“I didn’t give Raven permission.”

“Oh.” His wife frowned, and he shook his head.

“Raven is a law unto herself. I expect better from you. You’re my wife.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why did you go out tonight?” he asked, growling the words.

“I wanted to.” She nibbled her lip.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

She shook her head.

“I mean it, Abriana. I’m fast losing my patience right now. I’m pissed off. Do you have any idea what those men could have done to you and to Raven?” He watched as she wrapped her arms around her waist, clearly shaken by the whole ordeal, but he wasn’t done. Not even close to being done. “Some men won’t take no for an answer, and some even get off on it. You were not fucking safe.”

“You just want me to stay home? Not do anything?”

“I don’t want you to be in danger. You can’t be.”

“Because you lose your connection to the outfit.”

At that, Ugly Beast stared at her, not saying another word.

“You’re mine to protect, but if something happens to you, there’s nothing to stop an all-out war, Abriana.”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” she said. “Those men didn’t want me.”

“They wanted you. Willing or not, I don’t care. You’re mine.”

“You haven’t even seen me in a few days.”

“It doesn’t mean you don’t belong to me.” He needed to get the fuck out of here. Raven had brought Abriana this dress, and it was driving him crazy. It showed off her tits to perfection.

After seeing a bunch of women fucking all day, he didn’t need to stare at his wife, who was supposed to worship his cock, and not get any. He was rock-hard, and the cause of it was standing right in front of him.

Her hair even looked tempting, to have it down, and ready for him to grip as he fucked her hard and deep.

When he stepped toward her, Abriana had enough sense to step back. With each step he took, she did take one back until he stood right in front of her and the wall could no longer grant her any room to escape.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Are you still sore?”

She frowned at him in confusion.

He pressed his hand between her legs, the dress covering her from his touch. He wondered if she wore panties. The dress wasn’t tight enough to show him that.

He watched as she licked her lips.

She shook her head.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up,” he said.

Staring down into her brown eyes, he stroked a finger from the pulse inside her neck, down to her chest.

“Last time, you did,” she said.

He smiled. “Last time doesn’t count. You were a virgin, Abriana. You want me to stop and I’ll stop. You don’t, I’ll keep on going and keep on touching you.” He slid his hand into her pants, cupping her.

She let out a little startled gasp. He slid his finger between her slit, finding her clit.

She wasn’t overly wet, but he had only just started to turn her on. With her tit on offer as well, he lowered his head, and flicked the top of one tit with his tongue. She closed her eyes, and another moan slipped past her lips.

Touching her clit, he stroked her gently at first, but he also wanted to make sure she was aroused.