Bad Little Bride

“You may kiss the bride.”

Enzo needs no other instructions, having broken the rules and kissed me the second I reached him as it was, and takes my face in his large, rough palms.

He doesn’t just kiss me. He eats me alive with his tongue and when he shows no signs of letting up, I shove him back with a hard push to the chest.

He growls, prowling for me once more, but I dodge his efforts, jolting back several steps until he rumbles my name in warning, but I smile at my husband.

Before he can come any closer, my sister, Delta, and Katana build a wall in front of him, and he glares from them to me. “Little Bride…” It’s a full-blown warning, and a throaty laugh escapes.

The small crowd we were left with watches as I inch backward, farther and farther until I’m at the very start of the aisle, my husband staring at me with heated, liquid eyes from where I left him at the altar.

“You told me you’d find me no matter what, chase me to the ends of the earth, that I couldn’t hide from you.”

Those dark eyes narrow, taking on an entirely new color when one by one, blondes appear at my sides. They come from the left, the right, and from behind until there’s a full three dozen of us standing in a giant triangle with me at its point. Each and every one is dressed in an identical black gown with veils to match.

Enzo’s teeth sink into his lower lip and heat curls in my stomach.

I lift my hand into the air, and all together, we pull a black bandana from our sleeves, slowly tying the soft item so it’s slung low over our noses.

Enzo chuckles, but it’s dark and dirty, and when his tongue glides across his lower lip, I want to forget all the fun and hop on him right here and now.

“Catch me if you can, husband.” I smile wide, not that he can see it. “On three,” I warn, slipping farther into the mass of doppelgangers until I’m fully out of sight, buried in the mass of my look-alikes—girls from Greyson Prep eager to play a little game at Rocklin’s request. “One!” I start counting.

“Three!” he shouts back, and then cuts to the right in a full sprint.

Dozens of squeals fill the air, and we all start running, blonde after blonde darting in every direction, and my husband?

He gives chase.

If there is one thing I know for certain about Enzo Fikile, it’s that he won’t stop until he has me right where he wants me.

Locked tight in his possessive grip.

Holding my dress up, I run left, then shift into the middle of a pile of girls just before we break farther apart, several of us going forward, straight into the orchard.

It’s after midnight. The sky is dark, the moon blocked by a bed of clouds, giving us an even better cover than I could have asked for.

I run for a few minutes, curving right, and press my back to a thick tree trunk. My head falls against it and I smile at the giggly screams that echo through the trees, letting me know Enzo is picking them off one by one.

It’s going to be a while before he makes his way over⁠—

A hand is slammed over my mouth and I attempt to scream, my body going rigid for a moment before I’m pushed forward, then yanked back into a large, firm chest.

“Mine.” His husky, hissed whisper is like a fucking heat wave, blistering and relentless as it scorches not only the spot it touches, but runs like molten lava down every inch of my skin.

His hand leaves my mouth, dropping to cup my pussy through my dress, and my head falls against his shoulder. His chin nudges my head, and it lolls to the side, his lips instantly closing over my neck. He sucks hard, so hard that I gasp and his chest rumbles against my back at the sound. “You’re a bad girl, Little Bride.”

“Is Daddy going to punish me now?” I tease, moaning when he rubs me over my dress.

“Mm.” He licks from my neck to my collarbone. “No. I think you’d like that too much, wouldn’t you, baby?”

“This feels like a trick question.”

He chuckles, biting into my shoulder.

So, he’s in a bite and claim sort of mood.

I am so here for that.

“Stay still, baby,” he demands, and then his knife—scratch that—my knife that he must have slid from my top without my notice, is plunged between my breasts. He isn’t carful or gentle, but hardly yanks it downward until my entire dress is slit open. He spins me and takes a look, groaning in appreciation. “No panties. Perfect.” He shoves the dress down my shoulders, and it falls like a coat at our feet, the cool night air blasting across my fevered skin. He throws the blade, rough hands folding around the backs of my thighs, and hauls me up.

My legs weave around him, and he spins, pressing my back into the tree. His mouth falls on mine instantly, vicious, hungry sounds reverberating in his throat as he fucks my mouth, grinding his cock against my pussy. His cock he freed at some point.

It’s hot and swollen, throbbing against me.

“I want you inside me,” I whine. “Please, baby.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he rasps, licking and kissing and sucking my lips, my neck, and throat.

A throaty laugh leaves me, and I roll against him.

His hand creates the perfect choker, and he uses his hold to pin me against the tree, bending to take my nipple between his teeth, and I swear I could come like this.

More squeals and giggles fill the air, and I tense slightly.

Enzo chuckles, scraping his teeth over the sensitive nub of my left, then right breast. “Mino, Dom, and a few of the guards are having some fun with your look-alikes. It was only fair to share.”

“And if they catch them?”

“When they catch them…they’ll do exactly what I’m doing now, assuming the ones they find are getting off on this little game as much as they are. As much as I am.”

“So, it’s about to be one big-ass orgy out here?” I moan, biting into my lip when he tugs at my nipple, sucking my flesh once more.

“If we’re lucky.” Enzo shifts his hip, and then his cock is slamming up into me, filling me to the hilt with one brutal, beautiful push.

We moan together, and I wait for more. For the merciless pounding I’m desperate for, but he holds still, not moving a single inch, just standing there, buried inside me.

Slowly, he spins, sliding down the tree trunk until he’s on his ass, me in his lap with his legs outstretched behind me, forcing himself impossibly deeper. My entire body shudders, and I grip his face, my heart pounding wildly when he looks up at me with a tender expression. He reaches up, and I expect him to tear the veil from my hair, but instead he gently grabs ahold of the delicate piece and refixes it, settling it back in place as his fingers run its length, draping it around my shoulders until his fingers slip free, knuckles brushing over my pebbled nipple. “What you did today was—” I expect him to stay dumb or foolish, but what he says is “brave.”

My insides melt at the expression in his eyes, and I run my thumb along his lower lip.

“You figured out Nicholas was the snake.” A small frown builds across his brow. “I put him in your path. Approved him as your personal driver.”

I drop my forehead to his, smoothing out the small creases that have formed at the edges of his eyes, and roll my hips once. He groans, eyes closing a moment before locking with mine once more.

“I figured out Nicholas. You figured out Torin, and we both knew Philip was involved.” I slide my tongue from the right side of his mouth to the left. “That’s every piece of the puzzle, baby. It’s proof.”

“Proof,” he mimics, the question in his eyes.

I nod, rolling my body forward once. Twice.

His hands find my hips, giant hands sprawled wide, fingertips digging in just a bit.

“Proof,” I repeat. “That you and me? We make one hell of a team.”

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.