Third person's pov
Sitting at the dining table beside Elijah, Meera stared at the food in front of her. She didn't think that she can get more surprised. He has cooked Indian dishes that too the ones she is not so good at making. How can he cook this? She asked herself. Elijah stared at her shocked face, he smiles amusingly, she has been sporting that look since she came downstairs. Well, he already said that she was in for surprises. Leaning towards her face, he kissed her parted lips, darting his tongue inside, exploring her whole mouth with eagerness. Meera gets startled by the sudden kiss, trying to get rid of him, she pushes him but nothing. He kisses her till stealing her breath and then only he pulls back. Glaring, Meera breathes ruggedly, and snarls,
"What was that for?"
"Your gaping mouth was tempting me since you stepped in the kitchen, and I lost control"
nonchalantly said Elijah as if it was the most normal thing. Huffing, Meera picked up the spoon and started eating, anger running in her blood, at least the food will cool her down. The taste buds in her mouth burst with the heavenly taste of the food. Her eyes widened and she chewed faster, totally enjoying the delicious food. Elijah stared at her unblinking, feeling satisfied that her doe loved the food he cooked if the joyous face of her told anything. But he wanted to hear it from her mouth, hence he asked her, voice neutral,
"How does it taste?"
"It's edible"
Meera replied after a pause, thinking. Not wanting to give him any satisfaction, she subtly told him, although the food was five-star restaurant level. Elijah smiled crookedly, musing,
"I would have believed you, if not for the half-empty dishes already, such a lying doe"
Meera stopped eating, feeling embarrassed, she felt her cheeks and neck burn. Clearing her throat after swallowing the food, she retorted,
"As if, look at yourself eating lasagna, you know too well that you cooked decent"
"Doe, I don't like Indian food, and I am Italian if you still didn't know"
Elijah remarked in a duh tone riling her up, which she did. Feeling her blood flow faster, she announced,
"Who cares! I am hungry, as long as the food is vegetarian Indian, I will eat regardless of the taste"
"Of course, you would"
Elijah said standing up, done eating, and picking up the dishes to the wash basin. Meera continued eating avoiding him to her heart and stomach's content. All the while with a small smile Elijah watched her, a strange warmth spreading across his chest which he ignored. Finally done, Meera got up, looking around she saw Elijah coming and picking up the remaining dishes and putting them down in the basin. With nothing to do, she decided to explore the mansion. With that, she moved but stopped hearing Elijah,
"As you know we are the only people here"
she turned towards him, raising her perfectly arched brow, she gestured him to continue, a questioning look on her face,
"So we have to do all the chores ourselves, I cooked, therefore now you will do the dishes"
it was no problem for her, at her home she always helped her mother with chores such as these. But, now her commanding husband didn't ask her, he ordered her which is a problem. Crossing her arms, she asked him,
"Didn't you say you liked doing household chores? Do it yourself"
"Yes, I am well capable of doing so but you shouldn't laze around, help to do the work, it will be done quicker"
Replied Elijah, looking happy, strangely. She quizzically stared at his happy face, is this situation delightful? Shaking her head she argued,
"I am not lazy. Just don't order me and ask nicely"
"It doesn't make a difference, in the end, you are doing the dishes"
she opened her mouth but he cut her off saying seriously,
"Stop arguing and start already"
Her eyes narrowed, fists clenching by her side, she felt like a child being scolded by her mom. No, he doesn't get to treat her like that. But sighing, she didn't want to fight him, he was right in the end she was washing the dishes, so she moved to the basin and started doing the dishes with tensed shoulder, scowling.
Sounds of cutlery being put hard on the counter filled the kitchen. Elijah smiled looking at his angry doe, resembling a mad kitten. Strolling to her, he stood beside her. Picking up a washed plate which is clean, he said,
"Wash properly, it's still dirty"
he heard her stop, and felt her boring holes in the side of his head. Holding his laughter, he keeps the plate down hearing her say,
"Why don't you do it yourself then, Mr. proper!"
with that, she washed the last of the plate and put it on the counter avoiding Elijah who moved away from her. While washing her hands, she felt him behind her. Tensing, she held her breath when he pressed his front to her back, his breath on her neck. He kissed her neck, and she shivered in disgust. His hands crept around her waist holding tight, caging her against the counter with his body. He placed open-mouth kisses along her bare swan-like neck filled with hickeys. He nibbled and sucked, enjoying the taste of his doe, her scent intoxicating him. Unable to take it anymore, she said all while pushing him back,
"Stop! What are you doing?!"
"I am rewarding you for good work"
he replied hoarsely against her neck making her clutch the counter tightly. Switching the sides, he continued his assault. Feeling the repulsion spread like wildfire across her body, she shouted,
"I don't want any reward! Stop, I don't like this!"
he bit on her skin rather harshly making her yelp in pain in response, sucking hard then, he formed a new hickey among others. Pulling back, he turned her towards him. Before she can react, he lifted her, placing on the counter beside. She shrieked in surprise, holding his neck tightly. Parting her legs, he stood in between them, looking at her continuously with feverishness while she came down from the surprise. Speaking in a low, deep voice, he opened her closed hair tied in a bun that came flowing down her back,
"I didn't ask you, I wanted to"