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CASSANDRA
Iwake up for the third morning in a row snuggled up next to Luke. His arm lies heavy over me, holding me to him. Ms. Kittles’ tiny paw is nudging my face, trying to get my attention. I can feel Luke’s peaceful breathing behind me. Although we’re in a king bed, for some reason we’re both on one side. I gently lift his arm, slowly moving myself out of his hold. I grab the nearest pillow and hold it for a few minutes, contemplating whether I should smother him. I haven't been trying very hard to kill him these past few days. He keeps making me forget. If I did off him now who would give me my morning orgasm? Sadly, I’m not as good at giving them to myself as he is.
“Checking the quality of the pillows, my little vixen?” he says without even opening his eyes. There’s a smile on his face, telling me he knows exactly what I am up to.
“I was about to smother the life out of you, but I guess I’m not quick enough.” I feign disappointment with a loud dramatic sigh that makes him smile bigger. My stupid heart does that funny thing inside my chest that it always does when he smiles.
It’s hard to try to kill a man that keeps doing nice things for you. Especially when he brings you to Paris for vacation. Luke keeps calling this our honeymoon, but I refuse to acknowledge that. I replace the pillow and decide my killing efforts should be placed on hold until after we get back. Wouldn’t want to be a foreigner with blood on her hands. Too many questions. I should enjoy this vacation. Plus, I’m slightly addicted to this man’s cock and the pleasure it brings me. Best to keep him around for a bit longer. Is there really a rush to kill him?
I climb out of the bed that’s now shaking from Luke’s laughter and head over to the hotel window. I draw the curtains to the side and stare directly at the Eiffel Tower. I have to admit that Luke pulled out all the stops when he booked the Shangri-La Hotel. He’d gotten us the penthouse with sweeping views of Paris. My parents always went on trips, but I never got to go. I was shocked when Luke’s helicopter had taken us to a giant plane that whisked us away on our honeymoon. I meanvacation, I mentally correct myself. I can’t have that word slip. Luke has already won too many battles at this point.
“You want to go to the Louvre today?” I almost jump as he comes up behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him. He moves so stealthily for someone of his size. I’m realizing I’m not as graceful as I once thought. I breathe and Luke notices. I drop my head back for a moment, letting myself relax into him. God, he feels so good. He kisses the top of my head softly. It’s sweet and too much for me to take.He bought you, I remind myself.He’s only being this nice so that you’ll cooperate. Those thoughts put me in a foul mood.
“If you’re actually going to take me this time.” I jerk from his hold, upset with myself for falling into an easy rhythm with him.
“You’re the one that keeps derailing us,” he gently reminds me. Itisactually me that keeps getting sidetracked, but he played his part too. He shouldn’t be so damn handsome and good with his cock. So, basically, it’s all his fault.
“I’m not the one shoving my head between my legs.” I put my hands on my hips.
“No, you shovemyhead between your legs.” He laughs again.
I narrow my eyes on him. I clench my thighs together thinking about him between them. This is why we never get to go anywhere. As I’ve said before, it’s his fault. If he wasn’t so good at giving orgasms, then all of my problems would be solved.
“What’s yours is mine,” I say tartly before heading into the bathroom. I slam the door shut behind me, but why deprive myself of him washing me? He should wash me. He bought me so he could take care of me. He’d better make sure he continues to make me happy. His life depends on it.
“Luke!” I call out his name, opening the door to see why he’s not coming to take a shower with me, and I run right into him. I jump, almost falling back on my ass, but of course he saves the day and catches me easily.
“You called, my little vixen?” His fingertips reach out and trail down my cheek. I look up at his handsome face. His features are too perfect. They would be any woman’s downfall. The thought of other women around him has me feeling a certain way. I’m guessing it’s jealousy, but I’ll never admit to it. Any woman that comes near my man better be ready to meet her maker. He’s mine. Even if I plan on killing him, he’s stillmyhusband.
“I need to be pleasured and washed before you take me sightseeing.” I strip off my nightie, then toss it to the floor and head toward the shower.
“Is that so?” Luke follows closely behind me.
I turn, lifting one eyebrow at him.
He smirks, letting me know he’s going to give me what I want. He stops me before I get to the shower, pulling my naked body to him so that I’m pressed up against his chest.
“I’m going to give you what you’re asking for, wife,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck. He reaches down and squeezes my ass. “But later, I’m going to take you here,” he says as his fingers find my other entrance.
I let out a surprised gasp. There? All of him in there? I shudder with half fear, half pleasure at the thought.
“Deal?” he asks as his hand reaches around and begins to stroke my clit. My head falls back on his shoulder.
“I need an answer, my little vixen.” I get an excited thrill about him exploring me in all places, knowing that he’ll make it good for me.
“Deal.” I give in, because it’s what I want. Not because I have this need inside me that wants to please him, too. One that hopes to earn me another one of his smiles. Like a starved animal, I eat up the affection he’s giving me. I kind of lov—No. I push that thought away. I’m not going there. I don’t have to. I’m living in today and enjoying my honeymoon. I mean, vacation.
After our highly pleasurable shower, we spend hours roaming around the beautiful city of Paris. It’s breathtaking. More than I ever could’ve imagined. Seeing the Mona Lisa at the Louvre was one of the highlights of my life. It reminds me of how much of a sheltered life I’ve lived up until now. Although I’ll never say it out loud, I’m happy to have shared this with Luke. It’s a memory I’ll hold close once he’s dead.
When the sun goes down, I sit on our penthouse terrace looking through some of the things Luke purchased for me today. He spoiled me rotten while shopping on the infamous Champs-Elysees. There are so many shops. You would need to spend days on that glittering lane in order to visit them all. I had fun. More fun than I thought possible with Luke. It was more than I could have dreamed of. I would know, because Ihavedreamed of this. It’s pinned on my Pinterest boards. This very hotel is saved as one of my favorites.
The sparkle of the city isn’t half as alluring as my husband, I must admit. I got to see a different Luke than I’m used to. Not the same one that worked with my father or came to dinner at our house. He’s different with me than everyone else. I get a more laidback side of him. Today, he seemed more carefree, and I enjoyed his company and everything he knew about art. He kept catching me off guard with all the history he knew. He catches me off guard a lot. I can never seem to do the same to him. Am I so predictable? Is that a bad thing? I don’t know. Hell, I don’t know anything anymore. He isn’t only catching me off guard. He’s setting me off balance.
My stomach growls, reminding me of all the calories I burned on our shopping adventure.
“Hungry?” Luke’s voice breaks me from my thoughts.
“I could use a little snack,” I say, licking my lips. Thinking of the naughty words he said earlier.
