Page 134 of Bad Little Bride

“Still no words for me, Little Bride?” he murmurs, running his nose along mine and making me want to stab him. “No questions? No threats?”

My response is to flick my tongue out, licking across his lips.

It works like a charm.

Enzo snaps, catching it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, his lips coming down on mine with angry, electric energy. His kiss is full of possession and an unspoken warning. I’m to behave in this moment because one way or another, he is getting what he wants today. Right now.

I just wish I had a single fucking clue what that was.

Enzo

If I could strangleher with my tongue, I might be tempted to do just that right now I’m so fucking pissed. Enraged.

I take it out on her mouth, pressing hard against her, biting and sucking and punishing.

I flick my wrist at Mino and I hear him get moving.

We don’t have to talk about what I’m expecting. My earlier question and taking her ring off with my teeth were enough for him to get the idea.

My wife rips away from my mouth, head yanking in his direction, green gaze narrowing as he preps her pretty little finger, but I take her chin between my own, forcing her attention back where it belongs. On me.

“You fucked up today, wife.” My fingers skim along her jaw, skating down her neck before I take it in my palm. “Got drunk. Left. Got in the car with someone who wasn’t your guard.”

“You’re just mad they got the jump on your men,” she sasses, brow popped high. “How’d they do it, by the way? I imagine the real guard is still alive and breathing somewhere?”

Mino scoffs and her head jerks in his direction, but my hold on her is still stiff as stone.

Her eyes narrow and I glare right back.

“You really think the man who put my wife at risk would get to simply walk away?”

“You really think you cannot come home and not tell me about it?”

My cock twitches.

She doesn’t care about the man in my cellar or the plans I have for him.

No, my little bride has a one-track mind at the moment.

“You’ve had your caramel, hot and ready each morning, have you not?”

Her features only harden more.

“I warned you, baby. Disappointment more than not, remember?”

“I’m not okay with that.”

I run my nose along the column of her throat, whispering against her. “And what would my wife have me do, hmm?”

“Take me with you.”

“Too dangerous.”

“I can handle it.”

“I have no doubt.” I use my teeth next. “Fact still remains.”

“So, is this your plan, then? Tie me up and tell me no?”

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