King Abmrus

　　“No.” I groaned, was she serious? Dance for whom exactly? And without my permission? She didn’t understand till that moment that she belongs to me and only me?

　　She said from the tip of her nose, obviously teasing me, “I will. And you—”

　　She licked her lower lips slowly stepping closer and placing her hand on my chest, “and you will sit there and watch me, dancing. Like a king.”

　　I wrapped my arms around her waist, “no, I said no. You can’t do this.”

　　“why?” She raised her brow.

　　Waiting for a direct answer, “because you belong to me. Only me.”

　　She smirked and puffed warm breathes...