"Mierda," Katie sighed, sitting up in bed and looking around. She was once more locked up in her tower room with her evil husband nowhere in sight.
How the hell does he manage to do this to me without waking me up? she wondered, climbing out of bed and twisting around in the full-length mirror to check out her ass. Yup, he really had gotten his name tattooed across her ass cheek and, nope, that really wasn't a crazy dream.
Katie had been at the hacienda for three full weeks now. Three blissfully wonderful (in a purely sexual way) weeks. But also, three extraordinarily frustrating weeks as her new husband treated her like a naughty puppy who would run away from home as soon as it was off its leash. Too bad he was right. Because the worse her crazy possessive husband treated her, the more determined she was to leave.