Page 65 of His Wild Attraction

My heart was pounding so hard, squeezing tightly inside my chest until I couldn’t breathe.

Panic gripped me.

She won’t? She can’t? What did she mean she didn’t want to do this?

“No. No! Don’t tell me you don’t want to do this, Lupina,” I said, sputtering my words.

Fear made me choke.

Suddenly, I was so fucking scared.

Was she trying to leave me already?

The possibility made me sick to my stomach.

She can’t leave me. I won’t let her.

I’d do anything to keep her. Promise anything. Give anything. Even trick her.

If I had to fuck her into submission right there on the countertop to get her to agree to stay, I would.

“I fucked up by not telling you everything, but there’s no going back for us, Ellie. I won’t let you leave,” I growled, placing my hand on her elbow.

I wanted to force her to face me, but I needed to calm down first.

“What? No, I didn’t mean that. I just meant, I can’t have you shutting me out. I don’t want to feel like this,” she said, her voice low.

“Like what?” I asked, right behind her now.

I needed to see her face when she was speaking so I could gauge how she felt.

Ellie heaved a sigh, but she turned around. Her eyes were still downcast, and I couldn’t help it then.

I reached out and touched my finger to her chin, lifting gently until she looked at me.

“We’re married now. We do this together. Please, just talk to me. Explain to me what I did wrong and how I can make it up to you, Wife.”

Curiosity burned inside me like a living thing as I watched her processing my request.

Would she indulge me? Or tell me to fuck off?

I was eager to know. Anxious for her decision on how to handle me.

My Lupina was no mouse, no matter what she thought or how others viewed her.

I knew it, but that wasn’t enough. I needed her to know it, too.

“I’m sorry I—” Ellie started.

Her expression was so forlorn, it pained me to witness it. That I had caused her even a second’s displeasure made me ridiculously angry with myself.

She deserved better. For her, I would do better.

“Don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s on your mind,” I said, interrupting her.

“Okay, fine,” she muttered and heaved a sigh.

I bit back my smirk.

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