The thick cock gliding between my thighs, rubbing over my clit with aching precision.
An orgasm so intense it put my vibrators to shame.
Semen coating my pussy, marking me as his.
When I decided I couldn’t take it anymore, I flung the covers aside and climbed off the mattress. Pulling on a robe, I ventured into the hallway with a single destination in mind.
Now, I stood at the door to Enzo’s bedroom, mentally hyping myself up for the hairbrained idea I’d cooked up in the short time since leaving my own suite.
Throwing caution to the wind, I turned the knob and pushed inside.
There was a rustling of sheets, and my eyes adjusted enough in the darkness to be able to see him reaching for something on the nightstand.
Realizing the item he sought was a gun, I blurted, “It’s me.”
Enzo froze. “Allison?”
I let out a soul-rattling sigh. Every time we took a step forward, he went out of his way to knock us two steps back.
And I was fucking sick of it.
Without a word, I padded toward the bed.
Sitting up, Enzo rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his palms. When his hands fell away, he blinked a few times, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was imagining my presence.
“Allison? What are you doing in here? Is something wrong?”
I came to a halt a foot away from the edge of the mattress. “I don’t want to be Allison anymore.”
His head cocked to the side, confusion written across his face. “Um, okay? Who do you want to be?”
My entire life, I’d watched from the sidelines as others made poor decisions without consequences. Meanwhile, I did everything by the book, convinced that the second I stepped a single toe out of line, the world as I knew it would come crashing down around me.
Being careful had gotten me nowhere.
It was my turn to be reckless.
“Your wife.” A quick tug on the tie securing my silk robe, and it fell away, pooling at my feet. Enzo made a choked sound when he saw that I wore nothing beneath. “In every way.”
Adam’s apple bobbing on a thick swallow, Enzo clutched the sheets with a white-knuckled grip as his gaze roved over every inch of my naked form. “Listen, about earlier—”
“Don’t you dare say it was a mistake,” I snapped.
“All right.”
“It was an awakening. And I want more.”
His chest rose on a deep inhale, the patterns inked into his skin rippling with the force of it. “More. How much more?”
Keeping my head held high, my voice didn’t waver as I declared, “Everything.”
He looked at me like I’d gone crazy, and maybe I had. But for better or worse, I was bound to this man until death do us part, and I refused to spend the rest of my life celibate. I’d already sacrificed more than enough. Forgoing ever experiencing sex was where I drew the line.
I outright refused to die a virgin, and since Enzo had made it abundantly clear that only he was allowed to touch me, he needed to step up and perform his husbandly duties.
Just when it looked like he might refuse, my husband dragged a hand over his jaw, muttering, “Goddamn, you drive me crazy.”
It was an opening—a tiny one—that I wasn’t about to waste. “Good crazy or bad crazy?”
