(Marcus’s POV)
Beverley was getting too bold.
After her daring performance the day before, sending me that filthy nude photo from her bed, bending over in that tiny dress while “cleaning” right in front of me, flashing her t**s and wiggling her ass while Bianca was just in the kitchen, I knew it was time to remind her exactly who was really in control. She had tasted power and was starting to enjoy pushing my buttons. I loved her growing confidence, the way she was becoming more daring and playful, but I couldn’t allow her to forget the natural order of things between us. I was the one in charge. I always had been, and I always would be.
I waited patiently until Bianca went upstairs to take one of her long, relaxing baths. The second I heard the water running and the bathroom door clos
