[Margaret's POV]
My face burned red. Being carried into the room by Donald like a doll made me feel ashamed.
I was like something that belonged to him. But the person was Donald. Once I realized this, I felt another surge of heat in my groin. My body ached for him.
"Donald, put me down. Please..."
I struggled in his arms. Even though no one else is watching anymore, I wasn't used to this. I'd rather walk on my own than be carried around by my mate.
Donald stared at me intently. Without blatantly ignoring my wishes, he gently placed me on the bed.
I looked at him, finding him charming.
My face flushed with shame and excitement, I fidgeted with the blanket.
"Why did you suddenly do this?"
I muttered.
"I don't like it."
Donald took my fingers off the blanket and pressed them to his lips.
"What?"
"I don't like it when you look at other man."
