Viona's POV
The last thing Rafael did to me as punishment actually felt like one. Since the day he left me after the third or fourth release—I lost count—we hadn't had sex or even an intimate moment. It had been four days.
Sure, it wasn't like I was crazed for sex, but after that night, my body was strange. It demanded the deed. Demanded him. I even got easily aroused just watching him drink his coffee with his sleeves rolled up.
I tried to reach him, but because of the stockholder meeting today, he couldn't be disturbed. He had even spent the last two nights sleeping in his study.
I went as far as imagining wanting him to finger me in the middle of a meeting. I didn't ask. I didn't want to mess with his focus either. At the very least, I was still a demure, disciplined wife in the eyes of the mansion staff.
Why was I like this? Like an animal in heat.
