14. Honeymoon?

"But you are my wife," Brent whispered. The man lowered one of the straps of her dress. "You can't refuse your husband's wishes."

"No, Brent. We're not—"

Brent kissed her again to silence the words she wanted to say. His large palms cupped her breasts, squeezing them, twisting her nipples, and sending her thoughts into disarray. She moaned, and her body trembled.

"You're getting horny, honey," Brent whispered, licking her ear. Suddenly his hand went down to her stomach and then down again.

"No!"

"Don't touch it!"

Beverley screamed, then opened her eyes while panting. She immediately changed her position to a sitting one, then wiped the sweat dripping down her forehead. "Oh, Lord! What kind of dream was that?!"

She gets irritated and angry. Since the night when Brent got drunk at the nightclub, she has had two abnormal dreams. The man had come to her in her dreams, haunting her with something obscene. Her face turned red at the memory.

"Damn Brent!" She bit her lip. Her underwear was s