Page 116 of Bad Little Bride

“Enzo?” she breathes.

“Baby?”

“Bite me while I come.”

I release her leg, fist her hair, and yank her head back.

She squeals, and I waste no time, teeth sinking into her skin, in the exact spot that her lips are tattooed into the skin of my neck, marking her as she did me. Instantly, that squeal turns into a huff that turns into a gaspy moan.

She rides my hand, fingers driving into my hair and tugging my mouth closer, but there’s nowhere else for me to go.

If I bite any harder, I’ll draw blood, but that’s not what she’s after.

It’s the mark I’m leaving behind.

She likes to look in the mirror and seeme.

I’ve caught her doing it twice already since last night…and I marked her good and fucking well. Her thighs are covered with proof of me, her belly and her breasts.

Katana saw it.

I want everyone to fucking see it.

I want the world to know that Boston Revenaw is mine now, and no one is changing that.

I’d dare a fool to try.

Too soon, Boston comes off her high, leaning back and using the counter to hold herself up by her elbows as she peers up at me, a dopey, yet inquisitive expression on her face.

“Okay, Mrs. Fikile.” I dip down, lift her in my arms, and carry us from the kitchen. “Time to tell you a story.”

“Is it about a girl, who used to be married to a guy, who is now married to someone else, but still lives with him?”

“It’s about a girl who was kidnapped, put up for auction, and then sold to the highest bidder.”

Boston’s head yanks my way. “Wait,what?”

Boston

Kidnapped.

Auctioned.

Sold to the highest bidder?

I’m stone in Enzo’s arms, a million scenarios going around in my head as how this all came to be, but the bottom line is pretty clear.

Katana was sold off to the highest bidder, like the Mona Lisa or the Chloe Diamond.

Like I thought I might be if I didn’t go out in search of a man myself.

In truth, I don’t believe my father would sell me for a payout; he had more than he could ever spend, or sell me at all, for that matter, but as a chess piece on a board? Yes.

In our world, there comes a time when alliances are necessary, and I had zero intentions of waiting around, becoming the only bargaining tool he’d have left.

Is that what happened to Katana?

Who is she, where did she come from, and how did Enzo end up being the one to buy her?

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