Page 50 of Spider Demon's Kiss

Looking confused for only a moment more, he quickly relaxed and returned to my eyes.

“You know I’m going to have to leave eventually, right.”

“Of course I know you’re going to leave. And you’ll be taking me with you.”

“Oh is that what this is about. What? You think because you’re married to me, you’re entitled to help run pack business?” he asked amused.

I laughed. “I am not a working girl.”

“So, what? You’ll just be cuffed to me for the rest of our lives like some sort of ball and…”

“If you call me your ball and chain, I will have to murder you. Which would be a shame considering what we did last night.”

Dante smiled and twisted my cuffed arm to wrap his arm around me.

“What we did last night, huh?”

“You do remember, don’t you? You made me choose a flog and then you whipped me on the balcony with people watching.”

“There were people watching?” Dante asked surprised.

I looked at him like he was an idiot.

“You were whipping a naked man on the balcony of your high rise in the middle of New York City. There was practically a crowd. The only reason a cop didn’t show up was because they probably thought you caught me trying to escape.”

Dante’s head snapped back. “That’s not funny.”

“We’re in America. Trust me, it’s a little funny,” I reassured him.

For whatever reason, that was what triggered him to try to get up.

“Uncuff me. I need to get ready for work.”

“No!” I refused surprised he would ask.

“I’m serious, uncuff me.”

“How can I? They’re your cuffs. I don’t even have the key.”

Dante looked at me frustrated and then climbed over me for the nightstand. Opening the drawer, he looked through it.

“Where’s the key. I left it in here last night when I set things up.”

“Wait, are you saying I wasn’t supposed to swallow that?”

Dante rolled back and stared at me.

“What are you, twelve?”

“We’re as old as we feel,” I told him cheerfully.

Instead of settling in for a relaxing day in bed, my brutish husband snared, rolled over me, and then tossed me onto his shoulder like a bag of rice.

“What are you doing?” I protested.

“I told you. I’ve gotta get ready for work. Did you think your childish prank was gonna stop me?”

“Put me down. Who do you think you are?”

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