Book 3: The Worst Punishment

Anacá's POV

We tumbled into the bed together, and I watched him hover over me. His hazel eyes held my gaze, while his arms on either side of my body held me captive.

“Are you sure?” He lifted an eyebrow at me, and the look he gave me was so full of heat, I ignored the anger bubbling inside him. I knew he still hadn’t believed or forgiven me. 

I nodded, and he watched me intently. Yes, I was his. I had already surrendered my body, mind, and soul to him. He was the only one I loved and the only one I would belong to. But now wasn’t the time to confess. He wouldn’t believe me. It was time to show him through my actions. It was time to prove my love for him. 

His fingers worked on the buttons of my top while his eyes held my gaze. I knew he was giving me ample space to back out. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to please him tonight. 

He eased the top out of me, still with his eyes on me. A hot flush crept up my body as his eye