Page 161 of Bad Little Bride

“You may kiss the bride.”

Enzo needs no other instructions, having broken the rules and kissed me the second I reached him as it was, and takes my face in his large, rough palms.

He doesn’t just kiss me. He eats me alive with his tongue and when he shows no signs of letting up, I shove him back with a hard push to the chest.

He growls, prowling for me once more, but I dodge his efforts, jolting back several steps until he rumbles my name in warning, but I smile at my husband.

Before he can come any closer, my sister, Delta, and Katana build a wall in front of him, and he glares from them to me. “Little Bride…” It’s a full-blown warning, and a throaty laugh escapes.

The small crowd we were left with watches as I inch backward, farther and farther until I’m at the very start of the aisle, my husband staring at me with heated, liquid eyes from where I left him at the altar.

“You told me you’d find me no matter what, chase me to the ends of the earth, that I couldn’t hide from you.”

Those dark eyes narrow, taking on an entirely new color when one by one, blondes appear at my sides. They come from the left, the right, and from behind until there’s a full three dozen of us standing in a giant triangle with me at its point. Each and every one is dressed in an identical black gown with veils to match.

Enzo’s teeth sink into his lower lip and heat curls in my stomach.

I lift my hand into the air, and all together, we pull a black bandana from our sleeves, slowly tying the soft item so it’s slung low over our noses.

Enzo chuckles, but it’s dark and dirty, and when his tongue glides across his lower lip, I want to forget all the fun and hop on him right here and now.

“Catch me if you can, husband.” I smile wide, not that he can see it. “On three,” I warn, slipping farther into the mass of doppelgangers until I’m fully out of sight, buried in the mass of my look-alikes—girls from Greyson Prep eager to play a little game at Rocklin’s request. “One!” I start counting.

“Three!” he shouts back, and then cuts to the right in a full sprint.

Dozens of squeals fill the air, and we all start running, blonde after blonde darting in every direction, and my husband?

He gives chase.

If there is one thing I know for certain about Enzo Fikile, it’s that he won’t stop until he has me right where he wants me.

Locked tight in his possessive grip.

Holding my dress up, I run left, then shift into the middle of a pile of girls just before we break farther apart, several of us going forward, straight into the orchard.

It’s after midnight. The sky is dark, the moon blocked by a bed of clouds, giving us an even better cover than I could have asked for.

I run for a few minutes, curving right, and press my back to a thick tree trunk. My head falls against it and I smile at the giggly screams that echo through the trees, letting me know Enzo is picking them off one by one.

It’s going to be a while before he makes his way over?—

A hand is slammed over my mouth and I attempt to scream, my body going rigid for a moment before I’m pushed forward, then yanked back into a large, firm chest.

“Mine.” His husky, hissed whisper is like a fucking heat wave, blistering and relentless as it scorches not only the spot it touches, but runs like molten lava down every inch of my skin.

His hand leaves my mouth, dropping to cup my pussy through my dress, and my head falls against his shoulder. His chin nudges my head, and it lolls to the side, his lips instantly closing over my neck. He sucks hard, so hard that I gasp and his chest rumbles against my back at the sound. “You’re a bad girl, Little Bride.”

“Is Daddy going to punish me now?” I tease, moaning when he rubs me over my dress.

“Mm.” He licks from my neck to my collarbone. “No. I think you’d like that too much, wouldn’t you, baby?”

“This feels like a trick question.”

He chuckles, biting into my shoulder.

So, he’s in a bite and claim sort of mood.

I am so here for that.

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