Page 138 of New Storm Rising
“…that’s a subject for another time!”
Mr Rikkard Ambrose had apparently decided strategic intervention was warranted. Grabbing me by the arm, he started to manoeuvre me towards the stairs.
“What is it?” I enquired, sweetly. “Don’t you want me to chat with your friends, Dicky Darling?”
“If I remember correctly, you were feeling exhausted. You should get to bed quickly.Reallyquickly.”
“Strange.” I glared daggers at him. The daggers bounced off his granite skin and vanished into thin air. “For some reason, I suddenly don’t feelat alltired anymore.”
“Curious indeed. Why don’t we investigate this matter furtherup in our room?”
“Up yours, you son of a bachelor!”
“Yes, up the stairs to your room. I completely agree.”
I twisted and turned, trying to escape from his grip and sink my elbow in his ribs. I should not have, I realized rather quickly, tied the knot with someone so bloody buff! Sure, it made for an interesting wedding night, but it also had the side effect that he could manhandle me however the heck he wanted, and there was nothing whatsoever I could do about it.
Just then, his arms came around me, and he swept me up in a princess carry.
“Put me down!”
“I’m afraid I cannot,” Mr Ambrose refused as he hurried up the stairs with me still tightly clutched in his arms. “You are my wife, and you are tired. It’s my duty to take care of you.”
“And that’s why you’re running so quickly?”
In answer, Mr Ambrose sped up his steps. Only moments later, we reached the very top of the stairs and stood in front of a tiny, slightly crooked door. Pushing it open, he strode into the room beyond.
If it could be called a room, that is. It was a tiny space. Tiny, dingy and still hot from the sun that had long gone down. It had to be the cheapest room I had ever seen in my life.
Mr Rikkard Ambrose gazed down at me intently.
“Nowdo you understand why exactly I rented this room before?”
I cocked an eyebrow. Like I was going to let this go so easily! “Because you enjoy the presence of pretty ladies?”
Capturing my face in his hands, he intensified his stare until it bored into my very soul. “Guilty as charged. But why would I have to come here for that?” His grip tightened, forcing me to not look away. “After all, when I want to look at a beautiful woman, all I have to do is look to the other side of the bed every morning when I wake up.”
“S-smooth talk won’t save you,” I told him. And in no way did I stutter! Not the slightest little bit!
He leaned closer. I became abruptly aware that I was still cradled in his arms, and suddenly wasn’t as averse to that fact as I had been a moment ago.
“Really?” he breathed, his breath tickling my face like an arctic wind. “Are you sure about that?”
I swallowed. “Y-yes.”
“Oh, well.” He cocked his head. “If talk won’t do, I suppose then I shall have to use a different method.”
An instant later, his mouth covered mine. Heat raced from my lips down my spine all the way to my toes. Toes that were still swinging freely in the air, because he was still holding me tightly in his arms. With three swift steps, he arrived at the bed. A bed that suddenly didn’t seem nearly so tiny and miserable anymore. How come it almost seemed inviting now?
“Now…” Setting me down on the creaky bed, Mr Ambrose leaned over me, drowning me in the pools of his deep, dark, sea-coloured eyes. “What methods should I use to assuage your wrath?”
Ah. That’s how.
Iwantedto give in. Gazing it into his eyes, I wanted it so darn much! But…
He took me to a bloody brothel, dammit! A brothel! I’m not a picky lady, but there’s some things a man just can’t do! At least he can’t do them on his bloody honeymoon and still expect to get laid later that night!
No.
