"I guess I'm not the model wife you expected, and I've made you angry. So, punish me… punish me…" I stammered, racking my brain for something that wouldn't land me in real trouble.
Gabriel lifted my chin with a smirk on his face.
A sense of crisis erupted within me; I could feel something bad brewing in his eyes.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he covered it, preventing me from uttering a word, leaving me to emit muffled sounds of protest.
"You'll be punished," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. "Your wedding gifts will be transferred to my vault, and you'll be fined, just a small reminder to stay in line. Don't bother being polite about it."
As if I'd ever care about his rules!
In a fit of anger, I used my tongue to lick the palm of his hand, which momentarily confused Gabriel.
His gaze deepened as he looked at me, but by then, my focus was entirely on my revenge, leaving no room for noticing his expression.
Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, I quickly sprang up and gripped his neck. Expecting a strong resistance, I applied more force than necessary, accidentally pushing him to the ground.
There was a dull thud as his head hit the floor.