Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
He stares at me for several long seconds, then his hand wraps around the back of my neck, drawing me in. This kiss is slow, tender, and not like one we’ve shared before. It’s heavier. More profound.
It shreds my heart open, bleeds it dry, then sews it back up, leaving his soul trapped on the inside.
Our eyes lock and he grinds me into him, his words a caressing command. “Dance for me, Little Bride. Make me come. Force me to fill your pretty little cunt.”
A shuttered breath slips past my lips and I don’t wait for further instructions.
My hips roll, slow, then faster, up, down, left, right, a perfect rhythm, then no rhythm at all as I flail wildly, head tossed back and mouth agape.
The sounds that fill the orchards are filthy, not only ours, and pure fucking ecstasy.
“I’m going to come already,” I tell him.
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 he needs.
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.
“And Katana?”
“You’ll continue to prepare her, and in a month’s time, she’ll be present at the Greyson Gala as Katana Fikile…Damiano at her side.”
My head lifts at that, eyes bugging. “What?”
“I’ve hired him as her official guard. Undercover guard, but guard, nevertheless.”
“And my sister? What did you tell her to get her to release her top guy?”
“Nothing. I asked for permission to speak to him out of respect, was quite convincing in the conversation, and as of his arrival at the winery today, he is now my employee, not hers. His loyalty is mine, and should he fail or defy me, his life will be too.”
I nod, but then his words replay in my mind. “Wait, so if he’s her guard, but no one is supposed to know he’s her guard, how exactly are they going to go about that?”
Enzo smirks, a mischievous look in his eye.
“Enzo, what did you do?”
My husband smiles, pulls me onto his lap, and the sound of his zipper sliding down fills the space. “You’ll find out soon enough, Little Bride. Until then…”
Enzo takes my lips, and all other thoughts leave me.
It’s just me and him now.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
Always.