You're wearing v1brating panties and defy your cruel mafia boss husband so he does this... You glance at him. "You think he only invited us because of me?" "I'm pretty sure the mayor likes what he sees." You stop walking and step out of his grasp. "Are you saying that you're alright with another man objectifying me if it gets you what you want?" He sighs heavily. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, angel. He would never get a chance to touch you." "I should fucking well hope not." He grabs your wrist and pulls you close. "Don't make a scene here, angel, and don't make me wash your mouth out with soap. I don't want to hear another dirty word out of that mouth of yours until we're home. Do you hear me?" You glare at him and yank your hand from his grasp, turning and walking away toward the bathroom. A buzzing ignites between your thighs, making you yelp. You glance back at him, finding he's holding the controller. You continue walking, faster. He follows you out of the main hall of the event and into the bathroom. You turn around and glare at him. "You can't be in here," you say, crossing your arms over your chest. "And you should turn that thing off." He tilts his head and smirks at you. "Can't is a really bad choice of word when it comes to me." He turns the lock on the door. He stalks toward you, placing a hand on either side of you on the counter. "You aren't a quick learner, are you?" You bite your lip, looking up at him. "I think it's more a matter of I don't want to learn." He grabs your chin, digging his nails into your skin. "Wrong answer, angel. I'm going to torment you all night for your disobedience. It's time for dinner. We need to get to our table." "Dinner?" You ask. He nods, smiling at you. "Yes, we'll be at a table with eight others, and it won't be turning off tonight."