Page 37 of Give It a Day
Blinking my tears out of my eyes, I stare at the blurry sight of my husband hovering above me. “Dae…” I whimper.
“Tell me,” he whispers back, kissing my lips before pulling back to look at me while he listens to me pour my heart out.
All he does is listen until I go silent when the sun rises hours later. And when it does, he kisses me softly, saying, “It’s the fifth day, Kaye, and I still love you.”
***
“Kaye.” I groggily hear his voice in my sleep.Am I dreaming?“Kaye, wake up.”
Disgruntled noises escape my snarling lips. I keep my heavy eyes closed, turning away from his voice because I want to sleep, damn it! And it’s his fault that I’m worn the hell out. He had me spread eagle and tied to the bed all night long, using all sorts of toys on me that should’venotbeen allowed through airport security.
He’s lucky I accepted his reward of getting dicked down so hard that we broke yet another bed. I’d be ashamed if I had any dignity left, but he had to call his ‘discreet’ security team to tell the hotel manager to move us to another suite. Dae had to carry me to ourthirdsuite because I was that much of a quivering mess.
His security team wasnotvery discreet when they were escorting us and carrying our luggage. And Dae definitely enjoyed showing me off far too much last night, only letting me cover my naked body with athin blanket while he carried me. But back to the present…
“Kaye, it’s well into the afternoon. You need to eat something.”God, his voice.My pussy responds to it by getting wet.
But fuck him. He did this to me! “Go away…” I mumble against the pillow.
“I’m not going anywhere.” His deep voice sounds amused.
Then I feel his arms around my waist, embracing me tightly. He’s solid as a rock, all hard muscles and warm firmness. And that dastardly dick of his is always hard and poking me somewhere. I swear, it always is. It’s sorta terrifying but mostly impressive and hot as hell.
He holds me like that for a while. So instead of melting into the pillow, I melt into his arms, hearing him say, “It’s the sixth day, my perfect wife, and I still love you.”
I groan. “Prove it by unplugging the chargers for those toys, you sex-craved demon.”
“I will,” he surprisingly agrees, “if I get to use the toys on you until their batteries die.”
I groan again. “Fuck it, fine.” I crack one eye open to find him smirking as he gets up from the bed to grab one particularly devious toy that made me squirt all over the sheets last night.
Letting out a string of curses, I can’t help but betray myself, smiling a little at him, while he slyly laughs, deep and husky. The sound sends shivers down my spine and makes me spread my legs eagerly for him.
Okay, maybe, it’spartiallymy fault that I always end up a quivering mess in his arms and under him every day and night.Partially. But who could blame me? It’s my damn honeymoon.
***
The next day, we wake up together, shower together, dress together, and head to the breakfast buffet together, hand in hand. It’s been a calmand quiet morning because last night, I wore him out too.Ha! Take that, pretty boy!
We find a table, where he sets down our tray of full plates and even fuller mugs of coffee. Mine spills, but I catch the drops with my tongue. He raises a brow at me when I look up at him. My smile surely matches the mischief sparking in my eyes.
Enjoying breakfast without a word passing between us, he finally speaks as he watches me devour my tower of pancakes. “It’s our seventh day together, darling.”
“Let me gueth,” I say around a mouthful. “You thill lovth me?”
“Yes, I still love you.” He laughs, sipping his coffee. I stuff my mouth with more pancakes, this time with sweet strawberries, making my heart sing with happiness I’ve never felt before. I feel so free, it’s ridiculous. Plus, I have eye candy to up the sweetness. I look across the table at my husband, and he looks straight back at me with his gorgeous gray eyes. “Another week with you, and I’m sure you’ll forget that awful word.”
“Whath wordth?”
He smiles, satisfied that apparently I don’t even recall whatever he’s talking about. “Annulment,” he answers with an air of arrogance about him. And honestly, there’s nothing I can do about it. I gotta hand it to him. He made me completely forget.
He’s made me forget a lot of useless worries. Who am I to whine about having an incredibly hot man for a husband, even if our families forced us into this marriage? What am I gonna do—complain about being spoiled like a mafia princess is supposed to be? I’ll fucking take it.
Smiling, I say, “Consider that word erased from my vocabulary.”
He smiles back. “Good girl.”
I see a glimpse of him licking his lips a little bit as he watches me lick the rim of my latte. Even from that brief glance, I can see the promise of trouble in his eyes. And I love it.
Stealing more glances at him, I feel my body buzzing from the thrillof having him by my side for another week. He interrupts my thoughts by saying, “You keep looking at me like that, I’ll bend you over this table in a minute.”
I stifle my ecstatic giggle. If I’m being honest with myself, I want him by my side for a lifetime.