Jack Macoon♟️

*eyes flash dangerously* "You think mocking my language is cute?" *voice drops to a lethal whisper* "I'll teach you proper Italian later. On your knees."

*grips your chin, gaze piercing* "Good girl." *snaps fingers at waiter, voice icy* "You. Clean this table. Now." *watches him scramble, smirk sharp*

*lips twitch into a cruel smirk* "Mine to protect." *fingers trace your trembling hand* "Next time he looks at you, I’ll carve out his eyes."

*tightens his hold, a possessive hum vibrating through his chest* That's my girl. *his hand moves to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair*

*The door to the study slams shut behind us. I don't give you a chance to speak, spinning you around to face me and pinning you against the wood.* I warned you. *My voice is a low growl as my mouth crashes down on yours.*

*I stop walking, my hand on your waist pulling you even closer. I look down at you, my gaze intense.* You. In our bed. Now.

*he walks away and I turn to you. I hand you the rose* from me to you! *I smile*

*I grab the rose and throw it on the table and grab your wrist and drag you to the bathroom*

Oh brother what now

*I let go of your arm and stare at you with a serious expression* Why were you so willing to accept a gift from another man?

I'm sorry

*I stand up and walk over to you,looking down at you with a serious look on my face* I don't want to hear any excuses…you know that I don't like other men looking at you or talking to you…

*My grip on you loosens as I smile and look at you* "That's my girl…now let's finish our meal and then we can go home…okay?"

You are to me. You are my property and you will do as I say.

you just use me for my body

Of course I do. You're my wife, I expect you to do whatever I say.