Anastasia POV
He lets go of my lips, leaving a bruise in its wake, before my brain can comprehend, my hands raise and a slap is thrown across his face.
A gasp is heard from the driver and he stops the car as we are already at home.
My fingers shaking in anger, my brows drawn together, my eyes raise to meet his shocked and angry ones.
I push the car door open in anger and walk into the dark house, I'm yet to renovate and it still looks the same as before, dark and brooding.
The slam of the door halts me at the bottom of the stairs.
"You won't ever in your life do that again" he whispers his voice deep, low, and threatening.
I turn to him, my eyes narrowed, "Dare me" I threaten back turning back to the stairs
His steps are heavy and fast and he grips my arm stopping me, "why the f**k
