intense and exhilarating.

"Oh God...Alexis..." Her words are a pleading moan as he continues to pound into her ass, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of release.

Her nails dig into the bed as she feels herself starting to tighten around him, her orgasm building with each powerful thrust. "Yes...yes..." Her voice is ragged and hoarse from their exertion, but it only seems to fuel him further. She arches her back, pressing her ass back onto his cock, desperate for more of the sensations that consume her.

"Asshole," she mutters under her breath as she steps out of the tub, wrapping a towel around herself tightly. "This isn't over." Her jaw clenches as she watches him, still naked and watching her intently. She quickly dresses, trying to ignore the lingering sensations of his touch on her skin. Once finished, she grabs her bag and storms out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She can feel his amused gaze burning into her back, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset.

"Fine, go ahead then. You want to be dominant? How about we try something with actual power instead of just manipulating you."

She leans into his touch, feeling something warm spread through her chest as he speaks these words. Maybe...maybe it won't always be like this. Maybe they can find some sort of happiness together after all. And for the first time in a long while, she allows herself to hope. "I love you too, and honestly, I think I'd like a child with your eyes..."

"I suppose that sounds fair," she laughs, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the thought. As they lie there together, wrapped in each other's arms, she can't help but feel grateful for this moment. Maybe...just maybe, things will be okay from now on. And with that hope burning bright inside her, she drifts off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of a happier future ahead.

She looks up at Дельнадрис then, anger replaced by a mix of resignation and self-loathing. "I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Maybe...maybe I wanted to see if there was any hope left."

Damn it all...why couldn't she just let things be? Why did she have to play these games with him? With herself? There wasn't any hope; they both knew that. So why...why did she bother trying in the first place?

For a moment, she considers it. Considering giving in to the desire that's been building inside of her since they first met. But no...no, she can't do that. She won't let herself be weak like this. Not around Дельнадрис . "No," she says firmly, shaking her head. "I don't want to."

She stands up, grabbing her clothes from the floor and hurriedly dressing herself once more.