Hana closed her eyes, unable to keep looking at his beautiful face while she confessed her shame.
"When he was drunk..." Her voice was barely audible, hoarse from crying. "Once. Maybe twice. He'd... he'd come home late, smelling like alcohol and sweat. He'd push me down and... and just..."
She couldn't finish.
"And when he wasn't drunk?"
"Less," she whispered. "Much less. The last time was... two weeks ago. After he beat me for forgetting to buy his cigarettes."
Raven's eyebrow raised, genuine surprise flickering across his features.
"Two weeks? That's 'it'?"
He squeezed her ass harder, making her wince and whimper.
"It's unexpected that he couldn't fuck a wife like you more often. Look at this body." His hand roamed possessively. "Thick. Soft. 'Made' for breeding and fucking. And he only touched you once every two weeks?"
