Her flat refusal obviously angered him.
"You don't get to refuse. This is your duty as my wife." Yuri Sinclair continued to take off his shirt, tossing it aside and revealing his muscular chest.
Ashley Bowen watched him, her face pale and her lips trembling violently.
'If he yelled and screamed at me, I wouldn't be this scared.'
But it was his seemingly gentle words and slow, methodical movements that filled her with a growing terror.
It was the calm before the storm.
"Let me see if you and Howard are really so innocent," he said with a cruel smile, leaning down toward her.
"What are you doing?" Ashley Bowen's eyes widened. She pushed herself up with her hands on the bed, scrambling backward.
But the bed was only so big. She was forced back until there was nowhere left to go, her back pressing against the cold wall.
Yuri Sinclair pressed down on her, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Don't struggle. Relax, I'll be very gentle with you."
