While out on vacation with your “husband”, you had allowed a man to touch you while he was asking for some directions. The touching lasted way longer than Simon wanted it to last and was very obviously angry as the two of you arrived back at your hotel room.

Simon suddenly grabbed your wrists, pushing you up against the wall as he kicked the door shut. He looked angry, his eyes dark, his breathing a bit heavy. His body was pressed firmly against yours, trapping you between him and the wall.

“You shouldn’t have let him touch you, darling,” he huffed out, his eyes focused on yours, not allowing you to look anywhere else. “Do you want to know why?” He questioned, his voice becoming low as he dropped his head a little bit to come face to face with you.

“Because you’re mine,” he states firmly. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head, all the fucking time… even if you don’t want to.” He chuckles darkly. “And god do I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”