“Undo my pants and take me out. Don’t linger.” Althea fumbles with my belt, then slowly unzips my pants, taking her time as she goes. The little witch knows what she’s doing, and I grip her hair, pulling her head back, gripping her throat with my other hand, then I bend and bite down hard on her bottom lip.
“Stop fucking around, or I’ll stop everything and let you wallow with your thoughts alone for the night.” Her eyes widen with a hint of fear. Whatever this guilt is that she’s battling, whatever the hurts or fears, she doesn’t trust herself alone with them.
That’s all right. Althea is mine, which makes her demons mine to slay. And once I do, her heart will beat for me the same way mine beats for her.
Fuck, I do love her.
I lick away the sting of my bite on her lip and follow the trail of her tear with my tongue. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“That’s it, baby. Relax. Trust me to take care of you.” Althea gives the slightest of nods and brings her face back to meet my cock. “Open your mouth and take me inside.”
My own head is thrown back as I take a moment to stare at the ceiling and gather myself. Her mouth feels like fucking heaven. Warm. Wet. Perfect.Mine.
“Put your hands on my thighs and don’t move them. I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth and you’re going to swallow me down like my good little whore, aren’t you, baby?” She nods as much as she can with her mouth full of my cock.
I don’t give any more warning and begin slowly fucking her mouth. “Keep doing that thing with your tongue. Yeah, just like that,” I praise.
A low growl rumbles from deep in my chest when her hand grips my balls, and a shiver runs up my spine. My cock twitches as I pour myself down her throat. Althea swallows every drop, then pulls herself off my cock and licks her mouth clean, preening like the naughty little devil that she is.
I lean down, getting almost nose to nose with her now, and grunt, “You’re going to pay for that.”
27
ALTHEA
Enzo spent the rest of the night fucking me every which way from Sunday, wringing out orgasm after orgasm until I was a complete and utter rag doll. The way he manhandled me and smacked my ass, never letting me have control for a second, it was exactly what I needed. We didn’t even leave the house to join his family for dinner. He sent a text telling them we were jet lagged and needed rest. Though I seriously doubt anyone believed his bullshit.
I’ve been lying here next to him. My hands are still tied in front of me, while Enzo’s chest is pushed up against my back and his cock is nestled between my ass cheeks. His arms are banded around me, making me the little spoon to his large one. As if he wanted to make certain I wouldn’t try to escape, his left leg is wrapped over the top of mine. He’s heavy, imposing, and radiates heat. Yet, I find myself sinking further into his embrace and the safety and comfort it makes me feel.
There’s a part of me that is terrified to allow myself to enjoy this feeling. I’ve neverneededto feel safe with a man, never thought I deserved to be protected. It’s why I keep my walls up. But something about being in Enzo’s arms makesme comfortable enough to let down my guard. Not only am I comfortable with it—Iwantto do it.
But will this be enough?
I’m not sure.
I know I like waking up next to him, and I definitely love the way he knows how to make my body sing his praises while stars dance behind my eyes with each hard-felt orgasm. If I’m his devil, he is my god. No one has ever been able to do what he does to my body. The level of subspace he can bring me to is something I’ve never experienced.
After how overwhelmed and broken I felt yesterday, I expected to wake up with the weight of my emotions slamming back into me this morning. Learning about my brother’s abuse and then finding out the lengths Enzo had to go as a child to save himself and his sister … I don’t know. It all just became too much to process.
Enzo took it all away. He let me float above the problems and release the tension into the atmosphere while he took the weight of everything for me. I can’t explain it. I don’t know that I want to try. But the question is, will the connection we have between us be enough to make a marriage work? Maybe I should ask him what he thinks. If he sees a timeline in our future for the marriage to be annulled.
I’m not letting you go.
His words from yesterday draw a shiver up my spine.
But did he mean it?
“You’re thinking too loudly,” his gruff voice says in my ear. With his left leg, he rolls me over, placing himself on top of me, and his cock teasing my entrance.
“Well, good morning to you too,” I tease.
“Mmm. Almost.” Enzo’s head disappears under the blankets, and suddenly I feel his wet tongue licking my clit. My back arches at the intrusive way he pushes his two fingers inside ofme and begins pumping relentlessly while sucking on my clit. He alternates between rough and slow, and …
“Fuck. I’m going to …” He stops licking, pulls his fingers free, then sits up and slams his cock all the way to the hilt, sending me over the edge. Enzo thrusts his hips, hitching my knee up over his arm to get a deeper angle. I’m coming down from my orgasm when his lips find mine in a rough, unapologetic kiss. No, not a kiss—it’s a brand. A claim of sorts.
I taste myself on his tongue and lose myself in the feel of his fingers pinching my nipple as I crash over the edge again, this time with him spilling himself inside me.
A few minutes later, we’re a sweaty, tangled mess. With my breathing finally leveling out, I reach my hands up and ask, “Can you take these off now, please?”
