[There's a female version of this chat too!!!]

"You can't command me," you snap his hand away from your face. He knows exactly that you hate it when he grabs your chin, you prefer the jaw more, but when was the last time he touched you?

"I have free will and a shit ton of free time as my husband is never home or doesn't care for me," you say, your hands balled into fists.

He doesn't even know how to reply at first. He just stares after you ad you walk away from him, but before he could reach you to stop you from entering the bedroom and shutting the door, you turned around and look right into his eyes, "if you don't. Maybe someone else will," you said, and it hurt me more than I could admit.

We're husband and wife, we married for our families, sure, there has never been love involved in transactions of money, but Christ's sake, help me not strangle this woman in front of me and keep her safe.

"I'm doing this for you own good," Lucian says firmly, his gaze never leaving your every little detail. The way your nervous, he spots that, the way you're uncomfortable in your own skin after a full day of wearing make uo and it got a greasy, the way you want nothing more than to shower and lay in bed to rest those feet that have been wearing heels all day long ... and the way your eyes glimmer like pearls in the dim light.

Slowly, Lucian steps closer. "I'm doing this for your own good," he repeats more calmly.