CH.122

Knox secured Serena's slender body with the plush quilt just before the door opened and Mrs. Ricci came in. It was as though Knox could already feel her presence before she even got there.

“Master. Madame.” The older lady greeted in a crisp, all-business tone, giving Knox and Serena deep bows. Then she stood straight again, moved toward the night stand and placed the trail she was holding there before retreating from the couple once more.

Mrs. Ricci's footsteps were all slow and purposeful as she made her way across the bedroom towards the bathroom, clearly already knowing exactly what needed to be done.

Serena hugged the soft quilt tighter around herself, feeling pretty awkward and embarrassed as she heard the stern butler pottering around unhurriedly getting the bath ready just on the other side of the door.

She remembered meeting Mrs. Ricci's eyes briefly and felt her cheeks flush despite trying her best to keep her shit together.

Serena knew little about this particular staff member or all the others. But she could tell right off the bat that Mrs. Ricci was an intimidating woman who took her job deadly seriously.

She was definitely not the type to show any bias or stick her nose into other people's business where it didn't belong.

Still, Serena couldn't quite shake that gnawing sense of shame that this unflappable, straight-laced woman had inadvertently caught her looking all disheveled and freshly-sexed mere moments after Knox's talented, wicked mouth had worked her into that mind-blowing, earth-shatteringly intense orgasm.

It was like Knox could read her mind or something because he leaned in close and planted a lingering, reassuring kiss on her flushed forehead.

"Relax," he murmured huskily against her tingling skin in that deep.

He knew Mrs. Ricci didn’t look at her the way he was thinking. The woman was way too professional for that."

Mrs. Ricci emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later. Her expression remained completely unreadable as ever. Like it was carved out of stone.

"Master, the bath is prepared per your specifications," she stated simply in the same crisp, formal tone, not a single emotion showing on her face.

Knox gave a little nod.

With that, the older lady turned on her heel and gently exited the room, making sure to close the door softly behind her.

Knox rose up to his full, impressive height in one sinuously smooth movement the second they were alone again.

The quilt pooled around his feet, exposing his ridiculously defined ab muscles for Serena's hungry eyes.

Her gaze was instantly drawn to the massive tattoo that looked like a serpent or dragon.

The image seemed to snake and twist around his toned back and hips in a vivid shade of black.

Then her gaze moved down to his flat, firm butt and the broad, powerful muscles of his legs.

A furious blush crept across Serena's cheeks as she drank in the full view of her husband's gloriously nude form.

No matter how many times she laid eyes on Knox's body, she just couldn't deny that this man was sculpted like a straight-up, no-joke Greek god or something.

He was simply perfect in every way: From the thick, inky strands of disheveled hair to the rugged, carved structures of his striking face and the mouthwateringly sculpted muscles of his imposing physique.

Next to such an impossibly beautiful, undeniably masculine specimen like Knox, Serena felt her own self-confidence start to falter a little.

Sure, she was a celebrity… she was someone millions had praised and fawned over for her own exceptional beauty and bangin' body. But in Knox's overwhelming, dominating presence, she felt so inferior, so inadequate - like she couldn't even hold a candle to his otherworldly level of hotness.

Serena's eyes instinctively dropped just as Knox turned to face her.

She quickly averted her gaze from the thick, heavy weight of his huge bulge jutting out so enticingly, already growing harder and more insistent between his thickly muscled thighs.

She didn't dare let herself look too closely at that mouthwatering length, at the deliciously thick anaconda just dangling there so temptingly in front of her.

The mere sight of it never failed to make a delightful flutter of yearning uncurl low in her belly as a fresh gush of arousal dampened her thighs.

Serena previously believed Alex had the best dick.

She couldn't deny that her ex-husband was well-endowed for a guy, given how many examples she had seen in adult films. However, if Alex saw what Knox had in his groin, he would bury his head in humiliation.

Before she could even catch her breath, Knox bent at the waist and scooped her up into an embrace with almost insulting ease.

He strode towards the bathroom, not even breaking a sweat while carrying her effortlessly.

Serena relaxed and enjoyed being pampered like this by her husband.

Knox gently deposited her into the steaming depths of the luxuriously large bathtub when they reached the bathroom before sliding in behind her.

A soft sigh of pure approval escaped Serena's parted lips as the deliciously warm, fragrant water enveloped her body.

She could feel the gentle heat already beginning to soothe and relax her aching, well-used muscles.

Knox pulled her back to rest against the solid wall of his chest.

His thick, corded arms wound themselves possessively around her torso, holding her flush against him in an unmistakable claiming embrace.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply basking in the intimate atmosphere and each other's presence and enjoying the chance to unwind after their earlier vigorous activities.

"Would you hate or be afraid to spend your life with a sadist?" Knox’s sudden question broke the silence.

Serena instantly stiffened at the unexpected words.

Where did that come from?

She had definitely not been anticipating such a blunt, loaded question like that.

A feeling of trepidation and curiosity swirled through Serena as she struggled to process his surprising inquiry.

Sadists were deviants who derived pleasure from the suffering of others. A part of her recoiled in horror.

Every self-preserving instinct screamed at her to run, to get as far away from this dangerous, unbalanced man as possible before his depravity and violence could consume her too.

Serena forced her thoughts to believe otherwise. She wanted to believe he was only trying to scare her because his actions so far have strongly contradicted this concept.

She slowly turned her head to meet the searing intensity of his storm-clouded gaze.

"W-Why are you asking me that?" she finally managed to ask.

Instead of offering her a direct explanation, Knox simply held her captive with the weight of his piercing stare for a few endless heartbeats.

Then, before she could even begin to process what the hell was happening, he tilted her chin up with one long finger and captured her lips in a slow, passionate kiss that instantly derailed her whole train of thought.