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His ownership over me was so utterly captivating and possessive that it made my pussy clench hard. I glanced back at him, delighting in the way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world and I nodded. My anger from yesterday had all but faded. I know I should still be fighting back, but I no longer wanted to. In fact, I kind of wanted to see what happened next.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
He smiled and offered me a hand. I took it and slowly climbed out of the bed, enjoying the way my limbs felt both tired and alive at the same time. I wandered into the bathroom, finding a brand-new toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hairbrush waiting for me on the counter. I brushed my teeth and used the restroom. When I was done, I wandered back into the shower on the balcony, groaning with giddy happiness as the warm water cascaded down on my skin. I took my time washing and conditioning my hair. I used the coconut oil sugar scrub to smooth my body, humming with delight at the softness of my skin after I was through. After I thoroughly rinsed all the residual soap left behind, I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a warm towel. I dried the rest of my body with a second one and tossed it in a basket after I was through. I tamed the wild nest of my hair, working through each knot slowly and surely. When it dried, it was going to shine like silk.
I padded back into the bedroom, watching as Grayson answered the door. Feeling a bit shy, I hugged my towel around myself and stayed back so that the attendant didn’t see that I was still naked. Grayson rolled the cart into the room and turned back, thanking the person before he shut the door. He turned toward me, dragging his gaze up and down my body with a primal hunger that made me clutch the towel just a bit tighter.
“Why don’t you take a seat over there?” he offered, pointing over to the small table by the window. “Leave the towel on the bed.”
I shivered, knowing full well that I didn’t have much choice. If I refused, I’d probably only end up back over his knee. I’d still end up completely naked, only with a bright red and very sore bottom too.
I took a deep breath and slowly unwrapped the towel from my body. Every inch of bared flesh made me flush because his gaze never wavered, not even once. His eyes feasted on my skin, studying the full curves of my breasts and the cusp of my thighs. He didn’t need to say anything at all for me to know that he could see the way they were glistening with my own wetness.
“Good girl,” he purred and without warning, my heart leapt. I felt my blush deepen and I stared down at the floor, momentarily stunned. I don’t know why those two words affected me that way, but when I finally managed to get my pitter-pattering heart under control I bravely smiled in his direction and slowly walked over to the small table. The chairs beside the table were covered in a beautiful satiny fabric consisting of a dark navy blue base with silver- and gold-colored swirls. I traced my fingers along the cloth before I took a seat, trying to ignore the fact that I was still naked and utterly failing.
Grayson rolled the breakfast cart over to me and took the liberty of preparing me a cup of coffee. I watched him in silence, taking note that he only added creamer and not sugar.
Of course he would know how I liked my coffee. Instead of making me angry though, I smiled. Sure, it was maybe a little over the top, but it also felt quite special.
“Thank you,” I murmured as he passed me the steaming mug. I took a small sip and sighed happily. I only just caught the very pleased expression on his face before he uncovered a few plates of food.
“What would you like?” he asked, and I took a few seconds to study the rather decadent-looking breakfast he’d had delivered. There were eggs done up a number of different ways. There was bacon and sausage, as well as pancakes, waffles, and French toast. There was even a breakfast burrito that was slathered in green and red enchilada sauce. I licked my lips, and I was quite certain my eyes were as big as saucers as I took in the feast before me.
“I’d like the cheddar omelet there, pancakes, and some bacon, please,” I said with an excited grin.
“Good choice,” he murmured and within moments, he’d placed everything down in front of me. He even put some salt and pepper on my eggs at my request and when I was ready, he sat down with his own plate of food. He’d chosen steak and eggs. He’d also grabbed some bacon and sausage for himself. I curled my fingers around my fork and speared a bite of pancakes first. The fluffy, maple-laden treat practically melted on my tongue, and I couldn’t help myself as I moaned in pleasure at the taste.
“Your chef deserves a raise,” I muttered.
“He’d be happy to hear that,” he answered with a chuckle.
I chewed a few more bites, delighting in the luxury of such a fabulously prepared meal for a bit longer before I sat back and sighed.
“So, what happens now?” I asked carefully.
“My people are clearing out your apartment. They are packing your things, and everything will arrive this evening for you,” he began.
“You know, most men would ask a woman to move in with them,” I mumbled.
“I’m not most men,” he answered with a smirk. He cleared his throat. “You are my wife, and you will live here with me. That is final. If I need to discuss it any further, it will be with you over my knee with your pretty tears dripping down your face,” he added, and I shuddered hard.
“I understand,” I squeaked.
“Good,” he grinned. There was a sparkle in his gaze that told me that a part of him wanted me to disobey so that he’d have an opportunity to punish me like that and I couldn’t deny that there was a sliver of me curious enough to want to test him.
But not yet. I was still quite sore from the events of the past twenty-four hours. Instead, I squirmed in my chair, already impossibly needy even though he’d taken care of me quite thoroughly last night and this morning.
“After we finish breakfast, you and I are going on our honeymoon. We will spend the week on my private yacht, touring some of the best wineries, vineyards, and beaches along the private coasts,” he started.
“But my work…” I began and he cut me off.
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“I’ve arranged everything for you. You’ll be able to contact everyone that works for you, and they will be able to reach you. They understand you’ll be traveling the next several days,” he answered.
“You have no right,” I sputtered, and he stood up. I bit my bottom lip. He walked over to me and grasped my chin lightly. My heart hammered in my chest as he stared down at me.
“My pretty bride, I have every right. It is my wish to take my bride on her dream honeymoon, and I want her to enjoy every moment of it without the stress of her work weighing her down,” he said firmly.
