CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: JUST LIKE THAT
CHRISTINE’S POV
THIS PAST FEW WEEKS I AM DOING THE WIFE THING. And now my body wants it. But mind knows what exactly what it wants. My mind is still contemplating everything. To the desire and lust.
I strode into the master suite like a lunatic on the way to the prison. Ian was furious. In fact, I believe he is angrier than the night I stabbed him, but I am angrier as well. He appeared to be trying to strangle me.
Fear slid down my spine, causing my skin to break out in a cold sweat.
Would he hurt me?
No, he wouldn’t. I knew it in my bones. He might spank me, but we would both enjoy that. No doubt he would tease me until I admitted I belonged to him. I just needed to comply with whatever orders he gave to prove my apology and then he would forgive
