Chapter Twenty Seven: June

The cold, menacing voice sent a shiver down my spine before I even saw him. I could recognize that tone anywhere, even in my sleep.

"What were you doing, Kitten?" His grip on my wrist tightened when I didn't respond. The pressure stung, but I bit back any sound of pain, refusing to give him that satisfaction. His tall frame loomed over me as he pushed my hands above my head, closing the distance between us. His frustration was evident in his sharp inhale before he repeated, "I asked you a question, wife."

I flinched, his words cutting deeper than I expected. I forced my face into a mask of innocence and met his gaze. "What are you talking about?"

His eyes darkened. "Don’t you dare try to act all innocent." One hand moved to my waist, yanking me even closer until our bodies were flush against each other.

"Oh, you mean what I did with Sam?" I attempted to pull away, but my struggles were futile against his strength.