“Both,” he admitted. “You’re so damn stubborn that I’m itching to fuck you into submission.”
A throbbing kicked up between my legs, and pressing my thighs together did nothing to ease the ache. “I want that.”
Enzo’s eyes slammed shut. “No, you don’t.”
My hands found my hips, and annoyance leaked into my tone. “Who are you to tell me what I do or do not want?”
“Allison—”
“Allie!” I cried, my frustration leaking over. “My name is Allie, and don’t pretend you don’t know that because you had no problem using it earlier.”
With a quick nod, he corrected himself. “Allie. You have to understand. What you witnessed earlier was me exhibiting every ounce of restraint I possess. I don’t make love; I fuck. Brutally. I bite, I choke, I spank. For your first time, you deserve soft and slow, and that’s not something I can offer you.”
“So what?” I threw my arms wide. “You going to bring in a ringer? Sit in the corner and watch while someone else deflowers me because you’re too afraid to do it yourself?”
Jaw clenching, he gritted out, “Over my dead body.”
“Then put the self-righteous bullshit away. I’m yourwife, and I’m standing before younaked, begging you to fuck me.” Then, out of nowhere, a terrifying thought occurred. “Unless . . .” For the first time, I broke eye contact with Enzo, dropping my gaze to the floor.
“Unless what?”
“Unless all this”—I gestured a hand down the length of my body, where the rolls lining my stomach, the cellulite creating dimples over my hips and ass, and the stretch marks that had long since faded from purple to silver were completely exposed to his view—“is too unappealing for you.”
“Unappealing?” he huffed. “Does this look like I find a damn thing about your luscious curves unappealing?”
My head whipped up to find he’d lowered the sheet formerly clutched to his waist to reveal his hard cock stretching toward his navel.
I’d only gotten a brief look at it earlier, and maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear it looked even bigger now.
At a loss for words, I stammered, “B-but you called me fat.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Enzo roared, both fists slamming down on the mattress. “I didn’t mean it!”
My eyes bulged. “You didn’t?”
“No,” he breathed out, face tilted toward the ceiling. “I was angry, okay? At your father, at Matteo, at the whole goddamn situation—especially when I saw you walking down that aisle and realized you weren’t some random stranger—and I lashed out. It wasn’t fair to you, because the truth of the matter is”—he fixed me with a hungry stare—“your body is fucking perfect.”
Stunned, I managed to breathe out, “Not sure I’d go that far.”
“I haven’t gone nearly far enough,” he growled, and before I knew what was happening, his hand locked around my wrist, and I was tugged onto the bed.
Caught off guard, I stumbled, slamming directly into his hard chest. He didn’t let out a single sound of discomfort as my weight landed atop him. No, in fact, he let out the most toe-curling groan as he palmed my ass and hauled me tighter to him.
“So fucking soft,” he growled against my neck. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I panted, clinging to him for dear life.
I gasped when teeth descended on the soft flesh of my shoulder. “Careful what you wish for, wife.”
With that, I was flipped onto my back, the hulking man I married towering above me like the dark angel he appeared to be—all hard lines and rough edges—and I secretlyloved it.
Then, just as suddenly, he disappeared from view. My fuzzy brain struggled to process where exactly he’d gone until a tongue swiped against my sex, and I arched into the pleasure pulsing through my veins.
As promised, there was nothing gentle about the way Enzo ate at my pussy. He straight updevouredit, mercilessly licking through my slit, teasing around the sensitive bud of my clit with the warm metal ball of his piercing, before damn near burying his face into the most intimate part of me.
He hummed against my slick flesh, almost like he was getting off from giving oral.
My hips levitated off the mattress, the vibrations overwhelming as my body coiled tighter and tighter. I dropped a hand to his head, silently cursing that the strands of his hair weren’t longer so I could get a firm grip as I rocked against his mouth while I chased my release.
