Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 878

Mark pushed Arianne into the corner and tilted her chin upward with his hand. His eyes penetrated hers.

“What the hell am I doing? Well, for starters, I noticed that you have been challenging the line quite frequently lately. You came up with a prank to torment me a little, didn’t you? Now, if I don’t punish you right now for it, I’ll soon find out one day that I’m completely under your whims!” he hissed. “You want to go out to work? You should be the one pondering more deeply about me because work should not jeopardize your role in Smore’s life and mine. This is how we live now, Arianne. If you can fulfill our needs, I’ll let you work.”

Arianne’s heart thumped wildly against her chest. Her eyes glided from his handsome face down to his Adam’s apple, then to his collarbones, then to his hardened, toned chest. Finally, that infatuation young girls got when a man first nabbed their hearts crashed onto Arianne like a deluge.

She could not fathom why — despite the two of them already having posterity — his action still managed to make her face flush and her heart refuse to be still. Was it because they never had actual, consensual intimacy before? The sort of intimacy between two people who willingly surrender to each other? How many times had they had sex since their marriage? Arianne could not tell. Whatever the number might be, it was probably one reason why having sex with Mark still felt as exciting as a first-time could get.

Feverish lips rained down on her. Her heart shuddered at the touch, and before she knew it, she had begun to raise herself tall by standing on her feet, her hand slinging around his neck. He pushed her to the bed, and suddenly, she wondered out loud, “You had a lot of rounds last night, though. Are you sure you even have enough energy to spare for tonight?”

Mark’s motion suddenly froze into place. A look of shock and a tad bit of hurt crossed his face. “Arianne—!”

Unfortunately, the woman was a little too intoxicated by his action that her foggy mind could not figure out why he sounded so offended by her words. “What? Oh, I knew it, you’re tired! You must be tired during the day, too. I understand. I guess we’ll go to sleep tonig—”

His expression darkened before he pushed her legs up into the air. “That’s it! If you’re not a screaming mess tonight, I’ll renounce my name as a Tremont!”

Fast-forward to one in the morning. Tiffany Lane suddenly bolted up from her nightmare with a lingering profound dread that was reluctant to leave. She sat up on her bed, her hand on her chest, and found sleep had evaded her completely.

She could not even remember the dream that had woken her up.