Marabella's POV
I frowned as I put cream in my hand to rub onto his back. "What if I don't want to get used to it?", I mumbled, as I applied cream to his bruise. Luca's muscles tensed, "If you want out of this marriage, I'll allow it. I won't be happy about it, but I'll let you go", he gritted out. My eyes were already locked on his in the mirror. "That's not what I meant", I frowned deeply, my voice small. Luca's muscles relaxed and his face softened some. "Then what did you mean?", he asked. "I don't want to get used to seeing you injured, Luca. I mean, f**k, how would you feel if this was me?", I asked, my hands gesturing as I talked.
Luca's eyes darkened and a growl reverberated in his chest. "Oh, I'll be checking you for injuries next. Don't you worry", he said, his voice guttural
