I stripped off naked in front of him, dropping every piece of clothing down on the floor one by one, gazing at him. I'm not ashamed to stand naked before him because my body belongs to him only. I had submitted myself to him utterly on that day only when we had made love for the first time. He is glaring at my waist. I know, in his mind he's only thinking about how that bastard was dancing with me by grasping my waist, his anger is rising with each passing second. He's out of his senses, his mind is not in his control.
I'm a bit nervous but deep inside I know that my Zain will never hurt me, not in my dream even.
He suddenly grasped my waist and yanked me to himself before saying in a grim tone, "you have really disappointed me a lot, Princess. How could you let any other man touch you?
