“Young Master, are you sure?” their oldest maid, Martha, an old lady in her sixties, asked nervously as she glanced at Kourtney’s battered state.

“I’m very well capable of taking care of my wife,” Sebastian replied, his tone leaving no room for further discussion.

It was clear he didn’t want anyone else tending to her but him. His possessiveness radiated from him, and Kourtney felt a thrill at being the center of his attention.

Suddenly, the way her husband claimed her felt so right, so natural….

Once inside, he carried her up the grand staircase leading to their bedroom. She wondered how his muscles did not flinch under her weight....