Page 163 of Bad Little Bride

Enzo growls, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him.

I press down on his cock and his nostrils flare, but he latches a long arm around me, forcing me still.

I whine, a frown building, and he smirks, sweat dripping down his temples as he frees my face, pinching at my nipples.

“Please,” I beg.

“Tell me,” he demands.

My brow furrows, my pussy aching to the point of pain. “I need to come.”

“You will come when I say, baby.” His words are a cruel warning but delivered like a sinful stroke, and I clench around him, pussy spasming, daring to come without permission. “Don’t even think about it…”

I clamp my teeth tight, fingernails digging into his neck.

“Tell.” He flicks his tongue over the right side of my mouth. “Me.” He bites at the left.

“I don’t?—”

“Yes. You do.” He takes my lips with his and I eagerly spear his tongue with mine, my entire body shaking. “Tell me and you can come all over my cock and I’ll come for you too. I’ll fill you, pretty girl. Drip down your legs as I carry you inside afterward. Just say it, baby…please.”

Please.

It’s the please, spoken so low I almost miss it, that has a little fog clearing from my mind.

My eyes lock onto his gorgeous hazel ones and suddenly it makes sense. I know what he’s asking for. What he wants.

No.

What heneeds.

I take his face in my palms, sliding my thumbs over his lips, and moan when his tongue touches the tips.

“My heart beats for you, Enzo Fikile.” His eyes flare, his cock swelling, and I lean in closer, my lips pressed to his. “I fucking love you, so come for me,husband. Right now.”

He groans, growls, and then he flips me over, hauls me up on my knees, and goes fucking wild.

I’m coming on the second thrust…and then again fifteen seconds later.

He grips my hair and tugs until my head is stretched back, his eyes on mine from upside down.

“What did I tell you, baby?” He smiles and it’s blinding. “You were going to love me either way.”

I’ve never been so happy to be wrong in my life.

After several minutes, and several happy endings if based on the sounds around us alone, Enzo drapes his jacket over my shoulders before gathering me in his arms and heads for the building, straight out front where several of our guards stand around our vehicles.

He eases me inside one and we make the ride home.

“So, everyone knows we’re officially married.” I smile sleepily, curled up in his lap. “Now what?”

“Now we prepare.”

“For what?”

“Taking over the world.”

I chuckle lightly, and Enzo’s chest shakes with his own.

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