Page 141 of Dangerous King
"How mad do you think our mothers and sisters would be if I carried you upstairs, now?" Enrico asks against my ear.
A delicious shudder moves through me, "Furious."
"Hmm," he nibbles at my throat, sending heat through me. "It'd be worth it though."
Slowly, he takes a step forward, forcing me to take one back. My head is already getting dizzy from his breath into my ear, the warmth of his breath, and the way he nibbles at the tender skin by my throat now.
"Probably," I agree, taking another step back, wondering where he is leading me.
He puts a hand against my belly, "I want to put a baby in there."
Ah shit, my knees turn wobbly. "Maybe you already have." I retort, but my words come out too wavering to be teasing. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, but I'm ready to submit myself to whatever happens. I would love to spend some time with Enrico alone for a while, but I also want a baby with him. I don't care if I'm too young. With Enrico, we have all the resources we need, and I know the baby will be loved. So I'll leave it up to fate and nature, I guess.
"Hmm, maybe. Can't hurt to make sure."
"No, it can't," I agree.
"Enrico? Catalina?" Eliza's voice is sharp, but before I can comprehend anything, Enrico pulls me down a hallway. "I could have sworn they were here…" Eliza's words drift off as Enrico keeps pulling me deeper down the hallway.
A giggle escapes me, and he puts his hand over my mouth, "Shh, she has ears like an eagle."
That only makes me giggle harder, and by the time Enrico opens a door to one of the many rooms in the mansion, he's chuckling too. "I feel like a teenager, not a man wanting to fuck his fiancée."
He engages the lock to the guest bedroom and turns around. My breath catches. Can this man be any hotter? His eyes are smoldering black coals that burn into me as he ever so slowly steps forward to me.
"This is going to be fast and rough," he promises.
I swallow, "I like… fast and rough," I confess, while taking an involuntary step back. He smirks. Stops. And crooks his finger at me.
And God help me, my panties are drenched instantly.
Shit, why is this so hot?
The devil rides me, and I take another step back instead of coming to him.
His smirk deepens, and he tilts his head, silently asking,Are you sure you want to play it like this?
He stalks after me. Two steps to every one of mine. I circle the bed, hand behind my back like a cartoon villainess, and he's on the other side, that vein on the side of his neck starting to show—just enough threat to make me shiver.
"Is this a chase, Gattina?" he murmurs, his voice sounding like pure velvet. "Don't you know what happens when a cat runs from a wolf?"
I shake my head, wide-eyed and breathless. Because, Dio mio, no, but
holy hell, I want to find out.
He lunges, just enough to make me squeal and break left. But he's faster, his body a taut, elegant whip, and I'm trapped between the corner post of the bed and his arm caging me in.
"This," he growls into my ear, "is how you end up when you tease me." He's hard and thick against my hip, and I can't help but squirm. His palm skates up, taking my skirt with it, and his blunt fingers dig into my trembling skin.
"Is this what you want, sweetheart? You want to be ruined against these bedsheets before dinner? Or should I take you standing, right here?"
Fingers hook in the waistband of my panties, and he yanks them down in one swift, businesslike move, then pins my wrists against the cool wood of the bedpost. I gasp, a visceral shudder, and he nips my shoulder hard enough to sting.
"You're such a good girl for me," he taunts, tongue flicking over the mark he just made.
My knees are jelly, but he holds me up in a grip that says I belong to him. He keeps my arms pinned up against the bedpost, and I'm powerless against his brutal strength. Not that I want to resist. Every part of me aches for his touch. Even more, I long to find out where this goes. With his free hand, he cups my breast through the blouse, before growling, "This won't do."
Without much effort, he rips the blouse apart, buttons jump every which way, pinging against the hardwood floor. Shit, my breath comes out ragged, my skin burns. He pulls first my right breast, then my left from their cups, not bothering to take the bra off. My nipples are already stiff, announcing how ready I am for him.
