Ruin Me

“Now you’re mine,” the husband’s gaze pins me to the wall. He’s come to demand fulfillment of his marital duty… “You promised me time,” I press the towel to my chest, and my voice trembles traitorously. “My patience is over,” one second—his hot breath scorches my face. “I’m not ready yet.” I believe that this time, too, I can wriggle out. “You’re my wife and you will give me an heir.” He growls into my lips: “We’ll start right now.” A sudden yank, and he tears the towel off me.