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She would be entertaining to have around.
“Open.”
“Ahh,” she said mockingly, in obvious annoyance.
And this continued until the plate was raked clean. Once I was satisfied, I stood and grabbed a glass of water from the pitcher on the desk.
“Drink,” I said, placing the glass in her hand.
“You sure you don’t want to feed me this too?” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm and contempt.
This was the first sentence she spoke since we got married. Even if it was to mock me, I was happy to see she wasn’t committed to being mute for the rest of her days.
I smirked, leaning forward, both of my hands at either side of her as I braced myself on the bed, “Do you want me to, sweetheart?”
She didn’t call my bluff and gulped the water as I stared at her. A droplet escaped the crease of her mouth and created a path to her breasts that was barely covered by the tank top she wore.
My tongue wanted to trace the path, taste if the sweetness that exuded from her lips was the same for her body, but she cleared her throat causing my focus to return to her flushed face.
“I’m done,” she said, in the faintest voice, and handed me the glass, the prints of her lips at the rim of the crystal.
I poured more water into the glass and covered the residue of her lips with my own. The sweetness of her lips made the water more favorable but it was nothing like the source; the beauty that sat on my bed.
Chapter Nine
MIA
After Galdur fed me like I was a child, he sat and ate his food, calling for Louise to clear the table when he was done. I still sat in the bed; my foot crossed as I stared at him.
I was sure he felt my eyes on him, but he gave away nothing. He still held that calm demeanor while he ate.
Meanwhile, I was anxious, wanting to jump from my skin as I stared at him; my eyes locked on him, in case he pounced.
He removed his cuff links and his belt placing them on the bedside table before heading to the bathroom.
Only when I heard the water begin to run did my body relaxed. I didn’t know what my husband expected of me tonight and that kept me on edge.
It was as if I was waiting for the saw to drop on my head at my execution, but it never came.
It was unnerving. At least with Ilya, he was more direct. He didn’t fatten me up before his sadistic games.
I thought about closing my eyes and going to sleep so he had no choice but to postpone his marital duties until tomorrow, but I wanted to be alert. I wanted to know what was going on around me. It wasn’t sustainable since I had to sleep at some point, but I convinced myself that I could neglect sleep for a few hours, at least until he left the room to go and do whatever it is he did.
Minutes had passed but it felt like an hour when Galdur finally stepped from the bathroom, droplets of water covering his body.
I stared at his ripped body, not an ounce of body fat to see, just colorful art that was littered across each inch of his skin. He looked like he should be in a museum or on someone’s runway.
Galdur ignored my obvious ogling and walked to his closet, before reemerging in cotton trousers that did little to hide the swinging member in his pants.
My eyes widened but Galdur still paid me no mind and got in the bed under the covers.
I pulled my knees to my chest as he closed his eyes and turned his back to me.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he said.
Confused, but relieved, I laid over the covers, not wanting our skin to touch as I tried my best to get comfortable in the cold room.
Why were men's rooms always so cold?
