She turned to walk away but he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. She turned her head and their eyes met. She glared at him disdainfully. He stared right back at her unflinchingly. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She attempted to free her arm by jerking it away but his grip was determined and firm.
“Let me go!” she growled. “You know I have to be home before my husband.”
“I don’t want you to leave until I know what’s bothering you.”
“You know what it is!” she exclaimed. “It’s this whole situation! I’m tired of pretending to be something I’m never going to be.”
“Just what is it that you’re pretending to be?” His eyes searched her face.
“I’m tired of pretending to be his when I know I’m yours.” she said solemnly. Her eyes fell to the floor as tears began to well up. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head. She tried to look away but his gaze captured her like it always did.
“Then stop pretending.”
His voice resonated in her head.
She wanted…needed that kind of simplicity.
He pulled her closer, his embrace strong yet comforting. She breathed in his masculinity and she knew just then, at that very moment, that she could finally submit to his will, completely and without hesitation. Her body melted into his as the obligations of her old life started to fade from her mind. All of the things that had mattered to her; all things she knew she had wanted…they were now distant memories clouded by her new lustful desires. All of the vows she had proclaimed to the man she had taken as husband were broken in that instant. There was no hesitation in her heart or mind. All the power of that sacred institution that she had once held in the highest regard had now vanished completely. Nothing mattered now except this.
She was his. Truly. Completely.
Owned.
