Deadly Sins

Chapter 4: Infidelity

I can feel my own nails dig into the soft flesh of her hips as I succumb to her prowess. I finally catch my breathe and, as I did with the day before, resent my iniquity. Fuck. How did I let this happen again?

1 Hour Earlier

I finish my notes on Rook Gregson and sigh in relief. I can't believe it's taken me a week just to finish this minuscule task. I would have gotten this thing done in a half hour tops before. But Maryse, I scorn at the thought of her name, she keeps me from getting any work done. It's already noon and I haven't seen or heard from her all day. Thank God. After yesterday I'm sure she wants to try and get closer to me. Things have been rocky at home but Trish and I have finally started to make amends. I can't afford to have Maryse around clouding my judgment anymore than she already has.

Speaking of the devil. Maryse does her routine of standing in my doorway letting me get an eye full of her outfit of the day. And as usual it's questionable. I notice her lavender scrunchy dress. It stops right above her knees, a little more conservative than usual. I peel my eyes away and look back at Rook's file not really taking a big notice of her presence as I did the days before. My wandering eyes are what's caused this. I can't continue to look at her. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cena." I close my eyes in annoyance. She just won't go away.

"Good afternoon, Maryse." My voice comes out harsh and stern. "I see you finally decided to come to work. It must be nice to be able to pick and choose when you show up." I mutter vaguely hoping I can be rude enough so that she'll leave. I flip a page and read on about Rook's rough childhood. Maryse's shadow on my office floor doesn't disappear. "What?" I snap as I look up at her. She smirks in response and takes a step into my office emphasizing the sway of her hips more than necessary.

"Tense I see." She swings the door shut without looking at it. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Look, Maryse. About yesterday..."

"I was good wasn't I? I bet you'd like a little something more." My heart sinks. Is she suggesting sex?

"Yes..." Shit, my subconscious is taking over again. "I mean no." Dammit. I could kick my own ass for letting that yes slip.

"I'm no expert in the English language but I'd say that was a contraction."

"What?" I stare back at her confused. What the hell is she talking about? Contraction? I think hard for a second. Oh, I get it. Contradiction she means. "Um... the word is contradiction. I..."

"Right. You have contradicted yourself, Johnny." Johnny? What? We're not even on a first name basis and she's over here trying to give me a nickname. Nah, this isn't going to fly by me.

"Please, call me Mr. Cena. I don't like Johnny. Especially not from some intern." My voice leaks with attitude.

"Well, I can see someone has woken up on the wrong side of the bed. What's your problem?" She challenges me. I cock my head to one side and slam my pen on my desk. She glares a hole through me with her hands on her very curvy... sexy... intoxicating hips... Jesus. I grunt in frustration at my deviating mind.

"You're my problem, Maryse." I slightly raise my voice enough for her to understand how angry I am with her but low enough not to let Angela or anyone else for that matter over-hear. She crosses her arms in an angry stance as she scoffs. She mumbles something in French rapidly before matching my tone.

"Oh I see. I'm only good enough to suck your dick and after that I'm useless."

"Oh don't try to make this my fault. I told you I was married but you wouldn't listen. You came in here day after day trying to seduce me. You willingly did it. So don't try to blame me for your own actions." She opens her mouth with a quiver then shuts it like she changed her mind on what to say.

"I don't believe this. You're an asshole, you know that."

"So I've been told." I state as a matter of fact as I flip the page trying to appear uninterested in her fight. She shifts her weight to one leg in a challenging manner.

"You had no problem with me fucking sucking your cock yesterday." Her words are vulgar and hits me like a truck.

"That's because..." I shout. I grit my teeth realizing that I'm letting her get the best of me in this argument. I lower my voice trying to contain my rage that's building up. "That's because you threw yourself at me."

"And you caught me." She barks back. I'm stumped. How can I respond to that? She was right. I could have rejected her but I didn't. I barely fussed at all. I was all in on it. I knew it. I knew it the second I set eyes on Maryse that she'd make me act irrationally. That I would fall victim to her charm. She's just so damn irresistible. Even now being as pissed off as I am I can't help but swoon over her. She's sexy and that's it. Any man, happily married or not, would be tempted by her. She's the epitome of what every man dreams of.

I chance a look at her face. I feel bad for what I've said to her now. She's so upset. Her eyes are watery and her lips are pouted. Her brows are furrowed and her stance rigid. I sigh. Sure, I'm pissed off at her but I didn't mean to hurt her feelings.

"Look, I was wrong. I ogled you the second I saw you. I led you on. It's not that I don't like you, because I do but only in the sense that a boss could like an employee. Understand?. I think you're a wonderful woman full of potential. You're brilliant, you can hold your own in an argument, and you're witty. You have the opportunity of being the best damn prosecutor we've ever seen." She glances at me with less hurt in her eyes. "I never meant to give you the wrong impression. I've been married for 5 years and been with Trish for 7. Sure, we have our issues but we're trying to work through them. I love my wife and I'd never intentionally hurt her. What we did yesterday can never happen again. You have to understand that and respect it. I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea. It was never my intention."

I stare at the sulking woman waiting for a reply. She shrugs her shoulders. "It's fine." She sighs like she's exacerbated. No, she's not fine. I can tell. She's crushed. I feel guilty. She probably thinks I'm some kind of jackass who used her. I never meant to do anything with her. I just... I couldn't control myself.

"Maryse. I..."

"Let's just look at this stupid Rook." She rolls her eyes as she heads towards my desk. She doesn't come around to stand next to me like she did yesterday. Instead she stands diagonally from me. I want to say something to make her feel better but decide against it. I've already been enough of an asshole to her. She doesn't need to hear anymore of my mouth on the subject. I hand her the folder and she opens it and starts to read.

"Take a seat." I tell her as I glance down at her feet. Wearing heels like that must be killer on her feet. The least I could do is make her comfortable.

"I don't want to sit." She replies with an edge in her voice. Damn, she's pissed off.

"I'm not asking." I completely disregard her wishes. "Now sit." I demand her as I grab a chair from the front of my desk and drag it around to her setting it behind her. She grabs it by the arm rest and practically yanks it from my grasp. I shake my head ignoring her rude gesture. She reluctantly takes her seat. I take my own seat again and fold my hands on my desk. I glance at her and she's still reading. I look at her hazel orbs and can see the pain etched in them.

"Stop staring at me, Mr. Cena. It's rude." She requests without looking up from the page. I lower my eyes and stare at my own hands.

I'm a fucking idiot. She's hurt. I don't blame her. I let her suck me off without a second thought yesterday. And now today I'm yelling and fighting with her. Pretty much telling her I regret yesterday. She probably feels used and disgusted with herself. I never should have fed into her advances. It's all my fault. I'm nothing but a jackass.

"I think they are going to try and plead insanity." She brings me out my deep thought. "Have you seen this guy's track record? He's been in jail countless times. He spent more time in jail than I've been alive." I nod at her words. Rook's been around, sure. But I did the math. He hasn't served any more than a few years every stint being in and out of prison every couple of months. The guy just doesn't seem to learn his lesson. In total, he's been in jail about 23 years of his life. That means Maryse has to be young. Like, really young. Unless she's exaggerating.

"Maryse, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"20. Why?"

"Just curious." 20? Geez. She's not even old enough to drink. She's already finished law school with an amazing grade point average and scored an internship with us. She's not just brilliant. She's a genius. She's accomplished more than most people do in their lifetime. No matter how smart a person may be, experience is the only way you'll truly learn anything about the real world. No wonder she got so hurt when I was arguing with her. She's young. She probably thought I was going to leave Trish for her. No matter how many times a man cheats on his wife, majority of the time he is not going to leave her for another woman. It's unheard of for a man to leave his wife for another woman.

"Anyway, Rook has a clear idea of the justice system. He has been charged and arrested for everything except murder. He's supposed to take medication for bi-polar. All they have to say is that he didn't take his pills and that's why he did what he did." She points this fact out to me that I entirely over-looked. I could kick myself in the ass. How the hell did I miss that? That's their smoking gun. His attorneys could say he wasn't thinking clearly. He'd definitely get off with that as his defense.

"Well, we're just gonna have to come up with something to counter that claim. You know, some kind of scientific data or something to prove them wrong. Judges and jurors love scientific evidence. It never lies." My phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and look at the caller I.D. Trish. "Sorry. Excuse me." I take a few steps away from Maryse and answer my phone. "Hey."

"John, where's Skip?" Skip? I have no clue. Why would I know where the dog is? She should know, she's the one home.

"I don't know. Why?"

"Goddammit. You fucking left the gate open this morning when you went to get the newspaper. Jesus Christ, John. You let him run away."

"You were home all day. You should have made sure he was there. I didn't know I left the gate open."

"You should start paying attention. I told you a billion times to lock the damn gate." She roars at me through the phone. I roll my eyes as I take a seat on the window sill. I glance at Maryse who is still reading the Rook case file. This whole situation with Trish and now Maryse has my brain fried. For once I'm grateful for Maryse being around. She can pick up on the mistakes I make. These fucking women are draining me of my ability to think. Making me miss valuable information. They're gonna be the downfall of me. I'll be glad once this all blows over.

"He's a fucking dog. He's meant to be in the wild. I'm sure he can survive a day being outside..."

"Oh my God. You're ridiculous, you know that? You're fucking ridiculous. He's just a puppy you moron. He has no clue how to defend himself let alone survive outside. This is all your fault. Those stray dogs are going to tear him apart..."

"Oh yeah, blame me again. I'm the reason for every bad thing to happen to you." I let the sarcasm spew from my mouth. Maryse glances back at me quickly before resuming her work.

"You listen to me you jackass. And I swear to God, mark my words. If anything, and I mean anything, happens to him I'll never forgive you." She threatens me like she always does. I'm not even phased by her empty promises anymore. If she was going to act on them she would have by now.

"It's not like you forgive me anyway." I can sense her grisly disdain on the other side of town. She's fuming. She'd probably clock me in the jaw if she were here.

"Go to Hell, John. Just go to Hell and fucking burn!" She hangs up on me before I can reply. I grind my teeth as I slam my cell phone onto the ledge in an angry rage. Stupid fucking Trish. I thought we were finally starting to make-up and she has to call me and start shit again. God, sometimes I wish she was a guy. Then I could just roll up my fist and...

"Is everything alright Mr. Cena?" Maryse asks me cutting my domestic abuse thoughts short. I rub the back of my head in anguish.

"No, it's not. Nothing is alright." I turn my back to her to glare out of the 6 story high window. "It's never alright." I mumble to myself. She remains silent as I wallow in my fury. "Trish is blaming me for her stupid dog running away. She's been home. She should have checked on him." I vent my rage to Maryse without realizing it. She remains quiet. The stillness of the room makes me question Maryse's presence. Did she leave without me realizing it? I peek back to find her reaching over my desk for a pen. She's bent completely over resting her chest on the desk with her arm outstretched ahead of her. I can't help but notice how the back of her dress rises up revealing the bottom of her ass just like the other day.

All of my annoyance and rage sinks to my groin at the sight. She grabs a pen as she looks back to see what I was doing. She quickly stands up and straightens her dress when she notices me checking her out. I shake my head and advert my eyes to nothing particular on the floor. I'm ashamed that she saw me looking. Shes caught me looking just minutes after I told her we were through. And here comes her mouth in 3,2,1...

"If you don't want me to get the wrong idea again you better keep your eyes off of me." She reprimands me like I'm a child in the principal's office. I furrow my brows and crinkle my nose.

"What are you talking about?" I try to play innocent. Its the only defense I can think of.

"Stop staring at my ass Mr. Cena. It's inappropriate. You know, for a happily married man like yourself." Her words mock my lie I told her earlier. Happily married my ass. I'm fucking miserable with Trish. Maryse turns back around and starts to write something down with her newly acquired pen. Ah, okay. Sarcasm is it? She wants to poke fun at my marriage. Anger fills my thoughts once more.

"Un-fucking-belieable." I sputter under my breath. Who the hell does she think she is? She's doesn't know me or Trish to be able to judge our relationship. She spins around facing me with menacing eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" She doesn't wait for my reply. "Have you ever wanted to just punch someone in the face?" Her question catches me off guard.

"What?"

"Okay, I'm going to be honest with you. Since today started I've just had this nagging feeling to just punch you right in the face. Like, I just wanna kick your ass." Well, damn. She's straight to the point and blunt as all hell.

"What the...? Why?" I'm stunned and confused as to why she would want to just kick my ass seemingly out of nowhere.

"Because you infuriate me. You cause all of your own problems but try to pin them on someone else. You blamed me for yesterday when it was clearly your fault as well. You didn't stop me. You could have stopped anytime but you instead continued. Today, you tell me yesterday was a mistake. Yet you can't seem to get your eyes off of me. You leave the gate open and caused the dog to run away. But you don't take the responsibility for it. You instead get into a screaming match with your wife. You can't accept your own actions when they're wrong. You have some issues you need to address."

"Whatever. You're not some psychiatrist. You don't know what you're talking about." I roll my eyes not wanting to fight with her anymore.

"Another reason why I would love to hit you. You think that just because you don't agree with something that the other person is automatically wrong. When in fact, you're the one who is wrong." Her words kill my last nerve. I've had just about enough of these women fighting with me. If she wants a fight, then a fight is what she's going to get.

"If you wanna hit me just fucking do it." Her face twists into anger and she charges toward me.

She swings but I catch her by the wrist and with one swift move I twist her arm spinning her around and pinning her on my desk. I keep my hold on her arm and use my other hand to keep her head bound against my desk. She lets out a surprised small yelp. "See? I was ready for it before you even thought it." She struggles to free herself from my grasp but I hold her down tighter. "Relax." She stops squirming.

"I'm calm. I'm calm." She pants out. I let go of her slowly and she stands straight up. I open my mouth to speak but she attempts to elbow me in the face. I grab her arm mid-air and ram her back against my desk successfully countering both of her attacks. She wiggles and struggles and I lean on her back with my full body weight to hold her down. She's acting like a fish out of water. I place my foot against hers and push her legs apart to put her more at a disadvantage. Take out the base and render her defenseless.

"Get off of me." She strains her voice. She shifts under me again unknowingly placing my member right against her core.

"Not until you cool the fuck down." I successfully fend off her attempts of freedom. She grinds her body against mine. I unwillingly find myself growing erect against her mound. The idea that the only thing separating our flesh is clothes pushes me to the other side. My darker side. My primitive side. She skews under me only furthering my arousal. Fuck... this is kinda sexy.

I push myself against her loving the warmth that's cascading out of her. She stops squirming entirely surrendering herself to me instantly feeling the spark I'm feeling. I let go of her arms and place my hands on the desk on either sides of her head. I lean down close to her ear. "You're gonna have to learn how to defend yourself. You're too easy." I can smell her hair. God, it smells heavenly. I take a long slow whiff.

"I believe you're the one who's easy, Mr. Cena." She says this just as she arches her back pushing me even tighter against her tempting flesh. She's teasing me. She knows I'm hard. I know she can feel it. She thinks I'm easy to arouse.

"Maybe I am. But you have an effect on me like no other." I buck my hips simulating a humping gesture. She responds back by purposely grinding back against me. All the blood in my body rushes to my shaft causing me to get harder than a rock. I hold myself against her focusing the one thing that would bring me the pleasure I so desperately need.

"You either do it or stop teasing me." Her voice is breathy and heavy. She's getting just as turned on as I am. I think she's even enjoying herself.

"I'm the boss. I don't take orders from anyone. Including you." I slap her ass hard keeping my hand on her plump toned base. She softly coos upon contact. I squeeze and relish in the feeling of her ass against my palm. I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw her. She lies there letting me do as I please. I slowly let my hand travel to the back of her thigh gently caressing her as I go. I slide my hand to the inside of her thigh and she arches her back once more allowing me even more access to her sensitive woman hood.

I run my hand up and down her silky smooth skin. With each upward motion I draw closer and closer to her sweet spot. I brush a finger across her thong taking a chance. Seeing how far she'd let me go. She doesn't respond negatively. She arches her back once more. She wants this as much as I do. I rub her through the thin fabric teasing her with my finger tips. I can feel the damp juice on my fingers. Yeah, she definitely wants this.

"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes." She pants out with desperation. I slip my fingers under her panties making skin contact for the first time. Her breath pitches at my touch and I insert one finger slowly testing the waters once more. I want to know for sure if she's down for it. I know I am.

"You want me?"

"Yes." She replies just like the last time. I rub circles with my finger inside of her enamored with the feel of her walls. I continue my work with my right hand as I use my left hand to undo my belt and drop my pants to my ankles. I slide my digit in and out. In and out. Shit, this is sexy. I run both of my hands up her backside, take a hold of the strap of her thong, and slide them down her thighs. I press my manhood against her entrance.

"Tell me what you want."

"You." The sound of her voice drives me crazy. There's nothing sexier than a horny foreign woman.

"Convince me." I crave for her to beg me. Implore me to screw her.

"I want you to fuck me." I lose it. Her accent when she curses coupled with the sexy tone drives me over the edge. I force myself into her feeling her walls contract against me at the sudden invasion. She grunts out at my intrusion. I grab hold of her hips and pound into her.

"Ahhh..." Fuck. I can't help myself. The sensation is overwhelming. It's been so long. I pick up my pace wanting to feel overpowered by pleasure. I need this. I want this.

"Oh, John..." She moans out as I continue my assault. I hold onto both of her hips keeping her still so I can penetrate her deeper. I stare down at the back of her head as I screw her hard from behind. Her blonde hair is a familiar sight. For a second I let Trish slip into my mind. The blonde hair is so mesmerizing. Just like Trish's... No. This is a Trish-Free Zone I remind myself once more.

I force my wife out of my thoughts as I pound away into Maryse's tight hole. She moans out constantly growing louder with each powerful thrust. "Shhh." I attempt to control her volume but to no avail. She just responds with another groan. I let go of her hip with one hand and reach up to her head. I place my hand over her mouth muffling her sounds. Her head is forced back toward me. The control and power by me seems to set her off. She grunts and writhes under me in pure satisfaction. It hits me. She likes being dominated. She likes being rough handled by me.

I fuck her hard and deep feeling the tension building in my balls then shifting to my rod. This is it. I can't take it. Her pussy is just too fucking tight... I feel my own breath hitch and catch in my throat as I close my eyes and focus on the pressure building. I can't... I'm gonna...

"Uhhhh..." I let out a long low growl as I spill out into her. I feel every ounce squirt deep into her. My hand involuntarily squeezes her hips digging my nails into her skin. She moans loudly against my hand vibrating my entire arm. Her teeth clamp down onto the sleeve of my white linen dress shirt as I give one final thrust emptying the rest of my potent protein. Her walls clench around me and her legs go limp. She pants against my hand as her inner muscles relax against my satisfied cock. I slide out of her leaving her sprawled out on my desk motionless. I yank my pants back up and on.

I struggle to catch my breath as she slowly rolls over onto her back then up to a sitting position on the edge of my desk. She pulls her useless thong back up and adjusts her dress. She shoots me a gratified smirk. I adjust my pants and blazer hoping to hide any signs of my recent actions. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck pulling my lips to hers. She kisses me long and hard as if she's thanking me for the good screw I gave her. I return the gesture still half out of breath. She finally breaks the kiss and sighs as she tries to steady her heart beat. She seems satisfied alright but I feel like I have ripped her off. I've never lasted this short before. I guess I got a little excited and overwhelmed from the absence of that feeling for a while.

"You know, I don't always last this short." I say as she runs her nails over the back of my head in a relaxing scalp massage. I don't know why I'm telling her this. She doesn't seem to be complaining about it. I need to reassure myself that I'm not some pussy minute man.

"Mr. Cena, I assure you that it was nothing short of amazing. But, hell, I wouldn't complain if you screwed me all day. I look forward to next time." She dips her voice at the last sentence sending a chill down my spine. Next time? Damn... the thought of a round two with this woman makes me want to pounce on her again right now. My body just isn't up to it. It's been months since I've felt the inside of a woman. I need to rejuvenate.

"Who says there's gonna be a next time?" I ask just to see what her response would be.

"There will be a next time, Mr. Cena. I know it." She winks at me sensually as she takes her seat once more pulling the Rook folder to her reach. I shake my head in disbelief. I just fucked this woman hard on my desk and she goes right back to work. Now that's something I admire.

"I think you'll do just fine around here, Maryse." She smirks back at me.

"I'd think so since I'm sleeping with the boss." I let those words sink in. She's sleeping with the boss. Me. I'm hitting that. Fuck, I'm one lucky son-of-a-bitch.