Chapter Nineteen
Iris
My head feels heavy, like I’ve been asleep for days, when I force my eyes open.
Blinking, I look around at my new surroundings in the semi-darkness.
The curtains are drawn, but a little bit of sunlight peeks into the high-ceiling room.
The scent of earth and wood is heavy in the air, reminding me I’m far away from home.
Like downstairs, there’s a fireplace here too. Above it, there is a faux deer head mounted. A scenic painting of the mountains completes the decor.
The entire property is a nature lover’s dream. Perfect for couples who want to live cocooned in their own world with nothing around for miles. My favorite part is having our private lake to swim in.
Who knew Kian could pick such a heavenly place?
Instead of enjoying it and making memories, I’m wasting our time here sleeping. I haven’t even explored this floor except for a glimpse of the hallway.
The second Kian had laid me on the comfy canopy bed and my head hit the pillow, jet lag kicked in and I was out again. I have no clue if he joined me or not.
As I turn over and glance at the other side of the bed and notice the unruffled pillow, I get my answer. I lean up on my elbows, causing the soft, warm blanket to drop to my waist, making me aware of my nakedness.
A heavy and new weight against my chest startles me.
My breath catches in my throat as the huge blue diamond blinds me with its radiance. The more I look at it, the more speechless I become. Pretty sure I’m going to faint if I knew how much it costs, which is why I never dared to ask.
I didn’t even know diamonds in this magnificent color existed.
I barely adjusted to Kian buying the shoe company, now he surprises me with this? Any more extravagant gifts and I’m going to have a heart attack.
Since I want to build a family and grow old with him, we can’t have me dying young. So, he’ll have to stick to one gift a year. That’s about all I can handle.
Pushing off the blanket, I decide to have a shower before searching for my brooding man. God knows what he’s doing if he didn’t rest. He better not be working.
We’re both ambitious people, but I also know work isn’t everything. It certainly isn’t above spending time with your loved ones. Before, Kian didn’t have anybody. Now that he has me, I’m going to show him there’s so much more to life.
My feet land on the burgundy rug when I rise from the bed. Having felt Kian’s desire, I’m unbothered by my nudity. Being with him, I’ve become confident in my skin.
Some might say it’s wrong to crave such salacious deeds.
To let a man have utter control over your body that you don’t even protest when he tells you to be naked just for his pleasure.
However, when it comes to the bedroom, I love the power exchange between us.
It’s only wrong if I didn’t enjoy these wicked games.
I love being treated like his toy.
The filthy words he speaks in my ears.
His domineering commands. His rough and intoxicating touch.
He has the right to dominate me because I give him permission.
I’m passing by the full-length mirror when something pink catches my eye. In the lounge chair on the opposite side of the room lies the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen. Curious to see it up close, I walk to the chair and pick it up.
It has a halter neck with a deep V that stops above my belly button and a flowy, ankle-length skirt. It’s the lightest shade of pink. Everything about it is so my style.
Did Kian buy this for me?
Warmth spreads across my back as I feel his burning gaze on me.
I turn around, and he’s right there.
Barefoot and wearing gray sweatpants that don’t disguise the large bulge he’s packing underneath, he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed. With a lazy and hooded expression, he watches me.
Obsessed butterflies take flight in my belly at how sexy he looks. All light caramel skin and sleek muscles. His mouthwatering eight-pack abs on display in all their glory, he’s an Adonis come to life.
All mine.
Waving the dress at him, I sass, “Do I get to wear it or is it just for show? You wouldn’t tease me like that, would you?”
His lips twitch before he saunters over to me. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“When do I get to wear it?”
“Today.”
“I can’t wait.” Placing it back, I wrap my arms around his waist. Stretching on my toes, I kiss my name inked right over his heart. “What time is it?”
“Three in the afternoon.”
“I was out for half the day! Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You needed rest.”
“What about you?”
“I’m fine.”
I shake my head, admonishing him. “I told you that you’re not a robot. You must have jet lag too.”
“Don’t worry about me, Rainbow,” he replies warmly. “I wouldn’t have been able to leave the bed if I cuddled with you.”
“What did you do then?”
“Checking to see if we have everything we’d need to spend a week here.” Kissing my temple, then my mouth, he murmurs, “You must be hungry. Have a shower and meet me downstairs. I’ll prepare lunch.”
“Prepare?” I raise a brow. “You’re going to cook?”
He rolls his eyes. “I’ll heat it up, to be exact.”
“For a second, I thought I was still dreaming,” I chuckle, before teasing, “Or a nightmare, considering you’d set the kitchen on fire.”
Smack!
I gasp at the sharp spank, massaging my stinging ass.
“I’m not that bad, brat.”
“If you say so.”
Tasting my mouth in a rough kiss before letting it go with a soft bite, he orders, “Wear the dress. No bra or panties.”
Leaving my pussy wet, he exits the room.
***
I twirl in front of the mirror, checking out the dress from every angle. It’s both sexy and cute, putting plenty of skin on display. Without the bra, my hard nipples are outlined shamelessly through the clingy material. The space between my thighs isn’t any better. I’m wet, and not from the shower.
Ever since we stepped into the cabin, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal.
His husky voice growling about him stealing my firsts flashes in my mind, making me clamp my legs together. At this rate, it won’t be long before I beg him to take me and end the months-long ache.
We’ve had enough foreplay to last a lifetime.
My body is desperate to be fucked raw and hard.
I want to be owned by Kian Singhania. Wholly and irrevocably.
Glancing one final time in the mirror, I get out of the room. There’s another room right across from ours. Curious what lies inside, I turn the knob, but it doesn’t budge.
Hmm, strange that it’s locked.
It must be the storage room. Backing away, I stride toward the staircase when I notice the balcony doors. It faces the lake and the mountains. I let out a blissful sigh. I’ll never get over the beauty of this place.
When I reach the landing, I listen for sounds in the kitchen and hear none.
“Kian?” I call out, entering the open area. “Love?”
Both the dining room and the living room are empty.
Where is h—
My eyes land on the deck outside, bringing my feet to a halt. All previous thoughts vanish from my mind as I take in the romantic setting waiting for me.
A table for two sits in the middle. A red and silky tablecloth is draped over the surface while a small vase filled with red and pink roses sit in the center. I make out the bottle of wine and two cocktail glasses when a tall figure blocks my view.
My tummy backflips.
Switching his sweats for a black shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark blue denim jeans, Kian stalks my way.
My pulse skyrockets with each step he takes.
I’m still rooted to the same spot when he invades my personal space. The tiny space in the open placket of his shirt provides me a sinful view of the two middle letters of my name over the rainbow.
Roaming my gaze up his throat and to his handsome face, I meet his intense eyes.
They are darkly running all over me, raising goosebumps on my flesh.
A shudder slithers down my spine when he brings his large palm to rest right above my ass, touching my skin left exposed because of halter style of the dress.
“You look so fucking sexy, little siren,” he praises in a guttural voice. My fingers fly to his biceps as he dips his mouth and licks my collarbone. Biting over my pounding pulse, he sucks and kisses, stopping near my ear. “I wanna eat your pussy so bad. It’s been too many hours since I licked it.”
He utters it as if he didn’t spend hours between my thighs in the car on the way to the airport and then on the plane until I passed out. It was his tongue lapping at my slit that had woken me up later too.
He loves eating me out like it’s his religion. Like he needs it for sustenance.
It’s filthy, hot, and divine.
I’ve learned not to stop or disturb him. Otherwise, he’ll only work me harder and longer.
“Please,” I beg, so goddamn turned on. “Taste me.”
“If I taste you, I won’t be able to stop,” he heaves, pulling away. “I need to feed you first.”
“I’m hungry for you.”
His nostrils flare. “Don’t play with fire, Iris.”
“I can’t help that you turn me on.”
“Fuck, baby.” Capturing my lips in a ravenous kiss, he whispers, “I don’t want to attack you like an animal on the day you’re completely mine.
We’ve done everything backward and that stops now.
I want to wine and dine my beautiful girlfriend before I make love to her. So, no making me lose control, yeah?”
He called me his girlfriend!
For the first time.
I was completely unprepared to hear it from him. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
There’s a vulnerability and newness in his deep voice, like he hasn’t said it to anyone. I know it’s true because he doesn’t date, which is why it feels even more meaningful. Like I’ve been given a gift that nobody besides me will ever have.
Every possessive claim of his makes me fall a little deeper for him.
“Okay, I won’t.”
“Good girl.” His dimples make an appearance as he grins. “Can I take you on a date now?”
I grin back. “Yeah, please.”
Trailing a hand down my arm, he laces his fingers through mine and guides me outside to the beautiful deck. Except for our table, the rest of the furniture is gone. The sun is shining bright without feeling sweltering, while a cool breeze from the lake teases my skin pleasantly.
Kian pulls out my chair and I take a seat. I shiver when his fingertips graze my shoulder as he tucks me in. As he rounds to the chair across from me, I study the table. It’s visible how much thought and effort he’s put into it.
Besides the rose centerpiece, there are strawberry-scented pillar candles and fine silverware that match the table runner. He’s even sprinkled rose petals. A silver cloche covers our meal, but I can smell the delicious aroma of the food.
My heart threatens to burst from love. Tears sting my eyes as I hold them at bay.
I’ve never earned such devotion. Or been pampered so much.
“This is what you were doing,” I murmur, emotions clogging my throat as I stare into his beautiful gaze. “While I was asleep.”
“I wanted to do something special for you.” Reaching across the round table, he holds my hand and caresses my knuckles. “Do you like it? I did my best.”
“It’s perfect, Kian. Everything about you is.”
“No tears,” he says, brushing one away from my cheek. “We’re celebrating the start of our lives together.”