Page 18 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“I don’t know. Could you have?”

“There are six arteries that when cut would most-likely end in death, even for your kind. In the neck, the chest, the collar, the arm, the pelvis, and oh yeah, four inches down from the bite in your thigh.”

“Shit!” he cooed.

“Like I said, a love tap,” I told him before he got up, headed to his room and locked the door behind him.

This was going to make performing my wifely duties on our wedding night a challenge. It looks like I got ‘the talk’ for nothing.

Holding out hope that he just needed to straighten his room before inviting me in, I got comfortable on the couch and waited for him to return. I stared at his door all night. He never came out. Still there and awake as the sun peeked in through the skyscrapers, I eventually heard his door crack.

Sitting up, I was sure I looked a mess. I should have cleaned myself up. I was wearing yesterday’s makeup and a wrinkled suit. What was I thinking? This was no way to keep a man.

Putting my skank aside, I put my hands in my lap and made myself the vision of elegance. There was no way he would be able to resist this lady, but somehow he did. Exiting his room fully dressed, he barely looked at me. When he did in response to my eagerness, he held up a finger freezing me.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t know how to react to that. By the time I had decided, he was already entering the elevator.

“Would you like me to make you some coffee?” I asked a closing elevator door.

The truth was that I had no idea how to make coffee. Coffee was one of those things that had appeared fully formed in mugs or cups. But it couldn’t be that hard to figure out, could it?

Suspecting my love was gone for the day, I slumped in my seat and lowered my head into my hands. Feeling them slide,I remembered how I looked. Examining my hands, they were caked with foundation. I had to clean myself off.

To do that I considered heading to Dante’s bathroom.I thought better of it. It wasn’t because he didn’t want me there. I just didn’t want to leave it a mess. So, choosing one of the guest bedroom’s bathrooms, I gathered my supplies.

Clean, I next entered the shower. Naked to the world, the reality of my life snuck in. Faced with it, I didn’t like the way it looked. Luckily, the thought didn’t stay long. And exiting the shower without getting dressed. I took another tour of my new home which ended with me crawling into his bed.

It was definitely his musk that I smelled. It was intoxicating. Wrapping my arms around his pillow and pulling it to me, I tried to wrap my legs around it. I needed him to touch me. I yearned to feel his large hand grab my ass and make it his.

Lying there a bitch in heat, there was no relief except sleep. I had been awake all night waiting for him to come to me. He never had. He had to be taught a lesson for that. I was his wife, after all. That was no way to be treated.

However, waking up feeling rested, revenge was no longer on my mind. Was it June Cleaver who said that you catch more flies with honey? Or, did she say that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach?

Either way, I needed to take a different approach. I would be the perfect wife. Wearing pearls and high heels, I would bake a casserole. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? I just had to call the chief, tell them what I wanted, and it was done.

More pressing than the meal was the outfit I would wear. I had the perfect pearls. Unfortunately, they were back at my father’s house. And the idea of leaving this place to get it didn’t sit right with me.

If I left, would I be able to get back in? Of course, I would. I was Dante’s wife, after all. When I returned he would be happy to see me.

Still, entering the elevator felt like a one way trip.

“Yuki, can you do me a favor?” I asked over the phone.

When Yuki arrived, it was with more than just my pearls.

“I have a gift for you,” she said with one of her delicate smiles.

“A wedding gift?” I said taking the box.

Unwrapping it, what I found brought a smile to my face. It was couture and very me.

“I love it!” I told her immediately missing my sister.

“How was your first night?” she asked with sadness in her eyes.

“As a married woman? Everything I dreamed of,” I said continuing the fantasy.

Sitting next to me Yuki put her hand on my thigh.

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