•NOT EDITED• She moved back and stopped, as there was no space to move. he immediately holds her waist with a grin on his face and says, "Well, wasting time is what we're best at." "Move aside, Vaardan, I don't give consent for this." She tried to push him from his hard-toned chest, but he didn't bulge a little. "I don't need your consent; you're my wife. I can do whatever I want," he declared. "Leave me, Vaardan." She tried to get out of his hold. He forces her hands together and holds them tightly as he pushes her onto the bed. She struggles to break free, but he towers over her with a wicked grin on his face. "You're not going anywhere, my dear," he says menacingly. She pleads with him to stop, but he only responds with a cruel laugh. He ducks his head down towards her neck, causing fresh tears to spill from her eyes.
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