ROYAL BLOOD
He whispered, pressing his hard body on Yumi, and she was getting breathless.
"Sleep with me, Yumi…" His voice arched as he rubbed her body with his hard form.
"I am not your sex slave, Viran. You want a wife? Then you wait till you get one..." She protested firmly, her voice trembling.
"When last did Gotham touch you like this, hmm? He asked while his hands caressed her mature boobs.
"Don't you dare talk about my dead husband." Yumi said, turning around, she pushed him away.
"What I gave you, Viran, was privilege. You have no right at all to call my husband's name as you please." Yumi warned with a dreadful voice, her eyes flashing with anger.