He carried me straight into his room, completely ignoring the curious glances from the staff as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I kicked my legs in protest, but it was useless—his grip was firm, and his damn smugness was even firmer.
"Liam, put me down! This is humiliating!" I huffed, trying to wiggle free.
He didn’t even pause. "You keep fighting, wife, and I might just drop you on the bed and teach you a lesson."
I gasped. "You wouldn’t dare!"
He chuckled darkly. "Try me."
Smack!!!
"Do you want a smack on your butt again , Mr. Husband?" I challenged.
Liam froze. For a second, I thought I had won. But then, with a slow, predatory smirk, he adjusted his grip, holding me even tighter.
"Oh, wife," he murmured, amusement laced in his tone. "Now you’re really in trouble."
