The Daughter in the Shadows (by Una Norris) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 My Needle My Rules

“You… Yunice couldn’t really do anything to him.

Wyatt scoffed. “Still not over Paul, huh?

Yunice rolled over and sat up. “Who said I’m not over him!”

Wyatt rested his head on his arm, his tone light and lazy. “You’re staying pure for him while he’s out there having a great time.”

Yunice didn’t respond. so Wyant added, “I never said this marriage was fake.”

Yunice said. “That day, I saw you picking someone up at the Silk House.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Wyatt’s face darken. “So what?”

She didn’t hold back. “Is she someone important to you?”

“No.” His reply came even faster than her question–firm, even laced with a kind of cold hatred.

“Are you actually single?” Yunice pressed on.

Wyatt looked annoyed now. He sat up, grabbed the collar of her shirt, and yanked her close. “I’m a virgin. Got it!”

Their faces were barely an inch apart. Yunice stared into his eyes and stayed quiet. She understood–she’d known from the first time she saw him.

But that didn’t mean anything. Yunice said, “A woman’s purity has never been about what’s under her skirt. I’ve never minded fulfilling a need, but if the price of pleasure is hurting another woman, I’m not doing it

There were plenty of men in the world. She had no desire to steal someone else’s–she didn’t even have the pride for that.

I’ll say it again–there is no other woman.” As soon as he finished, Wyatt rolled over and pinned Yunice beneath him.

The tables turned–Wyant on top, Yunice underneath. She could feel how unstable his emotions were, but she didn’t know what was behind it.

His breathing was heavier now. He didn’t go any further; he just stayed there, holding her down.

He stared at her for a long while before finally muttering. “I’ll wait… until after the wedding”

Wyatt climbed off her and lay down on his side.

Yunice didn’t get it. Why is he so set on sleeping with me? Couldn’t he just spend some money on a willing woman in need?

“Mmph!”

Yunice let out a muffled grunt as Wyatt pulled her back into his arms.

She frowned but didn’t fight it this time. She was twenty–one; Wyatt was five years older. They were both at the peak of their physical needs.

And neither of them knew how long this marriage would last–at some point, taking care of each other’s needs might be part of the arrangement.

Maybe it was the stress, but Yunice ended up dreaming about men all night. Before dawn, she felt something sticky between her legs.

He came back a short w

Yunice reached out and took them, glancing down to see he’d gotten the exact brand she wanted. She held her clothes behind her and hurried into the bathroom..

A few minutes later, Wyatt’s voice came from outside the door. “Just leave your dirty clothes there–someone will come get

Wyatt was still in her room–no, his room.

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