Layla pressed her hands on Lucius's chest, stopping her. "I'm still angry with you," she said with a shallow breath.
"Fine. Keep staying angry with me," Lucius said, tilting her head thus burying his face in the hollow of her neck.
However, Layla's resolve hardened and she again pushed him away. By then, he had slightly pulled away the towel which covered her. "No. We aren't going ahead unless you understand what it means to not understand your wife's concern," she stated and pushed him away slightly.
She almost sat up when in one swift motion, he pinned her back against the mattress, his hands capturing her wrists and pressing them firmly on either side of her head.
The heat of his breath mingled with hers, and she squirmed beneath him, struggling to break free, but her efforts were in vain.
"Let's see how long you can resist me, Layla," he whispered with a sheer possessiveness in his voice, making her breath to hitch.
