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)
They both stare at me, and Mino only moves when Enzo nods his chin, and I follow him with my eyes until he’s just too far to my upper left that I’d have to arch my back to look at him. I won’t give them the satisfaction of that, though.
A drawer opens and something clunks at the desktop beside me, but I don’t look. I keep my gaze locked on my husband’s. I’m as stoic as ever but that swiftly changes when he does what I never would have expected.
He lifts a knee to the desk and crawls on top until he’s hovering over me. His lips come down on mine, but he doesn’t kiss, rather sliding his mouth along mine until he’s dipping into my neck, where he nips at me.
My nostrils flare with a sharp inhale and Enzo keeps going, lips gliding across my skin until they meet my left hand. He bites along my ring finger before taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my skin and I tug on the handcuff a little, so he presses firmly against my forearm, forcing me still. Finally, he pops free and when his chest leaves my view—his face, now front and center—he pulls his lips back, revealing my ring sitting there, right between his teeth.
My eyes narrow, and he drops the diamond to my chest, tucking it into my bra right where it presses to my breastbone.
“Still no words for me, Little Bride?” he murmurs, running his nose along mine and making me want to stab him. “No questions? No threats?”
My response is to flick my tongue out, licking across his lips.
It works like a charm.
Enzo snaps, catching it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, his lips coming down on mine with angry, electric energy. His kiss is full of possession and an unspoken warning. I’m to behave in this moment because one way or another, he is getting what he wants today. Right now.
I just wish I had a single fucking clue what that was.
Enzo
If I could strangle her with my tongue, I might be tempted to do just that right now I’m so fucking pissed. Enraged.
I take it out on her mouth, pressing hard against her, biting and sucking and punishing.
I flick my wrist at Mino and I hear him get moving.
We don’t have to talk about what I’m expecting. My earlier question and taking her ring off with my teeth were enough for him to get the idea.
My wife rips away from my mouth, head yanking in his direction, green gaze narrowing as he preps her pretty little finger, but I take her chin between my own, forcing her attention back where it belongs. On me.
“You fucked up today, wife.” My fingers skim along her jaw, skating down her neck before I take it in my palm. “Got drunk. Left. Got in the car with someone who wasn’t your guard.”
“You’re just mad they got the jump on your men,” she sasses, brow popped high. “How’d they do it, by the way? I imagine the real guard is still alive and breathing somewhere?”
Mino scoffs and her head jerks in his direction, but my hold on her is still stiff as stone.
Her eyes narrow and I glare right back.
“You really think the man who put my wife at risk would get to simply walk away?”
“You really think you cannot come home and not tell me about it?”
My cock twitches.
She doesn’t care about the man in my cellar or the plans I have for him.
No, my little bride has a one-track mind at the moment.
“You’ve had your caramel, hot and ready each morning, have you not?”
Her features only harden more.
“I warned you, baby. Disappointment more than not, remember?”
“I’m not okay with that.”
I run my nose along the column of her throat, whispering against her. “And what would my wife have me do, hmm?”
“Take me with you.”
“Too dangerous.”
“I can handle it.”
“I have no doubt.” I use my teeth next. “Fact still remains.”
“So, is this your plan, then? Tie me up and tell me no?”
“You’re cuffed not tied, but I won’t be telling you no. Not right now anyway.”
She arches up, bumping her torso hard against me as she tears her head away from my lips, but I’ve still got her by the throat, and I smile when her little growl vibrates against my palm.
“What are we doing here, Enzo? Are you torturing me? Punishing me? Fucking me? Whatever it is, can we get on with it already?” She huffs, flicking her eyes upward. “I’m getting bored.”
Mino chuckles and then a soft thrumming sounds once, twice. I hold her head still, glancing over to meet his gaze. He gives a curt nod and I look down at my bride.
My wife.
“My queen,” I whisper.
She stares at me with her brows drawn tight, dying to know what the hell is going on but refusing to ask if only to be ignored again.