Burning Passion: Love Never Die

‘What’s going on?’ she mused, growing more panicky. And that was the thing. She was hoping he’d say something to ease her anxiety. Instead, his actions just scared her even more.

Suddenly, he stopped, leaned forward and looked into her eyes. He said in a serious voice, “Deb, I’ve already given you plenty of time. We’ve been married for three years, and I never laid a finger on you. I don’t care about the past, but from now on, I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally. Understand?”

She didn’t think Carlos had it in him. He never said so many words at a time. This was the most he’d said to her in a while. Debbie, however, was focused on the sentence-“I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally.”

“He’s going to have sex with me?! What should I do? Should I turn him down?”

With a red face, she stammered, “I-I understand.”

To be honest, she had already mentally prepared for this when they were in Jork. After all, Carlos was her husband, and it was normal for couples to have sex. They would have done it there if it weren’t for their argument-they couldn’t agree on what position to use. But now, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted to talk to him, not do the horizontal mambo.

And so far, Carlos had been nice to her. The only thing he did that really ticked her off was maintain a relationship with Megan. And even that could be forgiven, as long as none of them crossed the line.

wasn’t sure that they hadn’t crossed that fabled

financially, and sent Phillip and Julie to ensure she

what Carlos said next sent chills

first time. I don’t care whether you were top or bottom.

that, time seemed to stop. There were no other sounds in the room. None at all. And she Lay there, watching his expression turn, and the

for this. Not at all. She was his wife, damn it! She was his woman, and she had no right to turn him down. Not now. Not Like this. Not after all he’d done for her. And now, she dared to lay her hand on him. ‘She slapped me! Again?!” He couldn’t hold back his anger anymore. It rose in

“This isn‘t your first time,“ she finally got it. And that was not all. She now knew why he said “I don’t care

she was his wife, he had always believed she was a slut who dated countless

but tears streamed down her cheeks. These were not tears

rush of adrenaline overtook her as she pushed the man away from her, jumped out of bed and shouted, “You asshole!” That word hung in the air between them longer than either of them would like to admit. Each person believed

grabbed her jacket and stormed out of his

door and was about to leave when suddenly she