Her body trembled in rage as she recalled everything that had happened last night, from the preparation of her body to the passionate lovemaking they had shared. She had never felt so violated in her entire life. Sliding out of bed, she paced the opulent room growing more agitated by the minute. Armon waited for the storm to break as his eyes opened and he noted her anger. Lacing his hands under his neck he spoke calmly, "Come back to bed Michaela." Turning at the sound of his voice, her hands went to her hips. "What kind of sick monster are you?" Her breasts heaved in anger, she had not considered pulling on her almost non-existent robe. She looked adorable he thought, a lazy smile finding his face as his eyebrow raised subtly. "The kind that enjoys his wife pleasing him I suppose." He knew he should refrain from mocking her ire, but found himself hard pressed to stop. Stalking over to the bed she gave a resounding slap to his cheek.
