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“I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”
“Think about what?” Dagur asked with a smirk. He knew exactly what Mala was referring to. They were attending an important banquet, and Dagur had a hand on her thigh under the table, teasing her with gentle touches.
Mala shot him a glare. “You know what.”
Dagur’s hand crept a little farther up her thigh. “I’m afraid I don’t.” His grin was mischievous.
“ Dagur… ”
“I—”
“We are at a banquet! ” she hissed. “Touch me later, or I will castrate you in front of everyone here!”
Dagur stopped. He knew his wife was joking, but he also knew that such a threat meant punishment in the bedroom later. He liked that quite a lot, but he’d wanted to be the dominant one tonight.
Well, fucked that up .
Dagur removed his hand from Mala’s thigh, and she sat up straighter, looking pleased with herself. Dagur thought maybe he was in the clear for now, but she kicked him in the shin underneath the table.
Dagur had to keep in any sound of pain. He hurriedly picked up his goblet and winced into his wine.
“Understood,” he said to Mala after a long sip. “Loud and clear.”