Chapter 470

"Sophia? Are you okay?" Vivian's voice exploded from the phone.

Ethan Roscente reached over and snatched it away.

"None of your business."

Silence filled the line.

"Holy shit—Ethan?" Vivian recovered quickly. "What the hell did you do to her?"

"Legally married." His voice was icy. "Do I need your permission?"

The call ended abruptly.

Sophia Lowell lunged for her phone. "Are you insane?"

"Just stating facts." He caught her wrist with one hand. "Or am I not your husband?"

His shirt rode up, revealing red marks on her pale skin.

Too tired to argue, she bent to text Vivian an explanation.

The moment she stood, his arm yanked her back.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To change." She grabbed a paper bag.

Ethan shook it open first. A pastel dress fluttered onto the bed.

"Do it here."

"You’re sick."

His fingers trailed her waist, popping two buttons open.

"Every inch of you was mine last night." His lips brushed her ear. "Too late for modesty."

She clutched her collar.

"Just changing clothes." He nipped her collarbone. "Unless you want something more?"

"Get lost."

"Liar." A third button gave way. "You weren’t this shy in the dressing room."

Her body stiffened.

"That was—"

"Was what?" He gripped her chin, forcing eye contact.

Sophia turned her face away. "Don’t push it, Ethan."

"I can push harder." His hand slid under her shirt. "Choose. Dress yourself, or I’ll do it for you."

The rumpled sheets were a silent threat.

She bit her lip and turned. "From the back."

The bra clasp clicked open.

His fingertips ghosted down her spine, drawing a shiver.

"Stop hiding." He pried her hands from her chest. "I’ve touched every part of you."

His breath scorched her neck. A fresh bruise bloomed.

"Are you a dog?" She flinched.

"A wolf." His teeth scraped her ear. "The kind that eats little rabbits."

He slid the dress on slowly, leaving the zipper at her lower back undone.

"Ethan!"

"Patience." His finger traced her spine. "Did I bite too hard here last night?"

The mirror reflected her flushed face.

"I’ll call the police."

"Go ahead." He nipped the nape of her neck. "Let them arrest me for dressing my wife."

As another kiss darkened her collarbone, her phone buzzed.

Vivian’s message flashed: [Girl, you’re doomed. Ethan’s going to devour you alive.]

Sophia glared at her ravaged neck in the mirror and stomped on his foot.

"How am I supposed to go out like this?"

"Perfect." Ethan pulled her back into his arms. "Stay home. Wear nothing but my shirts."