Page 72 of The Captive's Curse
“Where were you?” I gasped, as he yanked up the hem of my shirt, mouthing over my lower abdomen while I squirmed beneath him. “I thought you’d come for me!”
“I didn’t want to interrupt your time with your mother. But if you’d been one more day, I would have,” he said, and bit down.
I arched up, staring at the perfect cloudless sky, crying out to it with no care at all for the birds who’d have to listen to me.
He’d started to busy himself with my trouser buttons, but I gathered my wits enough to bat his hands away. “I’ll do it, you’ll only ruin them again, and I refuse to ride into the courtyard with my pants falling off!”
“I could wrap you in my cloak.” Enzo lifted his head and grinned at me wickedly. “They all knew I was riding out to fuck you in the woods anyway, it’s not like they’re stupid.”
Oh, the hell he had! I shoved up on my elbows, forcing Enzo to lift his head or be smothered.
“You rode out to—Enzo! How long were you watching me go back and forth?”
His grin went a bit sheepish, but his eyes danced. “Long enough. I intervened once you started complaining to your horse, though, so it’s not like—Cyril, fuck!”
He dissolved into laughter as I flung myself forward, tackling him into the grass, ripping up clumps of it and rubbing it into his hair.
A sharp slap to my ass made me yelp, a shock running up and down my spine and lodging…lower. I sat up, straddling his hips, and glared down at him.
“Keep that up with the grass and you’ll get more of the same,” Enzo said, somehow almost looking threatening despite the clod of dirt clinging to his ear. “You know I will.”
Oh, I did know, and I’d wondered if that had been an impulse born of overwhelming frustration on that one occasion, or if it was something I’d need to expect from time to time when I’d been particularly trying. I couldn’t help the way my gaze flicked to the weeds by his shoulder. One more handful in his hair, and…
“Oh,” I moaned, as he caught me around the waist, clamping me to his chest with one strong arm, while his right hand came down again with a smarting slap. “I didn’t,” I gasped. “I stopped!”
“Matter of principle, because you were thinking about it,” Enzo growled in my ear, and spanked me again, harder and lighter, back and forth, as I writhed on top of him, his cock digging into my stomach and mine frantically rutting against his thigh. “And besides, I want to.”
By the time he rolled us over and laid me out in the grass, I’d stopped struggling, every muscle in my body quivering like jelly. He tugged my trousers over my glowing cheeks and my straining erection, pulling them down until they tangled around my ankles, lifting my legs up, and then—two more sharp smacks, this time on bare skin, each one drawing out an even sharper cry.
He let my legs drop and pulled off the trousers along with my stockings and boots, tossing the bundle aside. Enzo smoothed his hands up my bare legs, tickling the backs of my knees, and pressed my thighs wide open, gazing down at me as he knelt between them.
“I love you,” he said, as he slid two fingers into my crease, rubbing them back and forth in the wetness there and then dipping his fingertips into my hole. “I truly, absolutely fucking love you. Now tell me you love me too.”
I blinked, nothing in my field of vision but Enzo and dappled sunlight through the trees, the world reduced to my lover bending down, positioning himself between my legs, hishands and his voice and now the pressure of his thick cockhead pushing into my body.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Enzo leaned forward, gazing at me intently, a few inches of his cock stretching me open. “Even though I spanked your pretty ass, and now I’m fucking you on the ground and ruining your clothes?”
“You’ll buy me—oh, gods, Enzo—new ones,” I panted, as he thrust the rest of the way in, his cock driving deep. “You’re a wealthy lord now. I expect to be kept—fuck, Enzo, please—in the style I’m accustomed to.”
“Accustom yourself to this, if you please,” he said, but his smile gave him away. He wrapped his hands around my hips, and pulled me half into his lap and onto his cock, impaling me on every thick inch of him.
I spent all over the hem of my very, very ruined shirt as Enzo filled me to the brim, fingers digging into my skin and leaving more marks of his possession. He leaned down and propped himself on his elbows, nuzzling my temple, cock still buried in me. I wriggled slightly, loving the way he felt holding me open like that, all thick and heavy, my slickness and his come kept inside.
“I might get used to that eventually,” I mumbled into his hair. Mmm. Honestly, I might take a nap. He could pull out and cover me up with his coat at his leisure. “But you really do owe me another pair of pants. And a shirt.”
He kissed me behind my ear. “I thought I mentioned that I’d be doing anything you wanted for the rest of my life. Oh, speaking of, I have something for you.”
He pushed up on one hand, reaching down into his trouser pocket with the other, kneeling up enough that his cock pulled partway out of me. Damn it. But it probably wouldn’t take him more than a few minutes to…he drove my burgeoningfantasy out of my mind when his hand appeared again in front of my face, a familiar antique silver ring held between his thumb and forefinger.
“You wanted me to get rid of my asshole ancestor,” he said. “I can’t do that without breaking the curse. But if you wear this, he’ll leave you alone.” His voice went all low and rumbly the way it did when he was confessing something he’d rather not. “I was bringing this for you when I came to you at Montefime the second time. I was going to ask you to come home with me. And I hoped you’d be more tempted if you knew you wouldn’t be bothered by Vincenzo’s ghost.”
Perhaps I hadn’t gained much from my extensive experience with men, but I had learned to detect when one of them wasn’t telling me the truth.
“That’s his wife’s ring, isn’t it?” I asked. “Your however-many-greats grandmother. Her wedding ring. And you wanted me to wear it? When I could’ve simply avoided that part of the castle when you weren’t with me?”
Enzo couldn’t seem to meet my eyes, his expression gone all tense and shifty. No, that wasn’t the face of a man being forthright.
