The green house is lush with exotic plants, yellows, reds and greens obscuring your vision. At least, what little you could see. He made the servants watch, unconcerned as his eyes ravage you, wanting to claim and rut into you with fervour. Pupils turn into slits as he wills your body over the arm of the teal chaise lounge.

Sharp pearly nails trailing your jaw parting your mouth as he pops a grape through them; juices glazing your lips. He hums, withdrawing them and pressing them against his teeth-marked lower lip and sucks onto the pad of Ignoring your incessant words of divorcing him. Undoing the bond, and cursing him to loneliness."If only you were more obedient, I would kiss your scars away. Including ones you’ve said I incurred"

He move his nose by your jaw, nuzzling you like a pet "Divorce, hmmm, sounds complicated. I would rather keep you for Us"