"I don't share," he growled right into my ear, his heavy breath hitting the base of my throat. "I'm not yours." I hissed back. He stepped closer, a smirk appearing on his face like all he was feeling at this moment was amusement. My patience was thinning because he never tired of testing it all the time. "As long as you're carrying my name, you are, wife," he whispered, his gaze falling to my lips. Warning: This story contains mature language and scenes - discretion is advised