Chapter Sixteen

Emma

The dress I chose for the dinner at my husband's parents' house is the most behaved I had.

I don't know how his father might react to me. I even prefer that we don't stay in the same place if he wants to talk to me.

I finish my make-up and put things aside.

"Are you done yet?"

"Yes" he watches me "Does the dress please you?"

The last few times Boris has complained about my dress. I don't know what he likes to see me wearing.

"Yes, I liked it" I give a smile "Even more than I should."

I turn my back so I wouldn't have to face him. I was feeling embarrassed by his compliment.

I feel his hands run through me, until they reach my breasts, where he leaves a painful squeeze.

"You look different," I decide to comment.

My husband kisses my neck and runs his hands over my body, tracing every detail.

"Doesn't that please you?"

"It pleases me very much. I just don't know why."

"I just want to keep you to myself."

He had been like this since the day he talked to my father. I just wanted to k