"Make this up… to me? You think this is something that you can make up for?" Livia is incensed. "Am I a stupid child you can bribe with a candy or two to overlook your betrayal?"
Without thinking, she wraps her hands around her husband's neck. Only when she does that does it hit her how woefully incapable her slender fingers are of actually acting on her threat.
Raylen simply laughs and lies down, pulling her down with him. She finds herself straddling him, hands still around his neck.
"Dearest," he smiles, "this is not how you punish a man."
Livia can feel his arousal between her legs and that makes her feel helpless. Indeed, what can she even do to "punish" this man?
That helplessness gradually morphs into anger—passionate, red hot, and spiteful.
Who is to say she cannot torment him?
She grinds herself against him, causing her dress to ride a little up her athletic thighs.
