I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes focused on the road ahead, but my mind was elsewhere. I could feel Marina's gaze on me, a mix of curiosity and desire burning in her eyes. The air in the car was thick with tension, a charged atmosphere that made every breath feel electric.
Turning to her, I spoke in a low, husky voice, "You want to ask me something, Marina? Ask me anything. You're my woman now, and I want you to feel comfortable with me, to trust me completely."
Marina blushed, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Her voice was barely above a whisper, a soft and tentative sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Who... who is your woman? You said that Isabella was your woman too. How can you be so... confident about all this?"
