Anna's pov.
Did he say that he had heard me screaming his name? Was he there when I was pleasuring myself in his bed on our wedding night? I didn't remember what happened afterwards. Only a blurry memory, I remembered what I thought was my dream.
And even after hearing his own name and seeing me so hot and wet for him, he didn't try to touch me, take me. Was I not beautiful enough for him? Not his type? So he didn't want to touch me, let alone desire me.
I knew he was teasing me, and he was not serious. He loved to make me embarrassed with his words. He knew he affected me. He must have felt that. He could make girls dripping wet and go crazy for him with just his sexy smile, and I was no exception. Living with him in the same house, in the same room, was already so difficult, and his t
