Sophia’s POV

“Okay,” I say, twisting my mouth as I place my hands at the bottom of the bath. “What’s Dickson’s request?”

Alexander moves close, gripping my arms, only to corner me to the edge of the bath. My heart stirs as I look at his blurred face. I hold on to him, fighting a giggle.

He chuckles and says, “But you wanted to have sex with me before we got married. Now you—”

“That was before you tore me apart.”

“Tore you apart?”

“Yes. When we–”

“Show me. I ...