Tony and her. 

She felt like she was losing control of her life. She loved her husband, she had no doubt about it. So why couldn’t she take Tony out of her mind? He was using her, he played her time and time again, and yet emotionally, she felt compelled to spend time with him. Did she think that she could help him? Transform him? Was that why she felt this compulsion? 

Maybe she was just restless. There was so much pain and turmoil in her life, that she got addicted to it. Was that the reason? When things were going well when they were stable, was she bored? She thrived on helping people, that was why psychiatry was so attractive to her. For the first time in a very long time, her life was calm, she had her husband with her, her children, her health. She should have been grateful but instead, this addiction to danger…Tony represented danger.

He unsettled her, unnerved her.

She had to cover that up.

 

Her feelings were still conflicted, yet the shock of her and him being the twin’s parents started to wear. It had become a part of her life, just like her job at the hospital, or taking her clothes to the dry cleaner. And while she was feeling helpless, there was a side of her that looked forward to seeing him and talking about the twins. 

She never said those words in her head, but she felt it in the way that her skin tingled with electricity, her heart raced, and her entire sexuality ached in anticipation of their next encounter. 

 

She wanted him, and she wanted him to leave. These have been the most tiring weeks of her life, but she has never felt so powerless before. She has never liked or even loved anyone the way she hated Tony DiMera. But that hate was so strong, it sometimes morphed into other feelings. Hate can become so ingrained in you that it becomes part of your identity, your psyche. You define yourself with that hatred so that if it leaves and there is nothing else to replace it, you lose a piece of yourself. 

 

She thought when she felt anything strong enough it became its opposite. She thought you could love someone so hard that you hated them. And she thought you can hate someone so hard you grew attached. That was why some people spend their whole lives hating someone they repeatedly invite into their lives: they don’t even know who they are without it. And with Tony, she thought she was starting to hate him so hard that she.. she thought she can’t truly loathe someone unless she cared. Because not to care was indifference. Indifference was truly the most evil of emotions. 

 

Tony was her rival, and there was something about her that enjoyed their rivalry, even if she was always on the losing end of the battle. 

Tony and her had a secret world. 

They were on this earth surrounded by billions of people, and yet, this thing with the twins, it was just them. 

It was fucked up, it was insane, but it was something she could only share with him. 

 

Their thing, it was becoming a part of her, and she has begun to feel possessive towards their unique relationship. But she kept those sentiments inside. On the outside, she always approached him scornfully. 

She snarled, she sneered. 

Then he fought back, reminded her of his power, and she relented. It was a ritual at this point. One where they both accepted these bizarre circumstances by convincing themselves that they were still only doing what they originally agreed on. 

And that was talking about the twins. 

Their lives were too intertwined. 

It was possible that the only way back to autonomy was by allowing herself to develop feelings for him. 

 

The door to her office was open that evening. She was ready to leave. A few patient files in her hands, Marlena fumbled through her purse, looking for her keys, and that was when a hand came over her mouth. 

“Don’t.Say.A fucking.Word.”

She dropped her purse, its content exploded all over the floor. But just as soon as fear hit, she smelled him, his signature aroma, his musky cologne, and she felt...relief. Relief because he was the devil she knew. 

She tried to speak. Say his name, ask him, plead with him. 

But the rage that bled from his body into the air around them felt as fresh as the first time he tried something with her in the elevator.

“I needed to see you...” His voice was strained.  

“Oh, my God, Tony...” 

“Shut up and listen to me.” His tone was a warning. “I need to be buried deep inside of you, I need to hear you scream my name. My. Name.” he wispred into her ear. A hand trailed down her cheek “I’ve been very patient with you...” His voice trailed off. “Don’t you think?” 

“No...” 

“I have,” he said. “I’m tired of imagining how wet your pussy can get, how loudly you’ll scream when I suck your tits as you ride me...How hard I’ll pull your hair when I bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can’t breathe...Tired.” 

"Tony. I want you to leave.Now."

 

This was not happening. 

She shut her eyes.

 

To her surprise, he lowered his hand, and she turned to face him. Quickly, before he’d struck again. He stood just inches away from her and he may as well be a mountain. Everything about him was threatening.

Her mind was filled with anger, confusion, fear...but her body, it heated up in his presence. Marlena couldn’t help but recall the connection they had. Maybe she should run, but her body, heavy with shock, refused to flee. 

 

Her chest hurt.

Her chest tightened, fighting back tears. She won’t give him her tears. “What do you want?” 

“I thought I was clear the last time you asked me that. I want you, and you want me too.” 

“Don’t be absurd… did you come here to confront me about it again? It’s not going to happen. I’m in love with my husban-.” 

“Marlena, you don’t want to make an enemy out of me.”

“Enemy? Are you threatening me?” her eyebrows raised. 

“Let’s not pretend you were some innocent little lamb,” he scowled. “You gladly followed me around town.” His words twisted her stomach, the coffee she had a few hours ago threatened to make a reappearance. “Go to hell, Tony. I won’t be held  hostage.” She said. She was so scared, but she couldn't let it show. 

“I will talk to you only on matters concerning the children. Nothing more.” She opened her laptop again to check her schedule for tomorrow morning, ignoring him, but her hands were so shaky she could barely open the program. She looked ahead firmly, trying to exude strength, but it was fear that drove her. Like a child hiding under her bedsheets, she hoped if she couldn’t see the monster, it won’t see her. 

 

Anything that happened between her and him was his doing, and she was an innocent victim. She was so disgusted with him, but even more so with herself. Because right now, she hated this man. Hell, she didn’t really know Tony. She couldn’t control his actions. She knew herself, she could control hers. But maybe she didn’t really even know herself anymore. Maybe around him, she couldn’t control herself. Because she wanted to feel the way she felt when he was around her: in danger. What was it about her that wanted to feel that way? Was she addicted to danger? Another tear dripped down her cheek. He probably thought she was scared or angry at him, but it was her. She was betraying herself. She was betraying John. 

Because he was right.

 

*****

 

Fuck. 

Her breath was heavy and her lips parted. Dreaming about those lips got him into this clusterfuck in the first place. Something was off. The way she crumbled today, she wasn’t supposed to break like that, she wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable. She was supposed to be cruel, like a delicious piece of fruit you cut open only to find a worm festering on the inside. Marlena melted under his will, and even when she tried to be vicious, he didn't see any malice in her eyes. After all he has done since he showed up, she still didn’t want to hurt him. 

 

Despite her vulnerability, there was a subtle strength in how she has been able to handle telling their twins the truth, through what he imagined might be the most personally difficult time of her life. She showed up every day, put on a smile, and kept her tears private. That was either a sign of great character or the ability to put on many different faces. 

 

Problem was, if he’d fuck her, he’d never feel sated. He didn’t know what happened over the years, but she was different from the image he had. But, the damage from what John did to him years ago still lingered to this day. And everyone has to pay their debts.

It was only fair.

 

******

 

“You are just like your father was.”

“Are you trying to give me sass, Marlena?” he said, he got closer, standing an inch away from her, looking down on her like a bug he could squash at any moment. “Because I promise you, you will fucking regret it.” Heat from his body enveloped hers, and wrapped it in a suffocating embrace. “You are exactly as Stefano was. A man obsessed” she said, trying not to give in to the fear, but her voice wobbled. “I am nothing like my father,” he said, the fragrance of his skin and musky vanilla scent of his cologne flooding her nose and violating her desire. “I don’t want to lock you in a cage. Wait for you to love me, wait for you to agree to make love to me.” He pressed her up against the closed door of her bathroom with his chest. “I will fuck you when I want, how I want. Don’t pretend like you have any sort of say in this. Don’t convince yourself that you can play mind games with me, Doctor Evans, because you will lose. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.” His breath tickled her nose, his chest pressed against hers with each angry heave. 

 

Marlena stared back at him through moist eyes, desperately trying not to let them hit their saturation point. “Why are you trying to torture me?” She asked. 

“Because my darling brother owes me,” he said. The same damn answer he gave her last week. 

“John? What? What does he owe you?” 

“His pain. The pain of losing you. The same pain I felt when he took Kristen away from me” His brown eyes, which at times can be deceivingly warm, went chillingly dark. “Is there anything other than cruelty in there?” she asked. 

He smirked. “You don’t know me, Marlena,” he said, flatly. “Don’t for a second convince yourself that what we do means you know anything about me. Stop trying to analyze me,” he commanded. 

 

She didn’t budge.

She wanted to defy him. And yet, there was a great chance that he preferred her defiance over her submission. Maybe her resistance was the source of his greatest pleasure. 

Then his deep voice. 

“Get into the bathroom.” She shook her head, looking down to the floor. She was angered by her weakness and she didn’t want or need his fucking orders.

”Go on.” This time his tone was quieter. “Just get in there.” 

 

Marlena looked up slowly, and he looked down on her with an unreadable face. But she obeyed, like he has so quickly trained her to do, and he stepped in after her, and gently backed her up against the closed door, rubbing his massive body against hers. “Now I understand the fascination my father had with you,” he whispered in her ear. Marlena rested her wet cheek onto the flat surface. 

“Pull up your skirt,” he commanded. His direction actually provided a bit of relief. She was in no position to self-direct. She leaned on the door behind her, and bent over to grab the hem of her skirt, and then she pulled it up. Marlena kept her knees together, barely exposing the white thong covering her mound. He leaned in slowly, putting his strong hands on her trembling thighs. There was a momentary hope for comfort as his touch was soft, but then his fingers dug into the pillowy flesh and pried her shaky legs open. He softly pulled her thong over to the side, grazing her pussy lips as he did it. She felt a warm surge of wetness in response to his touch. 

“Already wet, dirty girl,” he said, biting his plump lower lip. 

And she sobbed into his white shirt, as he slid his fingers into her and rubbed. His commanding fingers gripped her sensitive spot, curling over and over again. She moaned into his ear, her anger and hopelessness dissolving as he fucked her with his big hand. His other hand reached for her hair and pulled it back, but not as angrily as she thought it’ll be, and he dove into her neck, biting and sucking fiercely, his mouth singeing the sensitive skin. She choked out weak mews, as she built closer and closer to climax. The dark, fully clothed man in front of her cold, half-dressed body so clearly outlined the power dynamic between them. And yet, she had never felt more connected with him than after she just let him see her fall apart.

“Say my name,” he said, as she moaned louder and louder. “Anthony...” she whimpered between gasping breaths. He watched her quietly as she sobbed uncontrollably, her chest quivering, her breathing choppy. She felt his shadow encase her. As his name left her lips, there was a burst inside of her, her chest constricted, her body convulsed as she recited it over and over. Marlena clenched her fists, so badly wanting to feel the warm skin of his chest, the stubble of his chin against her palm. 

“Do you want me to slide my cock inside of you?” he asked.

She did.

Did she?

No. 

Wait.

John. 

How fucking demented was she? 

 

She looked away, trying to avoid his dark glare. His fingers gripped her hair tighter, forcing her to look at him again. He pulled his fingers out, gliding them up and down her slit. Teasing, taunting. “Do you want me to fuck you with my cock?” 

She bit her lip so hard, she almost broke the skin. Salty tears sting her lips. “Your pussy is so wet. You’re soaking your panties. You want me to fuck you. You’re a good girl, and you want me to make you my whore.” He pressed the bulge in his pants against her throbbing center, and she moaned. 

 

“Now say it, Marlena.” 

“No.” 

He snaked his groin against her clit, drawing an involuntary groan from her throat. Inside, she tightened, her pussy pleading with her to let him fill her, but her mind fought back. Hard. “Say it, whore.” 

Through tears, Marlena abandoned her morals. 

“Fuck me,” she muttered. 

His lips curved up on one side. She hated herself for how easily he had defeated her. “You need to ask me better than that.” He was not happy until she was completely humiliated, until she had not a single shred of dignity left. 

“Please,” she choked out. “Please fuck me.” 

“More. Tell me how you want it.” 

“I want you inside of me. Please...don’t make me beg again. I can’t do it. You’ve won.” He unbuckled his belt and his hand reached into his pants for his cock. His hands were large, strong, masculine, and yet well-maintained. He pressed his chest against hers. His lips grazed her earlobe. “Beg, bitch,” he whispered. “Say my fucking name.” Tears poured out of her eyes as she lamented over her desire for this despicable human being. 

“Tony, please fuck me.” 

“More.” 

“Please don’t.”

“What do you want me to do?” 

Each time he made her beg, her arousal became more acute. “I want you to slide inside of me.” 

 

And finally, he slammed his hips into her and pressed her back on the door. She cried out with abandon. Her hands found their way into her hair. He gripped the flesh of her ass so hard she growled with rage as his cock left her. She moaned his name as tears trickled down her face. 

Groaning into her open mouth, he pushed forward, filling her up to the hilt. She threw her head back. He was so deep and she was so full, she felt like he just pinned her to the damn door. He pulled out slowly and immediately thrust forward. A little sound escaped her lips. His hand slapped over her mouth. “Be quiet,” he hissed. 

She tried, she really did, but it was so hard to be quiet as he began to fuck her like the end of the world was coming. His body slammed into her fragile one like he was trying to slam her through the wood. And he drove himself so hard, so deep, the power behind his thrusts forced her up on her toes. She clawed at his back, at his sides, and at his shoulders, desperately trying to find something to hold on to. 

“Come for me,” he growled into her ear, and to her horror, she felt her body begin to respond to his command. Her mind protested the submission but her core pulsed and the pressure inside her expanded. 

“Come for me, Marlena,” he growled again, and then his teeth latched onto her neck. He drove into her harder and deeper. Smashing her ass against the door. 

“Please,” she groaned behind his hand and his grip tightened. His cock drove extra deep and he smashed her clit. She jerked against him, crying out again. Teeth releasing her neck, he hissed, “I said be quiet.” His hand slid up, covering her nose and cutting off her air. She couldn’t breathe. Desperately, Marlena tried to pull in oxygen but she was being smothered by the palm of his hand. She tried to fight him, she tried to shove him off but he was too strong, too determined. His body slammed into her body again and again. Spotted flash in front of her eyes. 

She was dying. 

Suffocating. 

But amazingly her orgasm was still building. “I said come,” he grunted into her ear and she exploded. Her nose burned and her lungs ached, but the orgasm that rocked through her body was extra strong. 

 

Suddenly Tony’s lips came crashing down over hers with such force that the back of her head was pushed back further into the door. There was nowhere for her to go, nowhere to getaway. His thin lips were soft, but his kiss was anything but. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and licked at the seam of her lips with his tongue. 

Marlena opened her mouth to protest, but the second she did, his tongue touched hers, and he groaned. The contact produced a spark, dark energy that radiated through her entire body, pooling between her legs. Not once did he take his lips from hers as he rocked his erection against her core. Her body hummed at the friction, and she moaned into his mouth. His hands flew to the back of her neck, pressing her up against him as he kissed her until she was dizzy. 

With a deep, throaty growl, he abruptly ended the kiss. He reached down and ran the pad of his thumb across her lower lip. Her chest heaved as she again tried to catch her breath. Her teeth began to chatter. His eyes drank her in as they skimmed over her face, then down the rest of her body. She could swear that it felt as if he were actually touching her, not just looking at her.

“Over there, go” he snapped, motioning with his head to the white sink.
 

It was like they were back at square one. His hand pressed hard against her mouth, and the other wrapped around her waist. When she hasn't moved, he lifted her off the ground and dragged her to a stand infront of the bathroom mirror, locking the door behind him. He pulled her skirt up past her ass and pushed her over the sink. Marlena looked up at the mirror, his eyes stared back at her in the mirror, but they were hollow, entranced with arousal. He pulled her hips out angrily and tugged her panties to the side. 

“Tony-“

“I see the way you look at me, Marlena. I’m not blind.”

He reached forward and ripped her blouse open. John made her learn to always pack a spare. He ripped her bra down so that her breasts bulged over the tops of the cups. “Tony please-“ 

“Count.” He gritted “call me, Count. Say it.”

And her breathing turned staccato as she viewed the show in the mirror: the tall, dark beast behind her. 

Tony was the devil. 

She knew it. 

Her breasts were propped out, her body bent over, waiting to be used by the beast however he pleased. To her surprise, he sank out of sight, and she felt his long tongue slide inside of her, his mouth embracing her pussy. He hummed with arousal as he lapped up her wetness, navigating the flesh with his tongue. 

Discovering, conquering, giving. 

“Say it, Marlena”

“Count…Oh-” she mewled. 

If he just wanted to use her, he wouldn’t do this. He did this because this was about her pleasure just as much as it was his, even if he won’t ever admit that. It didn’t take long before she exploded all over his mouth, clenching the sink as her legs dissolved under her. Her high heels slipped out from under her legs as they shook from the quake of her orgasm. 

She fought it, the sensation within her. John’s image never left her mind’s eyes. 

She called out his name over and over. 

 

Marlena trembled in front of the mirror, as he rose back insight, like a predator rising out of the bush. He pulled her ass out again with one hand while reaching forward and squeezing the soft flesh of her breast so hard, she yelped. “Shhhh...oh Jesus, I love your moans” he whispered into her ear. His curved hardness pressed in between her cheeks. “I gave you something, now it’s my turn to take,” he said. He reached over her shoulder and pumped the soap dispenser several times as an aqua-colored gel pooled in his hands. She watched in confusion and he brought the hand down and rubbed it in between her cheeks, right to the spot that he has only toyed with thus far. She gasped as he slid two fingers into the tight space, and her curiosity immediately turned to fear. 

Fear of him forcing his thickness into the tightness. Fear of the unknown. She grimaced as he reached his long fingers deep into her. And he held them there for a while. 

Another finger, swirling, moving, stretching her out. “Breathe,” he commanded, and she let out a huge exhale. “Don’t…I can-“ She didn’t even realize her chest had become so tense. He glided those fingers in and out of her, with each thrust, the strange feeling became more familiar, more pleasurable. And she tried to shed her skin to rid herself of scars, but they were carved into her bones too. She wanted to cry out from the injustice of it all. Marlena began to pant with anxiety – maybe even panic. This was never meant to be played out. It was safe, locked up inside her mind, where all filthy thought goes to die.

“Ton-”

“Oh, you’re a feisty one. Let this happen…I know you want it…be a good girl for daddy. I know how bad you want me…want my cock inside you.” And then he stopped. 

Marlena looked up at his eyes in the mirror, he tugged on his lower lip as his body pushed forward and she felt the intense pressure as he forced into her. He let out a huge sigh as soon as his head was in. 

“Admit it.”

She shook her head. 

It was unforgiving and so tight. It hurt, and she was scared she wouldn't be able to handle it. Once he was a quarter in, he reached around and covered her mouth. “I’m going to break you in, I’m going to break you so hard that even John won't be able to help you. It’s going to hurt like hell, and then it’s going to feel good. Don’t fucking scream. Understood?” 

She nodded, but she was so terrified she wouldn't be able to comply. And then he pushed the rest of the way in and Marlena let out a gravely groan into his hand. 

It was so harsh, she shivered in his grasp. The feeling of his cock in her ass was so violent, such a violation.

 

“Fuck, Marlena,” he said, every muscle in his body sunk as he sunk into her. A tear trickled down her cheek because it was so intense because she was cheating on her loving husband, but she breathed like he told her, into the security of his hand. He pulled out slow and pushed in slow. Each thrust picked up a little more speed. Suddenly, there was a sharp stabbing pain. She jerked violently, but his arms around her firmed up and he pinned his wide chest to her. “Shut up,” he said. “Just breathe. It’ll feel good if you relax.” His tone was unusually assuring. The searing pain dissipated as a couple of tears ran down her cheeks and rested on the hand that covered her mouth. 

“Look at me, Marlena. Fucking look at me!” She took a few deep breaths and Tony continued to pull out and push in, pulling her up to a standing position so that she rested on his chest behind her. 

He filled her. 

“Obey,” he whispered with enough intensity to almost stopping her heart. 

She watched in the mirror as Tony stared into her eyes, his towering frame swallowing hers, his huge hand nearly covering half of her face. The serpent in his eyes danced as he tightened his grip around her. She was unable to stop a soft moan. Her entire body tensed in a silent plea for him to stop. He pressed his lips softly to the shell of her ear. This man was her stalker, her terrorizer. His eyes rolled up as he sighed, and she felt the tightness around him become a little tighter, and then he let out a primal groan as his cock pumped in her. 

 

“Marlena...fuck, oh fuck...” he said, releasing himself inside of her. He pulled out of her and moved his hand through her hair. He stumbled over to the sink and turned on the tap. Marlena watched him quietly as his mark on her slowly trailed down the back of her thigh. Fresh tears in her eyes. 

 

“Come here,” he said, not looking over to her. She wobbled toward him, sore from the invasion, uncertain of what he wanted from her now. He wet a stack of paper towels and reached down her leg, lapping up the fluids that he left behind. 

“Here,” he said, positioning them in front of her. She looked up and grabbed the towels from his hand to finish the job he started. 

“Leave me alone,” she said. He didn’t respond. Instead, he put himself back together and left the room like he didn’t just make this woman cheat on her husband. Like he didn’t just tear her into thousands of little pieces like he didn’t take a little part of her she won't ever get back.