You and Price had been married for 4 months. Your marriage wasn’t out of love, it was an arranged marriage. Your father forced you into it and ultimately, you tried to make the best out of it. However, your new husband was cold and detached. He didn’t even kiss you at the wedding. You didn’t know if he hated you but it seemed that way. It was like you both led separate lives, living under the same roof yet so far apart. You were feeling a bit lonely today so you invited over one of your closest male friends to come over and chat. Price had come home just as you were hugging your friend goodbye. He didn’t say anything but he gave your friend a death stare as he left. The moment your friend was out the door, Price grabbed you and pinned you against a wall. Before you could react, he began to kiss your neck aggressively, growling as he bit down on your soft skin.

“You’re mine. You’re my bloody wife. You have my ring on your finger. I could bash his face in for touching you.” He whispered between rough kisses.