The Bible says; Touch your wife

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Chapter 16

Ashley frowned.

He was holding her boobs as if it was a normal thing to do and she didn't like it.

She wanted to hit herself for what was going on in her head.

Her mind was a thinking mess, thinking about the things she considered dirty.

"Tell me Ash, have you ever read the Bible? Heard it's a key to heaven itself." He said and she hissed.

"You can't possibly tell me you've read the Bible Mikhail, who in the world would let a monster like you into the church talk about giving you a Bible?" She glared at him and he smiled, liking the challenge she held up.

"Is that what it seems? Even the Bible did say that the devil knows best what is written in that Bible you humans read every time you go to church and pretend like you didn't fuck your wife to produce a child. It's funny to think that Father Antonio had fucked his wife to bring forth a child, like pining her down a bed and fucking her till she was ripe with his child. How funny." He said and laughed, letting her boobs go.

She glared hard, wanting to hit him with the item on the table but she knew better.

"Now listen to me Little Ash, one day sooner.. I'll have that with you, I'll fuck you to Oblivion but not yet, I'll make you beg for my touch, and only then will I fuck you." He said and smiled, a menacing smile that made her frown.

One thing Ashley was confident in was that she was never going to beg for his touch. She would never try it.

"Okay then Mr. Mikhail, if that's what you're hoping for, that means you're not ready to have your heir yet cause I will never stoop so low to beg you to fuck me." She said, hissing the last part and walking away.

"Be careful what you say, we wouldn't want you eating your words at the end." He yelled, at her walking figure.

There was nothing cool about Ash, just some normal ordinary girl with a nice curve. A girl he'd hate her and a woman he wanted underneath his bed and he'd have that soon, but then she'd be the one asking for it.

He'll make her beg to the point, she'd be the one to initiate things.

Kicking the pillows out of his way and placing them on the couch, he bounced out to his room.. smiling as he did.

Maybe taking Ashley was not a bad thing after all.

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The restaurant was not in her mind at the moment.

Her folk had the spaghetti she had taken for the past five minutes but putting it into her mouth was now the problem.

She didn't know why he had taken her to the restaurant but she didn't like it.

Glaring at him as he walked to their table with a smile, she dropped the spoon and hissed.

"What the hell is this Mikhail? I thought you said we were going to the hospital to see my mother. This does not look like a hospital ward." She fumed.

"If you want to see your dearest mother, sweetheart you'd have to calm down. Patience is a great virtue for a woman as yourself." She frowned at his words.

Ashley didn't like beating around the bush.

Earlier the day, she had asked about her mother and he had insisted he took her to the hospital himself but she was not going to say a word to anybody.

She hated being controlled. Hated being yelled at and most of all, she hated Mikhail Mazza more than any fúçking thing under the heavens.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you want to kiss me very much, seeing the look you're giving me." He smiled at her.

"Trust me, Mikhail Mazza, there is no way you'd want people to know that I am going to be your wife." She hissed, picking up her fork and sticking the food into her mouth.

"Why not? You're sexy and beautiful, every man is staring at you right now and the fact that they can only stare but not touch is making me feel so good." He smirked.

"Don't tell me you're the only one that can stare and touch, we both know that this is nothing but a year contract Mr. Mikhail, and nothing more."

"Don't tempt me, Ash, I can do the unthinkable right here." His smile widened and she frowned.

"Like what, stripping in front of so many men, touching me as you did in the room? Get over yourself Mikhail, you're nothing but a monster."

Mikhail Mazza had no time to bicker with a woman.

He knees Ashley to be a mouth runner and nothing more.

She couldn't even hurt a fly.

Earlier the day, when she had gone to the car.

He had gone back to tell the guards to drop the puppies in her room.

Ashley Crook. There was something about her that no matter how he tried, he couldn't pin.

Standing up, he took slow strides to her chair, although the chair was so close.. he made it seem so far and when he settled on the chair close to her, he could swear he saw her breath hitch.

He hadn't begun anything and she was already breathing hard.

They sat at the very end of the restaurant and no glasses were facing them, but even though there were he wouldn't give a damn.

"What were you saying earlier, huh?" He asked his hand on her knee.

"What the hell are you doing?" Her eyes widened when he moved his hand into her gown and she almost tripped out of her chair.

"Ha, be careful their wife before they think we're doing the unthinkable here." He said, smiling at her as if his hands were not moving up the gown.

"Ha." Ashley gasped, her hand going swiftly into her gown to pull off his hand that was on her core.

"If you try that Ashley Mikhail, I will fuck you till there's no voice left in you tonight, dare me." It was a threat, more like a warning.

His hand pressed and rubbed her core through her lace pant.

"I'm...I'm, I'm sorry., stumbled, breathing hard as her hand dropped to her side.

Mikhail Mazza smiled.

She was going to that place be wanted her.

Standing up, and cleaned his hand with his hanky.