“Stop it.” My voice had become a whisper.
“No.” His voice was firm, his fingers continued their way up, tracing lightly along the fabric of my underwear. “Tell me, Liv. Why were you unhappy in our marriage?”
“I hate you.”
“You hate me? Then why are you so flustered right now?” He smirked, his thumb gently rubbing circles against my skin. “Why are you so wet and dripping for me, huh? Does the four-eyed guy also make you feel this way?”
“No, right?” He seemed happy about that. “You’ve always responded to me like this. Always loved my touch. Even if you reject it right now, you know who you’ll always belong to.”
His words flew right past my ear. I needed to remind myself it was the mate bond. It wasn’t fully broken yet and that was why I felt this way. That was why my core ached with so
