Krystalina~
“What do you think of yourself, huh?” He walked like a predator calculated and calm. Ready to devour.
I clenched the hem of the bathrobe, gulping timidly.
“Answer me… wife.” His cold, ruthless brown eyes gazed at me, making my skin prickle with goosebumps.
“I am your wife,” I stuttered, all the confidence vanishing into thin air.
A cruel smirk formed on his mouth, his gaze not averting from my face. “A contracted wife, dear… I think you forgot your place.”
My place? What am I… a maid?
He stopped close way too close than I would have preferred. His chest rose and fell, hot, rugged breath escaping from his mouth.
“You shouldn’t forget your place, Mr Ashton… you are standing in my personal space,” I gritted, and a low, cold chuckle left him.
“This is my room,” he snapped.
