Page 100 of Bad Little Bride

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but my body seems happy to take control, as I’m on my toes, tongue flicking out without permission, licking across my lips on his skin. His salty, musky flavor explodes across my tongue and I think I start to shake.

I know I do when Enzo’s hand slides under my ass, yanking me harder against his erection, his giant palm clenching my ass cheek so hard it might bruise. He moans, long and loud into my ear, and I grow dizzy at the masculine sound. My eyes close, my forehead falling to his shoulder as I try to settle myself.

His fingertips bite into my skin, his free hand driving into my hair, yanking just slightly. He rolls my head to the side, stretching my neck wide and long until my eyes are forced to be locked with his.

My mouth opens, but before I can so much as form a word, I’m spun, my ass now to his front, the gun tossed to the bed as his back hits the wall, arms locking around my middle to keep me where he wants me.

I fight in his grip, but he only chuckles, low and deep, in my ear.

“If you can’t tell, I’m enjoying the struggle.” He grinds his hips against me.

I clench my eyes closed, my mouth pressing into a firm line, forcing myself to stop moving.

“I watch you, you know.” Enzo’s chest inflates with a full breath, his rough palms running long, hot strokes along my arms. “When you eat, when you sleep.”

“That’s not creepy.”

He hums, deep in his throat. “I watch the sweat build across your skin when you dance until you can hardly walk…which we will talk about one day. I watch you when you read, zooming in a little closer when I spot a flush creep up your neck.”

Anger heats my blood, embarrassment keeping my muscles stiff, but it’s the raw flame of need that keeps my mouth closed.

I shouldn’t enjoy hearing this.

I should not get turned on learning my husband has not only robbed me of the future I thought he was giving me, but my privacy as well.

I should slam my head back into his face, break his nose and then his trachea.

Instead, I sink my teeth into my lower lip, pressing my ass into him a little more, and I’m rewarded with a single grind of his hips against mine.

“Did you finish the one you started two days ago?” he wonders. “The one where he sat her on his lap and told her to move like he was inside her?”

I gape, trying to turn and look at him, but he dips his face into my neck, and a strangled sound slips past my throat when his teeth bite down on the sensitive spot there. “How did you?—”

“I finished it last night, while you were sleeping.”

I swallow, lost in the moment, but then my eyes land on the door at the corner of the room. I stiffen and Enzo’s arms tighten around me, completely aware of where my head went.

“I’ve never touched her.” His voice is thick and strong as his mouth closes over my earlobe, slowly letting it slip free with a slight scrape of his teeth. “Not even with my lips.”

My heart beats a little harder in my chest, and I remind myself I have no reason to trust his word.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You will.”

And then he’s gone, out the door without so much as looking back, but it’s when I move to the bed to sit down that a small smile breaks over my lips.

He left me the gun, his way of telling me he trusts any move I feel the need to make.

I could go into that room next door right now, kill Katana if I wanted, and he’d accept it.

He might not like it, but he’d accept it.

So later that night, when I curl up under the thick black and emerald blankets and tell myself that is the only reason I stay in this room, it doesn’t feel like a lie.

Chapter

Twenty-One

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