It’s time for aftercare.
Not food. Not water. Not yet.
She doesn’t need sustenance.
She needs me.
I roll her onto her stomach, remove the restraints, massage her wrists gently. Then I spread her legs and press my lips to the curve of her ass.
“Forgive me,” I murmur. “I was too rough.”
I clean her with my mouth, slow and thorough, until her moans soften into dazed sounds.
“You are the altar I kneel before,” I whisper. “The fire that consumes me.”
Finally, I pull back and gather her into my arms.
“Give me your phone.”
Too sex-dazed to argue, she hands it over.
I find Luke’s name.
One tap. Blocked.
“No more of this prick,” I say quietly. “Just us.”
She stirs, protests weakly. “Enzo… Luke was just—he didn’t mean—”
I hush her with a finger to her lips.
“Shh, my angel.”
I nuzzle her neck.
“I’m never leaving you. Not for a second. But I’m never letting you leave either. Or seek out another man again.”
I hold her tighter.
“This bed. This house. My arms—they’re your world now.”
A pause.
“Just like you’re my entire universe.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Mila
Ihave Enzo exactly where I want him. But not in the way men usually end up when they’re pussy-whipped—obedient, dimmed. No.
He’s still Enzo. Still dangerous.
He’s just pointed entirely at me.
Somewhere along the way, I started to trust him. Because he keeps showing up, keeps staying, keeps choosing me—even when I make it difficult.
And the love I buried so deep I thought it had fossilized—
