Page 52 of Devious Kingpin
She padded across the room, peeking into the walk-in closet.
“There are some things for you already here,” I told her. “More of your stuff is downstairs. I’ll bring it up tomorrow morning and you can buy whatever else you need. Take any side of the closet you want.”
“Thanks,” she said absent-mindedly as she walked toward the window, peering outside. She didn’t seem that interested in fashion.
Honestly, I had yet to figure Juliette out. She seemed to be all over the place with her interests. Ballet. Robbery. Recently even self-defense classes and shooting.
“Long winters here, huh?” she remarked.
They were long and extremely cold. February was one of the coldest months in the year. And darkest. It was way too dark for her to see anything out there, except for the outline of the gardens under the moon.
“I prefer a warm climate,” she mumbled. “I’ve spent most of my time in California.”
I knew that. It’s where she went to high school and where that asshole Travis lived. But he’d pay. Very soon. I already had it all lined up. The thought of that fucker had my vision filling with a red mist. I had to take a deep breath and focus on Juliette, instead of frightening her with my rage.
She looked small next to the large master bed and massive mahogany furniture. Even standing in front of that huge floor-to-ceiling window. This decor didn’t seem to be her style but then she didn’t strike me as a girl overly concerned with the decor of a home.
“Shower or a bath?” I called out as I strode into the bathroom.
Juliette jumped and whirled around. Lovely. She forgot I was here and all I could focus on was her. Her eyes as blue as the sky on the clearest day met mine.
“Excuse me?”
“Shower or a bath?” I questioned again, gritting my teeth. “Which do you prefer?”
Ever since the scheme I rolled out the night Juliette married me, I had been on edge, wound tightly with no way of releasing the tension. As soon as Juliette fell asleep tonight, I’d make my way down into the gym and release some of my pent-up energy.
The last thing I wanted was to take it out on my new, young wife.
Not that I was old by any means. At twenty-eight, I was only a few years older than her. Despite that, I felt ancient sometimes.
“I guess a bath,” she replied. “It doesn’t really matter.”
I turned on the faucet and reached out for the toiletries that were brought in for her. I stared at the five different variations of the bath bubbles. They all looked the same, just different colors.
The sound of the water splashing filled the bathroom, echoing against the tile. Dumping one bottle into it, I watched bubbles fill the tub as I held the empty container in my hand.
“You dumped that whole thing into it?” Juliette’s voice came from behind and I sent a glance over my shoulder. She stood before me in the short robe I’d had them put in the closet for her. Her legs appeared awfully long for the tiny thing that she was.
“Yes.”
“We might have a bubble disaster on our hands,” she said with a teasing smile. My heart skipped a fucking beat. It thundered in my chest with longing. Was Juliette making a joke?
Dark hair covered her neckline begging to break free from the edge of her robe, brushing against her shoulders. Fuck, her skin looked soft and there was nothing I wanted more than to touch her. I wanted to feel every inch of her. Hear her moans. Feel her writhe underneath me in pleasure.
My gaze flickered behind her where the wedding dress lay in a pile on the floor.
“I’m gonna burn it,” she remarked, following my line of sight.
“It’s your dress,” I noted dryly.
She narrowed her eyes at me, but she said nothing else. I stood up and pointed to the right. “Towels are in that cabinet.”
Leaving her, I walked out of the bathroom. I needed an intense workout to kill this desire for her. At least for tonight.
She didn’t move until I left, shutting me out with a soft click.
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