Page 88 of Bad Little Bride

Those tiny hands shoot to my shoulders, gripping me, nails digging in through my jacket, and I have the urge to shred it from my body, wanting to feel her tear at my skin, that burn that only she could create that starts at my back and zips down to my cock.

“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I moan against her, sucking her clit like a madman, my finger leaving her ass and moving forward. “I’m going to feel your insides now.” That’s the only warning I give, sliding two fingers into her, slow and fucking steady.

My cock twitches instantly, her pussy walls clamping down the second I’ve entered.

“You’re soaking wet,” I tell her. “Dripping down my hand already like such a good little bride, but we both know you’re not good, are you? No, you’re a bad, bad little brat.”

“Fuck,” she rattles, head thrown back, hips pushing down into my hand as she tries to fuck it faster.

Using my other hand, I shove her hips into the window, locking her in place.

Her head snaps down, fire in those green fucking gems of eyes, and I lean back, smirk slowly spreading. Her eyes fall to my mouth, to the mess she’s made of it, and her eyelashes flutter at the sight.

Slowly, I thrust into her pussy again, so fucking slow, in and out, and I don’t speed up the slightest.

“You’re a dick.”

“And you’re going to wish you knew what a slow build felt like when I’m done with you.” I keep our gazes locked, leaningin and sweeping my tongue across her. “This way, when your orgasm hits, you’ll have no idea it was coming, but when it does…you will come so hard and fast, and all that tension in your body will disappear. You’ll be putty in my arms, just the way I want you.”

I lick across her again, the sound of her arousal as my fingers disappear inside her the only thing to be heard.

Her lips clamp tight, nostrils flaring.

“Do you like the sight of me between your legs?” I taunt, and I expect her to snap back, but she doesn’t.

Her lips part and she moans, eyes locked on me as the sweet fucking sound slips free and finally, her hands drive into my hair. They dig in, her head falling to the wall, eyes clamping closed as her fingers grip what she can of my hair, pushing me into her pussy with all her might.

She starts to shake, every inch of her trembling, and I groan into her, her moans following, quickening by the second.

My pulse accelerates and I tear out of her, shooting to my feet with a growl and hauling her from hers.

She squeals, growls back, but then I slam her into the window again, sliding her up it, and when she’s high enough, she knows what to do, her legs clamp around my shoulders, and I wrap my hands around them, palming her thighs as I dive my face back between her pussy lips.

I don’t suck her clit, I attack it. Beating it with my tongue and lips, and when her entire body locks, her moan so fucking loud there is no way the guards outside miss it, I bite.

She screams, the sound echoing around us, and I feel precum leaking from my cock.

My eyes fly up, locking on her face.

It’s wound tight, a frown along her brow and her teeth sinking into her lip, biting down so hard I spot the little tear ofskin there. Slowly, I lower her from my shoulders, but I don’t let her go.

I cradle her to my body, pushing her head against my chest, and she doesn’t fight me.

She goes completely limp, letting me lead her where I may.

This right here, this is the first time I’ve gotten to hold her in my arms.

I’ve waited for this, and when she mumbles, “So much better than in the book,” my chest swells with pride.

I make it to the entrance of our room before I remember why I was so pissed off at her during dinner tonight. My fingers curl a little tighter around her, holding her to me even closer, and I swallow the sigh that threatens to slip when hers fans across my neck.

She only just caved to this impervious pull between us.

It’s too bad I have to go and piss her off again…

Boston

I haveno idea if I was just laid onto the bed or if I’m just waking from it. All I know is when my eyes open, the blankets are kicked around my feet and I’m in the center of it, Enzo standing at the edge, staring down at me. My dress is still on, panties too for that matter, but he’s looking at me like he has X-ray vision, as if I’m laid out before him in absolutely nothing, unmistakable yearning burning in his eyes.

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