#open up

“Doll, look at me!” He ordered. You whipped your head toward him, glaring at Steve. “Good. Now we can talk about your attitude today.”

He crossed his arms over his wide chest, sternly looking at you. “You are Steven Grant Rogers’ fiancée. From now on, you must behave in public. Leave your battles to me.”

You pouted.

“She…” You averted your gaze and sighed deeply. “She called me a gold-digger and said that you will go back to her.” You didn’t know when you started to accept your relationship with Steve, but now that you do, you won’t let some woman steal him.

The bastard smirked. His ego grew two sizes that night. “I told you to leave your battles to me. No exceptions.” Steve said, slowly walking toward the bed. He stopped right before you, gesturing for you to get on your knees.

“My wife cannot talk like a wench offering her cunt to men in dirty alleys.” Your eyes widened at his words. “You are about to become a queen. If someone insults you, I want to hear about it first. I’ll punish them, not you.”

Arguing wasn’t in Steve’s plans. He unbuckled his belt, eyes holding your gaze. “Steve… I had to defend myself. You weren’t there. I was an independent woman before you…snatched me.”

Steve unzipped his pants, unbothered by your words. His eyes fixed on you, Steve pushed his hand down his pants.

“Doll, I will give that mouth something to do. After I’m done with you, we will discuss that woman’s punishment…”