Page 105 of Bad Little Bride

Slowly, he presses forward, his knuckle gliding up under my chin as he tilts my head back, keeping our gazes sealed. “You know what a knife can’t cut, a bullet can’t pierce, and a fire can’tburn?” He slides his lips along mine, and I shiver at the feeling. “Love, baby. So, tell yourself you’re not mine, fight me, push me, but it won’t matter…because you’re going to love me either way.”

My lips part on a sharp inhale and Enzo swoops in, swallowing the sound with his mouth as he takes mine captive. Prisoner.

He enslaves me with his lips alone, an invisible chain wrapping round my neck, leashing me to him.

His licks are angry lashes against my own, his touch hard and possessive, claiming with every slide of his palm along my skin. Over my hip and up my ribs, along my arms and lower back until he reaches the nape of my neck, where he squeezes. He presses me to him so hungrily, I can’t fucking breathe, but I don’t even care. With every swipe of his tongue, I fall deeper into his darkness.

When he finally breaks away, it’s only to growl against my mouth. “You’re mine, Little Bride.” He gathers my hair in his fist, tugging gently so our eyes meet. “Everything I am, everything I have, is already yours.” His right hand slides down my stomach, taking the tie of the robe with it, but haltingjustbefore the point falls open. “So take from me. Take what only I can give you. Take what we both know you want and fuck everything else. The rest will follow.”

I hold his gaze, my heart thundering in my chest. Need pulses through my entire being, tiny little sparks flickering across my skin and making me jumpy.

I’m on edge.

I’m on edge and this man is dying to catapult me off the cliff.

There’s so much to figure out…but what’s a few more hours going to hurt?

I say not a damn thing, so when Enzo’s tongue slides across his lower lip, I flick mine out to meet him.

Those hazel eyes grow dark, and when his hands find my hips, lifting, I go willingly. My legs wrap around his waist, the warmth of his skin through his top like lava against my needy pussy.

I know he can feel how wet I am from his kiss, and the deep rumble of his chest as he pushes on my ass, grinding my lower half against his abs, tells me I’m not wrong.

Enzo takes slow steps backward, not stopping until his ass meets the balcony railing. He tips his head, teeth closing around my lower lip and dragging along until it pops free. Just as fast, his face disappears into my neck, kissing and sucking, and I’m a moaning mess in his arms.

“Those sounds.” He groans, this time dropping my hip down until I feel how hard he is beneath me.

I gasp, pressing into him, and he growls, biting my neck. “I can’t wait to hear what my name sounds like when you’re moaning it.”

“Didn’t think it was possible, but you sound even more confident this time around.”

“Fuck yes, I am.”

A grin pulls at my lips, and he nips at them once more. It’s…almost sweet, playful in a sexy sort of way that makes my smile want to grow wider, but I forget all about that when he latches onto my thighs in a firm grip that has my muscles tensing.

Slowly, he pries my legs from around his body, holding me when he realizes my limbs are too loose for me to stand on them on my own.

There’s a sheen of satisfaction in his eyes as he stares at me, and he doesn’t dare look away, keeping our gazes locked as he pushes me forward a single step.

“Tell me why you bought this silky thing.” He fingers the hem of the robe, his hands disappearing beneath it and ghosting along my skin.

“You already know. You knew the minute you saw it.”

“Hmm,” he hums in agreement, a slow smirk building across his lips. “I did, but I want to hear my bride say it.”

“I knew you would like it,” I admit. “Since it matches the bedding and all.”

He’s full-on smiling now, and it would almost be daunting if the sight wasn’t so exquisite. “You thought of me when you weren’t with me. I like that and Ilovethis.” He bunches the material in his fists, eyes closing briefly.

“In that case, I should leave it on.”

His eyes snap open, a tiny threat woven in them, but there’s humor there too as he begins to slide himself down. He transfers my hands to the railing, our gazes snared as he goes lower and lower, until his ass is on the balcony floor, his back to the rail, my fingers locked around it on either side of his head. Palms wrapping around my ankles, he gently tugs, silently asking me to lift my legs, and lowers them on the outsides of his thighs, my bare feet brushing against his slacks, because of course he’s already in a suit and I’ve only just woken. Rough, heated palms slide along my thighs, squeezing and massaging. My body bucks at the simple touch, and his fingertips twitch in satisfaction.

Enzo leans forward, taking the sash of my gown with his teeth, but his movements are too slow for me, so I draw my hips backward, and the last little loop untangles. The robe falls open, revealing what’s underneath.

Absolutelynothing.

But Enzo, he doesn’t look, his pupils blow wide, his jaw clenches, and I know his peripheral is strong enough to tell him I’m bared to him, if he couldn’t feel that on his own already. Regardless, his eyes stay on mine. “I know what you need, but I’d like you to tell me what youwant.”

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