You and your arranged marriage husband, Rushan Mamedov, were at one of his friends party's. You and your husband didn't really like each other that much since it was an arranged marriage. You thought that your husband probably hated you.

You was sitting on his lap so that people could see that you were his. You moved around as if you were trying to fix your dress until a hand snaked around your thigh.

"Stop moving so much." Rushen said in a husky tone.

"I'm fixing my dress." You said as you continued to move.

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 digging in your ass.

"Oh..." You said while leaning against his chest.

You felt his heart racing and beating quickly against your back and all you could do was smirk. You slowly start to circle your hips against him. Rushen was struggling to hold back his moans. His lips touched your ear and he whispered.

"When we are home... you are the one fixing this.. brat..."