Why are you so naughty?

POV Emelia

I froze for a moment when I heard Samuel accept my challenge. Without wasting any time, I immediately stepped toward the stove, my excitement overflowing.

Ah, damn. Suddenly, I had no idea what to cook for him. After thinking hard, I decided to make something simple yet full of flavor, something I believed would please Samuel’s taste.

I chose Tostada con Tomate. Crispy toasted bread topped with crushed tomatoes, drizzled with premium olive oil, and sprinkled with sea salt. Of course, I added slices of jamon to give it a rich, savory touch.

The process was quick and easy.

Once it was done, I served it in front of Samuel along with a glass of fresh orange juice.

The aroma spread beautifully, the scent of freshly toasted bread blending with the freshness of ripe tomatoes, leaving a natural red hue. On top, thin slices of jamon were arranged neatly, the meat soft and slightly translucent, with its fat slowly melting over the still-warm bread.

“Please, enjoy,” I said with a wide smile.

I watched Samuel’s face carefully.

His expression was hard to read. Just from the aroma alone, he should have known this dish was perfect for breakfast.

“Why?” I asked when he remained still. “Oh God, I did not poison it, Samuel! I took all the ingredients from your own kitchen. If there is poison, then it means your own people are trying to kill you!”

“Sit,” Samuel ordered shortly, tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes fixed on me.

“Sit?” I repeated.

Samuel did not answer, only gave a small nod. Growing impatient, I moved at once. But instead of sitting on the empty chair beside him, I casually settled onto his lap.

“What are you doing, Emelia?” Samuel snapped, though his voice was not as cold as usual.

“Sitting,” I replied calmly.

“I meant sit on that chair. Why do you like sitting on my lap so much?” Instead of answering, I took a piece of the bread I had prepared and held it right in front of his lips.

“Come on, Samuel. How can you know if it is good or not if you do not try it?” I urged. “Open your mouth. I will feed you.”

I smiled in satisfaction when Samuel finally gave in and opened his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring every flavor. But suddenly, his hand caught my wrist.

“What is it? Is it not good?” I asked nervously, my heart suddenly pounding.

Samuel did not answer immediately because his mouth was still full. But in the next moment, he brought the piece of bread to my lips.

“You eat too. You have not had breakfast, right?”

The corner of my lips lifted at his unexpected concern. My heart beat faster just from his intense gaze and softened tone. I shook my head.

“No. I made this especially for you, Samuel. You have to finish it. You already accepted the challenge, remember?”

Samuel nodded slightly. “Hm, it is good. I admit defeat. But now you have to eat too. Your body is too small, Emelia. Eat more so you can be a little fuller.”

My eyes widened. I did not accept being called small, even though it was true. All this time, my meals had always been limited by my parents. I had never been able to eat freely in my own home.

“Stop thinking about it. Eat more for your energy tonight.” I shivered when Samuel whispered right into my ear. My body stiffened, especially when his hand began to stroke my back gently.

“So... we are going to do it?” I asked hesitantly, my face flushing.

“Yes,” he answered in a low, tempting voice. “We are going to do it.”

***

After that meal filled with stakes, I lost track of Samuel. He only left a short message that kept echoing in my head, making my heart race uncontrollably.

“Wait for me, Emelia. Tonight you will sleep with me, so wait in our room.”

Our room.

I smiled widely remembering those words. Now, I was already inside a large bedroom filled with Samuel’s masculine scent.

The bed in front of me was huge, enough for five people, yet tonight it would only be the two of us.

The sun had completely set, but Samuel still had not shown up. My nervousness slowly turned into annoyance. Was he lying on purpose?

If that was true, I swore I would teach him a lesson he would never forget.

In my wild thoughts, I had already made a plan. If he did not make the first move, then I would conquer him

instead. In my eyes, Samuel was still a man limited by his condition, so this was my chance to take control.

“You better watch out when you come back, Samuel,” I muttered into the quiet room. With nothing else to do but wait, drowsiness began to take over.

Samuel’s soft bed seemed to call out to me.

I decided to lie down for a moment, not realizing when I eventually fell asleep.

I did not know what time it was, but when I opened my eyes, Samuel was already beside me.

His gaze burned with an intensity that felt like it could set my skin on fire. My breath caught. My chest pounded as I saw him bare-chested, showing his firm chest and well-defined abs.

“What time is it?” My voice was hoarse, almost a whisper.

“Night. Almost eleven,” he answered calmly, his voice deep and heavy.

Damn, I slept too long. Panic suddenly hit me as I thought about how I looked right now. My earlier confidence to take control disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming awkwardness.

“Um... what time did you get back?” I asked, trying to hide my nervousness under his unwavering gaze.

“Just now. I had something important to take care of. It took quite a while. Sorry for making you wait.”

“You really made me wait for a long time, Samuel.”

“Then let us begin,” he said without hesitation.

I froze. So tonight it would really happen? A real husband and wife relationship? I should have been happy, because this was what I wanted from the beginning, even though I had no experience at all.

“Why are you hesitating? Do you not want it anymore?” Samuel asked in a teasing tone.

My pride was stirred. I shook my head firmly and crawled closer to him. “Of course I do. I want to do it with my own husband,” I said with a provocative smile.

Boldly, my fingers traced his broad chest. His skin felt warm under my touch.

I looked at him with desire clouding my eyes. Knowing the condition of his legs, I positioned myself on top of him, pinning him in place.

I leaned down and silenced his lips with a deep kiss. The kiss grew long and wild as we tasted each other, until

Samuel began to respond with surprising dominance.

“Ah... Samuel,” I breathed as his lips moved, brushing and lightly biting the skin of my neck.

Still on top of him, I slowly removed my clothes, letting my body be revealed under the dim light.

“Samuel...” I whispered softly when his large hands began to hold me, gentle yet possessive.

“Why are you so naughty?” he murmured close to my face.

“I am only naughty with my husband,” I replied, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “And tonight, I am the one who will conquer you, Samuel.”