Page 71 of Illicit Games

My breath catches in my throat as the huge blue diamond blinds me with its radiance. The more I look at it, the more speechless I become. Pretty sure I’m going to faint if I knew how much it costs, which is why I never dared to ask.

I didn’t even know diamonds in this magnificent color existed.

I barely adjusted to Kian buying the shoe company, now he surprises me with this? Any more extravagant gifts and I’m going to have a heart attack.

Since I want to build a family and grow old with him, we can’t have me dying young. So, he’ll have to stick to one gift a year. That’s about all I can handle.

Pushing off the blanket, I decide to have a shower before searching for my brooding man. God knows what he’s doing if he didn’t rest. He better not be working.

We’re both ambitious people, but I also know work isn’t everything. It certainly isn’t above spending time with your loved ones. Before, Kian didn’t have anybody. Now that he has me, I’m going to show him there’s so much more to life.

My feet land on the burgundy rug when I rise from the bed. Having felt Kian’s desire, I’m unbothered by my nudity. Being with him, I’ve become confident in my skin.

Some might say it’s wrong to crave such salacious deeds. To let a man have utter control over your body that you don’t even protest when he tells you to be naked just for his pleasure.However, when it comes to the bedroom, I love the power exchange between us. It’s only wrong if I didn’t enjoy these wicked games.

I love being treated like his toy.

The filthy words he speaks in my ears.

His domineering commands. His rough and intoxicating touch.

He has the right to dominate me becauseIgive him permission.

I’m passing by the full-length mirror when something pink catches my eye. In the lounge chair on the opposite side of the room lies the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen. Curious to see it up close, I walk to the chair and pick it up.

It has a halter neck with a deep V that stops above my belly button and a flowy, ankle-length skirt. It’s the lightest shade of pink. Everything about it is so my style.

Did Kian buy this for me?

Warmth spreads across my back as I feel his burning gaze on me.

I turn around, and he’s right there.

Barefoot and wearing gray sweatpants that don’t disguise the large bulge he’s packing underneath, he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed. With a lazy and hooded expression, he watches me.

Obsessed butterflies take flight in my belly at how sexy he looks. All light caramel skin and sleek muscles. His mouthwatering eight-pack abs on display in all their glory, he’s an Adonis come to life.

All mine.

Waving the dress at him, I sass, “Do I get to wear it or is it just for show? You wouldn’t tease me like that, would you?”

His lips twitch before he saunters over to me. “I wouldn’t dare.”

“When do I get to wear it?”

“Today.”

“I can’t wait.” Placing it back, I wrap my arms around his waist. Stretching on my toes, I kiss my name inked right over his heart. “What time is it?”

“Three in the afternoon.”

“I was out for half the day! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed rest.”

“What about you?”

“I’m fine.”