I try to get away, but it isn't easy. His arms are holding me close to him, and his mouth does not give up mine. Why does he have to kiss so well? Suddenly, I regain my sanity, and I manage to bite his lips, causing him to complain. Finally, he pulls away from me.

"But what are you doing ?!" Lucas exclaims as he complains of the pain, and I look at him thoughtfully.

"Who do you think you are to kiss me ?!" I reply angrily, and he grabs my arm.

Our gazes challenge each other. If they were bullets, we would probably be injured.

"I'm your husband, and I assure you that what happened here won't stay like this," he warns me.

His words send chills down my entire body. I'm not sure what to expect from him.

"Don't even think about touching me again because I'll forget about the whole agreement," I warn him.

"I like that you have personality," he says with a smile that I would like to erase. With his finger, he removes the blood that is left o