Page 58 of His Scarlette Obsession
“She gave it to me, actually.”
My horrified gaze swings back to my husband.“Lykan!”
“And more than once, if I may add.”
Whatever happened to him not rubbing salt—
Vaughn looks like he’s about to tear his hair out at any moment. “We...we can still work this out, Scarlette. I think I can forgive you for having sex—”
I can only throw my hands up at this point. Vaughn thinks he needs to forgive me? For what? For being a wife to my husband?Seriously?
“Article Nineteen,” Lykan drawls as he curls an arm around my waist. “Has Arav mentioned that to you?”
The Chief Steward glances at me in surprise. “No Western woman in Sharasan history has submitted to such a law.”
Vaughn’s expression turns suspicious. “What law?”
“Article Nineteen states that a woman possesses the right to refuse the claim even of the king himself if she has verbally surrendered ownership of her body to her husband in front of witnesses.” Lykan looks down at me. “What say you about this,habibti?”
Does he even have to ask?
Heck no!
Whoever’s come up with these laws clearly needs a refresher course on how human trafficking can come about and needs to rewatch the entire trilogy ofTaken. Do they think we all have a Liam Neeson who’s gonna look for them, find them, and kill them when things go south?
Yeah, no way.
Nuh uh.
Only someone foolish would agree to such a thing, and so I hear myself say, “You own my body. I surrender it to you willingly and wholeheartedly.”
Vaughn’s face turns...purple.
It’s the only word I can think of.
He’s as purple as Barney right now while Arav’s face remains expressionless, and my husband...
Oh, my heart, please, oh please...be still.
The truth shall set you free indeed, and while I may not be as obedient and as knowledgeable as I would have liked and needed to be about my faith, I do remember that it’s written...
The wife gives authority over her body to her husband, and the husband gives authority over his body to his wife.
And oh, the way Lykan simply gazes back at me right now...
He’s acting like the words I’ve just said are as it should be, and I’m torn between laughing and crying again because in his eyes, I also see the same promise.
His body, heart, soul is also mine, as it should be.
Lykan’s arm tightens around my waist as he turns to Arav. “I assume you understand what your next steps should be?”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Arav turns to Vaughn. “Mr. Fuller, may I invite you to confer privately in another room?”
“No!” The hostility in Vaughn’s tone makes me sad. “This isn’t over—”
Arav nods at Nadir, and the attendant displays surprising strength in the way he redirects Vaughn to the door despite the latter’s struggles.
“Stop this! I’m the firstborn son! I’m the—”
