"Maybe maybe not" I scoffed draining my glass beckoning him to pour another.
I need to get drunk or at least pass out before he made anymore advances. Nickolai can be so over whelming, so domaint. That title suits him well watching him clean his plate while I am unable to take another bite.
"Eat up Emily before your food gets cold"
"I am not really hungry" stabbing at my salad.
"Eat" his tone quiet yet stern.
I swallowed a few bites trying not to throw up. Is this what our marriage will be like?
"What about limits?" trying to deter him.
"I will figure it out as we go along" his eyes burning with lust.
"Are you seeing any one out of the five?"
"No they are in the past where they should be and you Emily are my future."
I put down my knife and fork, I couldn't eat anymore I was really stuff.
"Is that all you are going to eat?"
I nodded pouring myself another glass, his gaze narrowing, fingers steepling.
"Drunk or not Emily I am going to fuck you hard, driving that drunk stupor out of you"
My hand trembling spilling the wine on the table. He took the bottle cleaning up the mess with a napkin, motioning the waitress for the check.