Page 112 of Bleed with Me

“Good morning.” I waved at him cheerfully, grinning like a maniac.

He blinked once, twice, then looked at his wrists again.

“Nina.” The warning in his voice only made my smile brighter.

“Yes, husband?” I raised a challenging brow, enjoying this situation much more than was healthy.

“Release me,” he demanded.

“Absolutely not.”

Dorian dropped his head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, as if questioning every decision that led him here.

“I closed my eyes for a few seconds,” he sighed, disbelief heavy in his voice.

“A few seconds?” I gasped in mock offense. “You slept like the dead. What did you expect?”

A reluctant smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

“I expected worse,” he admitted, his gaze drifting over me, taking in my face and the satisfaction I made absolutely no effort to hide.

Lazily, I leaned closer, my hand resting on his muscular thigh, my mouth hovering millimeters from his.

“You’re enjoying this,” I said, searching his mischievous eyes.

“Immensely.”

His face lit up, my stomach flipping at the sight of his excited expression. Gently, I smoothed a strand of hair away from his forehead, already imagining all the ways to deliciously ruin him.

“Balance has to be restored,” I announced, pulling away because he could distract me from my plan with a single look.

“Balance,” he repeated flatly. “What balance? You tied me to my own bed!”

“That’s correct.” I nodded and climbed off the mattress.

“After spending half an hour turning my house upside down,” he fired, and my smile faltered. How did he…

Dorian grinned at me knowingly.

“Aaaah,” he sighed. “So you did go through my drawers.”

The smug bastard.

“Don’t change the subject.” I placed my arms on my hips. “We’re discussing your behavior.”

“My behavior?” He gave me another once-over, clearly enjoying the view of his button-up on me.

“You think you can boss me around?” I asked, opening a button to give him a better view of my cleavage. “Tell me what I should or shouldn’t say?”

Dorian laughed, the sound sending an annoying flutter through my chest.

“I enjoyed it too much not to do it again, ma vilaine,” he replied, winking at me. “And let’s be honest, you liked it, too.”

Blush crept up my neck, coloring my cheeks, but instead of admitting anything, I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly left my skull.

“Did I hit a nerve?” he teased.

“Maybe.” I shrugged nonchalantly, reaching behind me. Slowly, I produced the dildo I found in his collection, relishing his flabbergasted expression.