“Join the club.”

“You get to have your fun. To enjoy other women, and I’ve got to stay here and what? Wait for you?”

“Yes.” What my wife failed to see was that I hadn’t slept with another woman since I’d made her my wife.

I let go of her neck. “This conversation is over.”

“Why? Because you said so?”

“Yes. Do as you’re told!”

“No!” She shoved me in the chest. “I’m tired of being told what to do. I won’t allow it anymore. I will find a man and when I do, I will sleep with him.”

I snapped.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I walked her into the sitting room and bent her over the sofa.

She cried out.

I pressed my cock against her ass.

“Let me go.”

“You want to know what it’s like to take a man? Do you think you’re going to have any control over them? They want one thing.” With my other hand, I cupped her pussy. She cried, trying to get away from me.

I rubbed her through the soft fabric of her pajamas, but I knew she wasn’t aroused. I was scaring my wife.

“The only cock you will ever know will be mine.” I spun her around, and I saw the tears glistening in her eyes, the fear. Any arousal I had faded.

I pulled her up against me, slammed my lips down on hers, and kissed her hard. There was no gentleness. This was rough, hard, and I had to have it.

She didn’t fight me, and at the end, I thrust her away from me, storming toward the bathroom.

I slammed the door closed—it had been fixed, along with the bedroom door.

I removed my jacket and shirt, pressing my palms flat to the counter, and I stared at my reflection.

Why did I care if she took a lover?

Aurora was all mine and I liked it that way. The thought of another man touching her… I couldn’t; a cold rage seeped into my core. The need to mark her, to make sure every single man stayed the fuck away from her was strong.

I’d never known this rage. This was new.

I’d dealt with my anger so many times in the past, but this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This was a whole new level of anger, and I didn’t like it.

My reflection didn’t help.

I removed the last of my clothes and stepped beneath the spray of the cold shower. I stayed under the water for a good thirty minutes. When I closed my eyes, all I saw were the tears and the fear.

Aurora shouldn’t look at me like that.

I was aware a lot of men got off on hurting women in our world. How their tears turned them on and the harder they fought, the easier it was for them to take. Rape never appealed to me. Forcing a woman sickened me. There was no power there.