“Are you alright?” Derrick asked, his arms wrapped around Lia firmly. Lia stared at him and all she wanted that instant was for him to kiss her silly.
“Make love to me,” she blurted.
Derrick's eyes flew wide. He gaped at her. Her words sounded like one coming from a drunk woman but at the same time he didn't think she was drunk talking. “You are drunk. We can't…”
She didn't move. Same as her gaze. “That is what husband and wives do. You said I was your wife and you own me.”
He managed to pull himself out of the shock. A sigh left him. Was she still on about their little act from earlier? “Come and I will take you to bed. You are not in your right senses right now–”
She flinched back. “Don't try to force me to sleep! I am not drunk. I know what I want…and what I want right now is you
