A wedding night.

I felt both hands cup my breast through my dress.

“I know you wouldn’t dare forget that tonight belongs to me.” He whispered into my ears.

It was at the tip of my tongue to remind him that he had been holding another woman not long ago, but tonight was mine too. I wanted my husband.

He had done well in taking my mind off the fact that I would have been raped, sold, or any worse thing that my father and that evil woman had in mind for me. Even though I had tried to hide it, I knew I was scared.

I was so scared and I needed his touch to chase that fear away. Only his touch could assure me I was in arms again. I was safe.

I was wrong to think I would find safety only with Louis. Safety was here too. And tonight, I wanted to come under his touch.

Carlos's surprise must have hit the roof when my hands went to his that were cupping my breasts and urged him to squeeze them.

He obeyed only for a few seconds before he stopped.

“You don’t tell me what to do with you.” His voice came out as a sn