“The operative word ishusband,” he said. “Everything in this house is mine.” He held her gaze. “Everything. I choose how to use it all. You should remember that.”
Her lips had parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
She was afraid.
Good.
He bent toward her and pressed his mouth against her cool cheek, then had to stifle a groan at the sensation of her velvety skin against his lips.
“Goodnight, wife.” He murmured the words against her cheek.
He straightened and left, before he could do something he would regret.