Page 54 of The Forbidden Husband

“When I tell you to do something, you say ‘yes, sir,’ and you do it.”

OhGod.

“And what if I don’t?” I teased.

He tugged on my hair again, and the slight tinge of pain shot through me and sharpened the pleasure in my core. “You want me to punish you?” he asked.

I could see in his eyes that he wanted to do that, and I had a feeling I would like whatever cruel kind of discipline he offered. Maybe one day, I would let him “punish” me. I had a feeling I would fall apart beneath his ministrations but for now…

“I want you to do your worst.” I paused and bit my lip. “Sir.”

The sound that reverberated through his chest shook me to my core. In less than two seconds, he pulled out of me, and the warmth of his body left mine. I gasped as he grabbed one of my ankles and expertly flipped me onto my stomach.

“Crawl to the top of the bed.”

His voice was predatory and so demanding. I didn’t hesitate before following his instructions.

“Hold the headboard.”

I placed both hands on the headboard and looked over my shoulder. He prowled toward me with a wicked grin on his face. I trembled at the thought of him entering me again.

“Ass up, Aria.”

Without a second thought, I did exactly as he demanded, arching my back and offering every ounce of myself to the God of a man behind me. I shouted as he thrust into me, simultaneously gripping my hair and rubbing a finger against my clitoris in harsh circles that had me shouting.

Stars erupted behind my vision as I came hard. Every piece of me convulsed and realigned, just in time for me to become a shaking mess. But he didn’t stop. He continued on, working me harder than I thought possible.

“Oh my God,” I cried as his hand tightened almost unbearably in my hair.

But the sensations—all the touches and unfettered caresses of his fingers—destroyed me. I had never considered there was such a thing as too much pleasure, but he pushed every one of my limits as he pounded into me with a force I couldn’t imagine taking.

Yet my body knew what it was doing, and I felt the beginning of another climax coming. Enzo didn’t slow. He didn’t faulter as it came crashing through me, bringing up a noise that had never left my body in the past. A feral cry that had him groaning my name behind me.

“Aria,” he shouted, pounding into me one last time.

His fingers stopped, and I found myself breathing so erratically I had to rest my head on my arm. My fingers had left indents in the fabric headboard, and it took me a long moment to find a single word or thought.

I loved him. I loved him so fucking much, and I couldn’t keep something as important as the truth from him. Not anymore.

He pulled me back into his chest and lay down across the bed and the silk duvet. He pulled a thin blanket from the foot of the bed to spread over us, and I found myself entirely relaxing in his grasp.

He rested a single small kiss on my temple as he held me.

“Tomorrow,” I whispered through a hoarse voice. “Tomorrow, we need to talk about everything.”

Tomorrow, I would tell himeverything.

Chapter Nineteen

Enzo Rissi

I came out of the haze of a deep, uninterrupted sleep to my phone buzzing on the bedside table. I sucked in a deep breath as I found Aria’s head resting on my shoulder, hair spread across the entire expanse of my chest. Her soft snores had me smiling down at her as I slowly slid out from beneath her. When her head rested on the pillow, she adjusted, snores cutting off for just a moment before they returned.

I looked down at her for another moment before grabbing my phone and clothes from the floor before striding across the room and out the door.

On one of the final rings, I answered as I tugged up my pants.

“What the fuck is so important that you’re calling me right now?” I snarled into the line.

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