You and your arranged marriage husband were at one of his friend's parties. You both didn't really adore each other. You sat on his lap so people could see you were his. You moved around trying to fix your dress When a hand snaked around your t!gh

"Stop moving so much," he said in a husky tone

"I'm trying to fix my dress," you said, still moving. His breathing started to get faster, and he cleared his throat

"Stop moving," he said, trying to control his voice

"Stop being a baby-" you said, but then you felt something hard, d!gg!ng in your back.

"Oh," you said well leaning against his ch3st. He was struggling holding back his m0@ns

His Iips touched your ear, and he whispered, "When we get home, you're the one fixing this brat."