His Little Wife

Chapter 7

I walk into the bedroom and close the door behind me, leaning up against it as I brace myself to strip naked in front of the person who scares me most in the world. I watch as he walks into his own closest fully dressed only to re-emerge completely naked. I avert my eyes, looking to the floor as he strides over to the bed with his manhood swinging free. I've never seen a man naked before but even I know that his member is above average. Curiosity gets the better of me as I try to peek out of the corner of my eye for another look. It hangs there between his legs and I can't help but wonder if he's ever had issues with it fitting in... places before. Then I worry about me. If he expects me to give him an heir then that thing is going to have to go in me...

'Are you coming?' He asks as he pushes the sheets back before climbing in.

I blink the worry away and try not to let it play on my mind. He hasn't tried anything yet and he hasn't done anything that would indicate he will, although the thought is still there in the back of my mind. After all he's a complete stranger to me and could be capable of anything.

'I... Yes.' I say looking at the empty space in the bed next to him where I slept last night.

I feel my heartbeat rapidly increase as I slowly walk over to my closest where I take off all my clothing. I waste some time by hanging my dress up before I then turn to my underwear, pulling the lace material from my body.

'What is taking you so long?' Lucian snarls from behind me, making me jump.

I quickly turn on the spot, using my hands to cover my body surprised by his sudden appearance. He holds a hand out for me and I stare at it for a while wondering what will happen if I take it.

He shakes the hand in front of him when I don't immediately take it, so I reach across and put my hand in his so I don't make him any angrier. He pulls me from the small room to the bed where he pushes the sheets back for me.

'In.' Is all he says.

I do as he commands, pulling the sheets up to my neck as I lay back on the bed. He lets out a small chuckle as he walks to his side of the bed, climbing back in. He flicks a switch by the side of his bed, plunging the room into darkness. The only light source being a sliver of moonlight coming through a gap in the curtains, showing me where he is.

I watch in horror as the sheets rise between us as his arm reaches across the bed, grabbing me by the waist as he drags me towards him. I hold my breath waiting for his next move, but there's nothing. He just lays there in the bed holding me against him. I slowly peak out of the corner of my eye to see he's closed his. While he has his eyes closed I take the opportunity to examine his features up close. His sharp jawline and his full lips were something I'd only seen on models in magazines. He just didn't look like a real person.

'Go to sleep.' He groans without opening his eyes as if he sensed me staring.

I lay back on the pillow and stare up at the ceiling unable to move with his arm draped over me as if I'm a possession that could be stolen at any moment. All I can think about as I lay there is that I'm naked, laying next to someone who thinks kidnapping and blackmail are the ideal foundation for a relationship... if you can call it that.

But at some point during that night, sleep wins and I'm woken again by the sunlight from the window. I need to get an eye mask or better curtains. As I lay in the bed with my eyes closed, fighting for more sleep Lucian shifts his weight in the bed ever so slightly. Making my eyes pop open.

I freeze, finding myself curled up into his side, with my head on his chest as if it were my pillow. Our legs are intertwined with each others under the sheets and I inwardly chastise my body for betraying me during the night.

As I try to move my body from the top of his my knee lightly taps the erection he's hiding under the sheets.

'If you want to touch it I won't stop you.' He tells me in a sleepy voice.

'Oh, no. I'm sorry. I didn't...' I utter in a panic.

'Relax.' He tells me as he pulls out from underneath me, climbing out of the bed.

'Where are you going?' I ask from nowhere, not sure why I was asking.

'Shower.' He tells me with one word. 'Unless you want to take care of this?' He asks pointing to his cock.

For some reason my eyes follow the directions he points, as I take in his full length. I pinch my thighs together under the bed sheets and look up to the ceiling as if I was never looking.

'Erm, no thanks.'

'Didn't think so.' He says as he walks into the ensuite, leaving the door open.

I hear him run the shower and climb in followed by the sound of skin slapping on skin.

He doesn't hide what he's doing in there as I lay in the bed waiting for the exhibition to end. After the room goes quiet he walks back into the bedroom, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. I take a gulp as I watch him walk across the room towards his closet, taking in his muscular form and the way the muscles ripple with every movement. I didn't notice how toned he was before, knowing he must use his gym quite often to look that good.

When he comes back out of his closet he's dressed in running shorts and a slim fit gym top that hugs his hips and pinches the muscles at the top of his arms.

'Get dressed, we're going to test your combat skills.'

'What combat skills?' I ask confused.

He lets out a huff of annoyance as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

'Just get dressed in something you'd wear to the gym.'

'What about breakfast?' I question him, feeling my stomach rumble.

'Anna.' He barks, making me wince. 'Please, get dressed.' He speaks the commands in his normal voice as he tries to hold back his displeasure. 'Now.' he ushers.

I pull a sheet from the bed and wrap it around my body as I walk to the closest, looking for something to wear. I open a drawer full of gym attire and opt for a pair of leggings and a sports bra, I don't spot any tops, so I pull another drawer open looking for something that will cover my body. I pull a baggy top over my head and as I walk out of the room Lucian looks my way, annoyed.

'Take that off' he points to my top.

'But...' I try to protest.

'It'll get in the way, take it off.'

'In the way of what?'

'Fighting, now take it off and stop asking questions.'

Fighting? Who does he expect me to fight? I've never done anything like this in my life.

He gives me a pointed look and without having to say anything I pull the top back off and stand there in just the leggings and bra. He eyes run up and down my body as if he's a hungry predator and it takes everything in me not to cower and cover myself.

'That's better.' He purrs. 'Now let's go. You can eat after.'

The thought of food gets me moving as I squeeze past him in the doorway, walking towards the gym downstairs.