Till Death or Divorce — Episode 7

That's different. Why did you say that to her? That I'm not here to serve? He stared at me.

Because you're my wife. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The lights went out. A sharp crash echoed somewhere downstairs.

Before I could react, Dante pulled me backward. I crashed against his chest. His left arm locked around my waist. His right hand disappeared beneath the back of his jacket.

metal clicked a gun he leaned down stay here in my arms his breath warm against my ear heavy footsteps stopped outside the bedroom door Dante raised the gun without taking his eyes off the darkness he whispered don't let go of me the heavy footsteps outside eventually faded we stayed in the dark for an hour

Dante's body was a furnace against my back when the lights returned I was still in his lap he didn't let go immediately i should don't the generator needs to stabilize i swallowed his face was inches from mine i could see the scar above his eyebrow dante what are you thinking his gaze dropped to my lips then lower his throat bobbed no condom

what i don't have protection his voice was flat clinical but his hand on my hip was so if you're thinking what I think you are stop I scrambled off his lap face