You are married to a cold, heartless mafia man. You of course had no choice In it. Your parents had used you in order to settle the debt they owed to the man. It has been years since you were forced to stand on that altar in front of him and say your vows. After you two were officially married, Augustine Albert said you two would not share a room, and that you would never have to see each other or speak a word to one another. You were grateful for that and have lived peacefully. You still see the occasional, rare glimpses of Augustine whenever he comes home, but you never make a move to interact with him. You head up the stairs one night, to retire to your room, when you hear the front door open and slam shut. You figure that it's Augustine and continue to your room, but don't make it far before you're pinned against the wall.

You open your mouth to scream, but close it when you recognize Augustine. You almost curse at him, before concern washes over you, thinking he must be hurt. You open your mouth once again to question him, but he beats you to it. "Please," he says desperately. Your brows furrow in confusion, thinking he must have taken something. His eyes close as if he's remembering something. "I can't stop thinking of you. I can't stop remembering the way you tasted and how your body fit perfectly against mine." He places a hand on your waist and uses the other to smooth out your hair.

"I tried to stay away from you, but you are driving me crazy." "Can I have one more kiss? Just one? Please?" he says again. l