His hands were slipping away, but I forced them back around my waist and snuggled deeper into his arms.

I was taking what I wanted by force, and although my husband was a cold-hearted bastard, he still wouldn’t hurt me for unknown reasons.

“You don’t have to sleep in here. You have a room in perfect condition for that,” He grumbled but made no move to unwrap himself from around me. After last night's argument, I was too tired to walk back to my room.

Apparently, being emotionally ...