Page 141 of Bad Little Bride

Maybe even in my soul.

Me and him.

Fires of hell.

Always.

I’m not his temporary wife. There will be none after me, and the before doesn’t even fucking matter because I too hold the same trust. In him. In us.

Yes, I realize suddenly.I did know he loves me.

Always a Fikile…

“Enzo…”

“Go on,” he whispers, but his hold on me tightens rather than letting go.

My stunned expression finally washes away, and a smile I can’t hold back takes over. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him hard and fierce, my tongue forcing its way through his lips, and I don’t stop. I hop up, and he catches me, pressing me to the wall as his dick hardens between us.

I want to go back upstairs, get naked and sweaty and bent over the balcony, but a throat clears, and he growls his annoyance, making me chuckle against his lips.

Slowly, he backs up, but he doesn’t set me down. He carries me the final steps, only lowering me when we’ve reached the back door, the girls all standing around impatiently waiting for me. For what, I don’t know.

Grandma stands between the two double doors, hands folded in front of her, also waiting not so patiently.

A frown pulls at my lips, and when she looks up over my head, assumingly at Enzo, he must give her the go-ahead as in the next moment, she spins, pushing the doors open with one quick swoop.

Someone catches each one from the outside, holding them open, and the girls whistle as they walk out.

Not me, though.

I’m stuck where I stand, mouth open and a deep coiling twisting low in my stomach.

Rocklin, Bronx, and Delta all disappear, but I just stand there, blinking.

Enzo wraps his arms around me from behind, but I still don’t move, don’t look away.

“You’re not going to accomplish much by standing here, wife.”

“What…”

Rather than turning my body to face his, he comes to stand in front of me, pulling my hair over my shoulders and rubbing a thick curl between his fingers. He tips his head. “I took something from you and it’s time I give it back. It’s time the world knows what I’ve known for a long time.”

“That you’re mine,” I breathe, the thought leaving me before I even realize I’ve thought it at all.

His eyes flare, possessiveness rolling off him in waves at my words. “Exactly. Time to show them all there is no me without you, no you without me.Weare Fikiles. Now, get out there. Pick a dress. A flower. A cake. Pick them all for all I fucking care.”

My body starts to tremble, an electric energy coursing through me instantly, making my heart pound with excitement. “A wedding.”

“Our wedding. Tomorrow.”

I squeal, then freeze, eyes going wide. “Tomorrow?!”

Enzo chuckles, swatting my ass. “Better hurry, Little Bride. The clock is ticking, and I’m done waiting.”

My teeth sink into my inner cheek, and I surge onto my toes, pressing a hard kiss to his lips.

“Go.”

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