Page 60 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Alissia raised her brows. “Going to undress me right here in the living room?”
Oh, how he wanted to do just that. But not tonight.
“I’m going to make you feel like a bride.”
A soft pink flush bloomed in her cheeks. “Oh?”
“A bride should be happy and satisfied on her wedding day and night, yes?”
Alissia gulped and nodded.
“And, as the bride, you have made a request while we left the party. Aromanticrequest,” he said. “Shall we proceed with it?”
She grinned, lighting up the whole room. “I can’t believe you still remember that even after being attacked.”
“It is my duty as your husband to satisfy all your needs–or else Zamolxy might actually cancel our marriage. He does love drama, you’ve seen him pout at the lack of sacrifice.”
Alissia’s crystalline laughter filled the hallway and Rynar’s hearts. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
Neither had Rynar. But hearing her laughter was all he needed.
“The wonders of marriage, Ms. Adami-Te’Oken. You find out secrets you never even imagined.”
“Hey, it’s Mrs. Adami-Te’Oken, thank you very much.” Alissia lifted her brows, trying to appear as imposing as she did back at the office. She could barely keep her chin from shaking with laughter, though. “I’m a married woman now, show some respect.”
“Really?”
“Really. Or my husband’s going to kick your ass.”
“You think he can take me?”
“Oh, yes. He’s really big and muscly.”
“How big?”
“Very big.” Alissia’s eyes trailed down Rynar’s body with a sudden intensity that made him groan. Then she shook her head, eyes turning clear again. “Wow, that triusca drink was strong.”
Maybe that was it. A weird combination of triusca and being ambushed had made Rynar act so unrestrained.
Or maybe it was just Alissia.
“You still haven’t given me an answer,” he said, voice dropping. He let his own gaze roam over her.
Nines, she was gorgeous.
Alissia narrowed her eyes playfully at him for a few moments. She liked making him wait, did she?
“Okay, fine,” she said at last. “Don’t drop me.”
Rynar didn’t need to be told twice. Alissia had barely mentioned that she thought the wholecarrying the bridepart of the wedding was kind of romantic.
Rynar wasn’t about to argue with that.
He swooped down with Deruzian speed and picked Alissia up. Apparently, this position was calledbridal style.
Rynar liked it. She weighed practically nothing, but he enjoyed the feeling of her soft, human body in his arms. The way her left hand rested on his chest just above his hearts, her ring catching the light.
Rynar wanted to savor this moment. He was carrying his wife into his bedroom–they didn’t want to wake up Zinny, did they?
