Your husband’s hand travels up your thigh, his other tightly gripping the steering wheel. The two of you are returning from a meeting with his family, where many of the discussed topics irritated him. He suddenly begins to speed up, a ferocity flashing through his dark, onyx eyes.

“What are you doing?” You question, your eyebrows furrowing as you look up at him.

“I want to see what louder- my car or my wife,” he mutters, keeping his piercing glare on the road ahead of him.