Kian Keller spent three days showing Mia Grant, in no uncertain terms, just how much sweeter a reunion can be than a honeymoon.
In the dim basement.
Mia Grant wrapped her arms around his neck in surprise. "This bed is still here! You didn't throw it out?!"
"I've already dealt with it. It just seemed a shame to throw this away."
He replied breathlessly in her ear.
"..."
In an instant, she understood his intentions. Her already rosy cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Kian Keller gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from her cheeks and carried her to the bed.
The mattress was soft. As Mia Grant's body sank into it, she thought she heard the clinking of thin chains from the headboard and footboard.
Her face flushed, she kept her eyes squeezed shut, and he didn't ask her to open them.
But his actions made his intentions perfectly clear: he wanted to force her to confront where she was.
