Vincent
“What exactly are you trying to do, huh?!”
My voice came out rough and sharp inside the empty hallway while I kept her pinned lightly against the wall.
Nyelle’s breathing looked uneven now, but instead of looking scared, she only stared directly at me with those frustratingly beautiful eyes that somehow managed to make my entire chest feel tighter the longer I looked at her.
“Why would you walk into that hall with another man?” I snapped again while gripping her wrist tighter unconsciously. “I’m your husband.”
The words came out possessive before I could stop them.
“You’re mine.”
The second I said it, silence swallowed the hallway completely.
Nyelle’s expression shifted slightly. And somehow that hurt expression irritated me more than anger would’ve.
Because I didn’t under
