“What are you doing?”she protested when he picked her up.“I’m too heavy!Put me down.I can walk.”
His voice turned stern.“If I ever hear you say that again, I will whip your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a month.Now, keep still.I’m going to give you a warm bubble bath.”
“You’re going to...”She stilled in his arms, blinking at him in wonder.“You’re going to put me in a bath filled with bubbles?”
“Yes, Angel.I’m going to bathe you and put you to sleep.”
For once, the usually quick-witted Xia was speechless, and something inside Rex’s chest tightened at her expression.This tenderness he felt was dangerous, unexpected, and completely against everything he had planned.
Chapter Thirteen
Xia
Rex’s private beachhouse, Pearl Paradise...
The cool night air kissed Xia’s sensitized skin as Rex carried her down the garden path to his villa.The contrast between his earlier dominant display and his current gentleness left her head spinning.His cum had dried on her skin, a physical reminder of his possessive claiming, yet here he was, cradling her as if she were precious cargo.
“You know, for someone who just used me as a human canvas, you’re being suspiciously sweet,” she murmured against his chest.
“Shut up, Xia.”
“Make me.”
His chest rumbled with what might have been a laugh.“Don’t tempt me, little sub.You’ve had enough lessons for one night.”
The bathroom was a marvel of modern luxury.He set her down carefully on the marble counter while he ran the bath, adding jasmine-scented bubbles that filled the air with a soothing fragrance.
“I feel like I’ve stepped into the twilight zone,” she said, watching him test the water temperature.“The big bad Dom drawing me a bubble bath?What’s next?Are you going to sing me a lullaby?”
His eyes met hers in the mirror, a jumble of amusement and warning.“Keep pushing, and I’ll demonstrate how effectively I can wash out that smart mouth of yours.”
Yet when he lifted her into the tub, his touch was feather light.The same hands that had so roughly clamped her body earlier now moved with tender precision, washing away the evidence of his dominance.She couldn’t help but marvel at the dichotomy.
“Why are you doing this?”she asked softly as he massaged shampoo into her scalp.
“I made the mess, so it’s my responsibility to clean it up.Don’t overthink everything.Just accept it.”
