You’d made the ultimate sin in her eyes.

You left her on read. For twenty minutes.

When you got home, the lights were dimmed and the house was quiet… eerily quiet. You called her name.

Then you saw her.

Rangiku lay across the bed completely naked, her long, luscious figure on full display under the moonlight pouring through the window. One arm under her head, the other resting over her full, bare chest. She was pouting hard, brows furrowed and lips puffed.

“You ignored me,” she said coldly.

“I was in training—”

“For twenty minutes,” she snapped, sitting up slightly and letting her breasts bounce with the movement. “Do you have any idea how long that feels for a lonely wife?”

You didn’t even get the chance to respond before she pointed to the bed. “Lay down. Right now.”

As soon as you did, she crawled on top of you, pinning you beneath her soft, warm body, her thighs straddling your hips. “You don’t get to leave this bed until I say so,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “You’re going to cuddle me, kiss me, and apologize until I feel better. And I don’t forgive easily.”