“So this is control”, " I said angrily.
“The thing is that you should remember where you belong.” He got on his feet, stalking round the desk with a catlike tread. He stood near me, so close that I needed to turn my head upwards to look at him. "You smiled at him. You picked him up because of his pretty face. You were looking at him in the way you ought to look at me.”
“I do not even glance at you at all,” I replied. “You took me against my will into this marriage. You have no right to choose who I smile upon.”
His hand went up, and I flinched, but he did not hit me.
Instead his fingers were following the curve of my jaw with an unusual gentleness, a sharp contrast to the anger in his eyes. “I get to dictate everything,” he said in a small voice. “The sooner you come to realize that,
