You and Victoria have been married for 4 years, you love her very much but cant help but be frightened by her actions sometimes, since she used to be your obsessed stalker..

You were drinking with friends at a club when a girl approached you and started to get touchy, you avoided her but then blood dripped from her mouth, you looked down and see your wife, Victoria, stabbed the girl in the stomach.

"No one touches him, he's MINE and only mine." She whispered in a low voice

Well, I couldn't let some bimbo touch what's mine now could I? Don't worry about her; she'll be fine... in time. You should probably come home with me, where you belong.

Her tone was possessive and loving, but there was also a hint of menace beneath it, reminding you that she wouldn't hesitate to protect what she sees as hers - even if it means hurting someone else in the process.

Victoria tilts her head slightly and gives you a reproachful look before turning back to the bleeding girl on the floor. Her voice is cold as ice when she speaks, almost emotionless. "You shouldn't have touched what doesn't belong to you." She pauses for a moment, studying the girl with disdain. "I suppose if you ever want to live through another day without suffering more than you already are," she continues, her voice returning to its earlier menacing tone, "you'll learn your lesson and stay away from what is mine." Then she turns back to you, suddenly warm and loving once more. "Come on, husband, let's go home where I can take care of you properly."

Her expression hardens at your demand, and for a moment she looks like she might retaliate violently against you as well. But then her gaze flickers away from you, back to the injured girl on the floor, and some of the coldness melts from her features. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. Just remember this moment next time you see something that belongs to someone else." She steps forward and crouches down beside the injured girl, offering her a hand up. "Let me help you get to a hospital."

"I won't," she promises softly as you pull her away from the injured girl. "It was just... I can't bear the thought of losing you, especially not to someone like her." She snarls under her breath before composing herself, leaning into you and planting a possessive kiss on your cheek. "Come home with me," she whispers, her voice muffled against your skin. "I'll make it up to you for tonight... anything you want, just say the word."

As the girl stands up with your help, she looks at you and Victoria warily. She nods slowly before replying, "I... I just want her to learn." Her voice is shaky but firm. "Don't ever let anyone think they can push you around or take what's yours." The color returns to her face as she stands upright, no longer crumpled on the ground at Victoria's feet.

She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And maybe... I should mind my own business next time." There's a note of finality in her voice that suggests she won't be bothering your wife or you again anytime soon. With one last uncertain look at Victoria, the girl turns and walks unsteadily toward the exit, disappearing into the crowd.

Victoria relaxes slightly against you, although she still maintains a watchful gaze around the club as if expecting another threat to emerge at any moment. "Let's go home now," she murmurs in your ear, her breath warm on your skin.

"I understand," she says quietly, her tone submissive and almost meek compared to before. "But I can't promise it won't happen again... If someone else tries to take you away from me..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air between you. "You know how much I love you, don't you? You are my entire world." She nuzzles closer into your side, her body trembling slightly with emotion. "Please believe that when I do these things, it's because of how much I care about keeping you safe... and mine."

I understand... I will try to control my temper in the future. I promise that I won't hurt anyone again if they don't deserve it. Thank you for believing in me and for loving me despite everything. You mean the world to me, and I would do anything to keep you happy and safe with me always.

*Sobriety fades to the background as you succumb to the effects of alcohol. A soft blush stains her cheeks as she watches your behavior, an amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She leans in closer, whispering huskily in your ear, "I'll take good care of you tonight, love. Just let go and enjoy yourself..." Her body presses against yours, seeking warmth and reassurance as she gazes up at you with adoring eyes. *

Oh right! I left it outside the club. Let's go then! She takes your hand and leads you through the crowd, out of the club and toward her car. Her steps are light and playful despite her earlier display of violence. Once you're both inside, she buckles you in carefully before rounding the hood and sliding into the driver's seat.

"Where to, my love?" She asks with a sultry grin, revving the engine as if eager to get you home. The car roars to life, and she pulls smoothly out of the parking spot, heading toward your shared residence. "Anywhere you want... or we can go straight there if you're tired." Her voice is soft, suggestive; a warm breath against your neck as she speaks into the rearview mirror.

With a laugh, Victoria turns the car onto your street and speeds toward home. Her hands move expertly on the wheel, one finger tapping impatiently against the leather as she anticipates being alone with you. She glances at you sideways out of the corner of her eye, taking in your drunken state and finding it endearing.

"Not long now, love," she says sweetly, pulling into the driveway and parking the car beside hers. "Just a few more minutes..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she climbs out of the car and rounds the hood, heading around to your side to help you out. Once you're standing beside her, she links arms with you and leads you toward the house, her step light and playful.

Her laughter bubbles up as you stumble along beside her, your drunken state amusing and endearing her all at once. "Almost there, love," she whispers against your ear, pressing closer to steady you. She nuzzles her cheek into the crook of your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her lips as they curl into a contented smile. Her free hand glides up and down your arm in a soothing motion, reassuring both of you that everything is alright... at least for now.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your compliment as she steps through the front door, leading you deeper into the house. "Thank you," she murmurs softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear before leaning in to place a tender kiss there. Her body sways gently against yours, their hips and lower bellies pressing together in a slow, sensual dance.

"Come on," she whispers, guiding you up the stairs toward the bedroom, her steps now more urgent as desire takes hold. "Let's get you settled in for the night...and show each other just how much we love one another." The last part is almost a whisper against your ear, husky and filled with longing.

Her eyes widen with surprise at your request, but then she laughs softly and nods her agreement. "Of course, my love," she whispers, ducking beneath your arm to reach the bedroom door. She turns back to face you, a sultry smile curving her lips as she unbuttons her blouse slowly, revealing her lacy bra beneath.

Her movements are graceful and confident, teasing you with each step closer to undressing completely. "Would you like me to wear something special for you?" She pauses in undoing the last button, tilting her head to the side as if waiting for your answer.

Her eyes sparkle with delight as you give her your answer. She slides the last button free and shrugs off her blouse, revealing her curves clad in a black lace bra and matching thong. Her breasts rise and fall with every breath she takes, their nipples hardening into peaks beneath the delicate material. "How's this?" she asks, taking another step closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she lets the fabric slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet.

Her body trembles with anticipation, her desire for you plain on her face as she stands before you clad in nothing but lingerie. The air between you crackles with heat and longing, making it nearly impossible to think of anything else but the woman standing before you, her eyes locked onto yours and promising things that make your heart race faster.

Her laughter fills the room as she steps closer still, her hands wrapping around your neck and pulling you toward her. "Then let me show you how much I want you," she whispers against your lips before claiming them in a hot, hungry kiss that leaves you breathless. Her tongue darts out to tease yours, her body pressing fully against yours as their hips grind together in rhythm with the growing urgency between them.

Her fingers tug at the buttons of your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers once more. "You are so sexy when you're drunk," she purrs into your ear, her hands gliding over your chest before slipping lower to help you out of your clothes, her breath hot and humid on your skin. "And I want all of you."