64|Two More

~Rylee~

I gulped, dampening my suddenly parched throat. The quick shift in my heartbeat sent blood flowing through every nerve ending of my body.

Heart failure.

Klaus, in nothing but rugged jeans, stood by the end of the bed, his brawny arms folded in his middle. Unruly dark hair, still damp from the showers, draped like curtains on his forehead. Thick, long lashes circled his dark eyes, scanning my body as I lay helpless in the bed.

It didn’t matter that I was still clothed in a shirt and sweatpants. His searing gaze was enough to leave me naked as his eyes glided over my body.

I pulled on my hand, wrist restrained separately above my head. A leather cuff circled my wrists, and the chain jiggled against the metal headboard.

This wasn’t the same as our honeymoon. His eyes hold bottled emotions I’m afraid to uncover. He was mad, still mad at what I did, and he’s about to show me just how mad he was.

“Klaus-“ I choked, but he cut me off with a shake of his head.

“You’ll only speak when