" Still wrapped in his own towel, Cristiano stood in front of the mirror and shaved up under his chin. His back was not only tan and smooth but very broad. I wondered if it could fit two of me. I'd never seen anything like it, the way his muscles rippled beneath the surface, the embodiment of his capabilities, his weaponry—his power.
"You... you won't look, will you?" I asked, pulling my towel tighter.
With his head tilted back, he lowered just his eyes in the reflection. "If I do, I'll have to jerk off again, and the shower's occuppied."
I frowned. "In a house this size, surely you can find somewhere else to... do that."
He rinsed the razorblade. "Is that an invitation to look?"
"No."
"Why shouldn't I?" he asked. "You belong to me."
"I don't belong to anyone."
"You're Natalia de la Rosa. You bear my name. You've said vows in front of God."
"That doesn't make me your property. "

― Jessica Hawkins , Violent Ends (White Monarch, #2)