Chapter 32
While getting dressed the next morning, my eyes remained plastered on the marks all over my chest, some redder than
others.
Gabriel had, in every sense, marked me.
And I didn’t mind that. Not one bit. Even though they hurt and the material of the satin shirt I had chosen to wear itched them. Thankfully, Gabriel hadn’t left any marks over my neck or the visible part of my chest.
That day, we left the hotel to ride the gondola. The sun was well hidden behind an intense cloud cover and the colour of the sky was a pastel blue interspersed with different shades of yellow even though it was noon.
My husband sat on the opposite end of the gondola, talking to the middle aged man rowing it which surprised me, because Gabriel wasn’t one to talk at all. Not even to people who knew him, and much less to strangers. But they talked in hushed voices as if to intentionally keep it out of my hearing range- which didn’t make much sense since they were already talking in a language I didn’t understand, and that would’ve offended me if I wasn’t so fascinated by the bridges we passed under, the flowers growing on the edges, the buildings to the side with windows through which we could peak inside, different people loving different lives- and old couple watching television, kids playing what seemed like hide and seek, young people bickering, a group of friends drinking and chattering, and even two people in the midst of a steamy kiss.
“You like it, Freckles?” Gabriel cut into my little reverie and I realised the conversation he was holding was over. The man had gone back to rowing his boat while Gabriel stared at me.
“I love it,” I reply. “What were the two of you talking about?”
“You’re jealous now if I talk to old men too?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Couldn’t you hear it?”
I scowled. “I don’t talk whatever language the two of you were talking in.”
Gabriel smiled, amused. “It was Bulgarian.”
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I?”
“You speak Bulgarian?”
“I speak five languages, Freckles.”
My lips parted. “Really?”
“I don’t lie.”
you talking
“You.”
“Mel”
“Hm.” He nodded.
“What about me?”
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Chapter 32
you
frowned. “That doesn’t sound
pauses, and then
“What does it mean?”
for me and him
“If this is our honeymoon, you aren’t doing too great a job at making your wife
that last night.”
Gabriel with wide eyes,
take you home and f*ck you. You scream my name. You’re my wife.
that.”
every passing word, my eyes widened
doesn’t understand English. Why do
I breathed in relief.
good job
with great difficulty: 1 glare at him, remembering how I had to ditch my heels for shoes today. “I’m
I f*ck you
don’t want
permission from something that willingly gives it. His eyes flicker downwards, and I shut my thighs further under my skirt as an arousal pulses through them. I took it easy on you last night, Freckles, because it was your fi time with me,” he adds, “I won’t be that
gulp. That
was the most vanilla I’ve ever been. He looked like he was
found the voice in me to
it after
will
I release a breath I didn’t realise
on, because it was that narrow. I assumed it was only made for pedestrians to cross from
walked side by side like the first day I had watched
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