by Ella Miles
He was wearing one himself.
Enzo was never in any danger.
He’s fine.
“Stingray, look…”
Enzo grabs my hands and runs it over his jacket. He shows me where the bullets are lodged in the armor. He shows me the fake blood oozing from it. Then he removes the jacket and puts my hand on the spots where the bullets should have entered his body but didn’t.
I find no holes.
Enzo is fine. He’s alive. The bullet didn’t even break his skin.
And then the tears fall.
The anxiety, fear, panic all take their toll, and finally, I burst in one big release. I clutch onto Enzo’s neck as the tears cascade down my face, and my cries fall from my lips in waves that I’m sure can be heard for miles around.
Enzo holds me tight to his chest as he kisses my cheeks, catching each tear before it falls to the ocean.
“It’s okay, I got you,” Enzo says.
I can barely process his words, but somehow we are moving. We are swimming. And then I’m being pulled up onto a boat. One of our yachts, I realize.
“Where to?” Ethan, one of our men, asks me.
“Miami,” Enzo answers.
“Do you need medical assistance first?”
“No, we’ll be in the captain’s room,” Enzo answers before lifting me against his bare wet chest and carrying me through the yacht to the captain’s room at the back.
“We shouldn’t kick Griffin out of his room,” I say as Enzo enters in a code and the door opens.
“It’s the most secure room on the ship. We are kicking him out of the room,” he growls.
When the door shuts, we collapse on the bed. Enzo’s lips collide with mine again, and I forget about kicking Griffin out of the room. I forget about the new danger we face. I forget about our friends that we should be worried about protecting. All I can think about is Enzo and our kids.
“Ellie, Finn?” I ask, trying to be a good mother, but Enzo is making it hard as he kisses down my neck.
“They are safe. Nora and Beckett have them. They would call if there was a problem.”
They are safe.
My shirt is off, and then he pauses over me.
I shiver underneath him, not because we are both soaked, but because of Enzo’s stare. Even after all this time together, after everything we’ve been through, one look from Enzo still makes me feel like an inexperienced virgin about to be taken for the first time. One touch from him sends my toes curling, my heart racing. One kiss and I become consumed by him.
And Enzo knows it.
But just because he makes me feel alive and protected in a way that I’ve never felt before, I’m still pissed at him.
“You let Siren kiss you.”
My fingers rake down his front, my nails teasing his skin before I get to his soaked jeans.
He sucks in a breath when I roughly undo the button on his jeans, followed by the zipper.
“Stingray,” he says my name like a warning. I know how this works. We both like it rough. And we have no problem taking what we need from each other—punishing each other when it’s deserved—loving each other sweetly when the mood is right. And right now, this won’t be about making love. This will be a fierce, intense grind of punishment, sin, and love. Once I start, once I declare that punishment needs to be given, I’ll unleash his monster inside him—it’s exactly what I want.
“You. Kissed. Her.”
I reach into his pants and grab his rock hard member.
“Kai,” he growls, his voice so gruff and husky as he tries to keep control of the situation.
I’m not mad. Not really. I know that Enzo loves me. I know I’m the only woman for him. I know that he only let Siren kiss him so he could understand who Siren is, what her intentions are, how far she will go. But right now, when my emotions are this high, I want a reason to give him everything I have—my good and bad.
I squeeze too hard.
“Do you deny it?”
I bite my lip as I meet him eye to eye. I know what happened. I was there. I saw. But I want him to say it. I want to hear him speak his crime. Even if he committed the crime for the right reason, it still needs to be punished. Just like Zeke will one day pay for shooting Enzo. Even though it ultimately saved his life. Even though he did it to save Siren. All sins catch up to us eventually.
We all sin.
We all lie.
“No, I don’t deny it.”
I slide my hand up and down his cock, letting him know that I have all the power. I’m in complete control here, not him, as I let my nails dance over the skin of his cock.
He hisses but doesn’t stop me, even though he’s bigger than me. He lets me hurt him. He sinned. He let Siren kiss him. He let her lips touch what was mine.
And now, I’m going to make him pay. I’m going to commit my own sin against my husband. And we are both going to enjoy every minute of it.
4
Enzo
Kai strokes me again. Her nails dig deeper into my flesh.
I’ve hurt Kai before.
I’ve done unimaginable things, betrayed her too many times, but never with her as my wife. When we took those vows, she became mine, and I became hers. We’ve never seriously threatened the vows we took, never tested the wedding bands we wear, never pushed the limits of what it means to be married.
But I did.
I let another woman kiss me. I hurt my wife. Now I’m going to let her get her revenge. I’m going to do everything I can to let her heal. She needs this. I need this.
I need my stingray back. I need to be worthy of her love again.
Suddenly, she stops. Her hand is no longer on my cock, and for a second, I think she’s changed her mind. We aren’t going to fuck. She isn’t going to punish me for hurting her, even for a good reason.
“Stingray, please.”
She bites her lip at my soft plea. Then she runs her hand through her dark hair as she lays on the bed.
“What are you doing?”
She’s silent. It takes me two seconds to realize what she is doing. I may have fucked up, but I’m still her husband. I still know her better than anyone. I know what she’s thinking, sometimes even before she does.
This silence, this unspeaking, this untouching—this is my punishment.
It’s her punishment, too, though. She can pretend she can hold out as much as I can, or that she doesn’t want to fuck me after I let another woman kiss me. She’s wrong. She wants to fuck me. She wants to feel our connection again. She needs it as much as I do.
“You can punish me all you want, Stingray. Dig your nails into me. Deny me orgasms. Whip me. Beat me. Pour hot wax onto my body. Tie me up. Do your worst. But don’t you dare deny what you deserve. Use my body. Take care of yourself. Take out your pain on me. But don’t you dare feel a second of pain in the process.”
One.
Two.
And then, a smile. This is what she was waiting for—me to surrender, me to give her my full permission to do her worst.
I grin back even though I know what my stingray is capable of. I don’t know how upset she really is about the kiss. I only let the kiss happen to find out what Siren was up to. Kai knows that, but she needs to hear it from me. She needs to understand how much letting another woman kiss me hurt me, and how much it felt like nothing compared to kissing her.
Kai needs to know I will never want another woman; I only want her.
Forever.
Nothing will ever stop me from loving her.
I stand up and let my pants drop until I’m completely naked in front of her. My chest is bruised from where the bullets hit me, but the way Kai’s eyes are eating up my body, I know I must not look too bad.
I smirk.
“You want me.”
She frowns and then stands, removing her own pants until she’s naked in front of me.
“I shouldn’t.” She gives me a stern look. Her eyes narrow, her lips tense, and her jaw hardens.
I put my
hands out in front of her. “Tie me up. Hurt me. Make me pay for what I did to you.”
Her fingers trace over my wrists lightly, imagining ties around them, I’m sure. It drives me mad. I feel her light touch warm my body. Her touch ripples over my skin and hardens my cock.
I don’t know what we will find in Griffin’s closet, but I’d guess we could at least find a tie. If we are lucky, some rope or handcuffs.
“No,” she snaps, removing her hands from my skin.
“No?” I step closer into her space, practically begging her to touch me. She can’t resist my rockhard body, just like I can’t resist her soft curves.
She bats her eyelashes at me as heat fills her cheeks. “I don’t need to tie you up. You’re my husband. You’ll do what I say. You’ll take your punishment without moving.”
She’s right. I will. I’d rather be tied up though, it would be easier. It’s going to drive me crazy to let her touch me and not touch her back.
“On the bed, hubby.”
I swallow the knot in my throat. It’s not fear, I feel, but regret. I should have found a different way to find out what Siren was up to. I shouldn’t have fucked with our wedding vows. I shouldn’t have tested Kai’s love for me.
I walk to the bed and lay down face up.
“Turn over.”
I give her a suspicious look but do as she says. I roll onto my stomach.
“You do realize that thing you need to make yourself feel good is on the other side of my body, right?”
She chuckles. “I understand geometry. I know that I can’t ride your cock with you on your stomach. I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”
Her words slice through me. I don’t know what she has planned, but I saw a twinkle in her eye, and I know that look means trouble.
Outside I growl, but inside I’m smiling. This is the woman I married—a woman stronger than me. A woman who knows what she wants and expects of me and will settle for nothing less. I love this woman with everything I have.
I let my eyes wander around the room, trying to find something she could use to punish me. I see a lamp, a pen, a remote. Not really what I was hoping to find. No candle. No rope. And not shockingly, no whips.
Kai moves onto the bed and then straddles my hips before her hands come down on my shoulders like she’s about to give me a massage. I tense because I know better, rather than relax.
“Why so tense? You have no reason to feel tense, baby. Just like I had no reason to be tense after seeing your lips pressed against another woman.”
She massages for a second before her claws dig into my skin like daggers. My shoulder is sore from being shot there. Even though the bullet didn’t impact my skin, the deep bruise hurts when she squeezes.
She leans down until her hot breath is on my neck, and I groan. It feels so good. For a second, I forget she wants to punish me as she kisses down my neck. When her kisses get to my back, she changes from kissing to sinking her teeth into me.
My groans turn painful as she bites me over and over, all over my back. I’m going to have dozens of bite marks all over my back.
“You. Are. Mine.”
I smile, loving how possessive she is of me.
She moves down until she is at my ass, and when she bites down on my cheek, I can’t help but yelp.
She smacks over where she just bit me. “Mine.”
“Yours, baby. I’m all yours.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“Every inch of you?”
“Yes.”
“What about this part of you?” She licks her fingers before circling them over my asshole.
I clench, not wanting her to touch me there. She never has before. We are pretty wild in the bedroom. We’ve done almost everything, except that.
But if she needs to know that all of me is hers, I’m up for trying anything with her.
“Yes, all of me is yours.”
And then her finger is pushing inside me, claiming all of me. At first, it feels incredibly uncomfortable. My eyes even water at the intrusion. She doesn’t give me time to get used to the feeling until another finger is inside and then another.
She finds my prostate and strokes me until the pain turns to pleasure.
Holy fuck, it feels good.
My cock hardens, and I’m desperate for her.
I move, trying to grab her. To feel her. To make her feel good.
But she slaps my hand away.
“Don’t move.”
She continues to push into me until I’m so close to coming. And then suddenly she stops.
“Turn over.”
I do, resisting all my natural urges to touch her.
“Your ass is mine, but what about your lips? Are they mine?”
“Yours. They are all yours.”
“You sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure I saw you kissing another woman with these lips.”
“Let me show you how much I didn’t give her. I didn’t give her what matters.”
I grab her hips without permission and pull her until she is straddling my face, and then I drive my tongue between her legs until I taste her sweetness. She rides my face as I lick her lips slowly with my tongue, spreading her wider.
“Jesus,” she purrs as I find her clit and flick it with careful precision.
She’s lost control as I remind her how much she owns my lips and tongue, show her what I haven’t given to any woman but her.
Her back arches, and she grabs the headboard behind me as I devour her. She reacts so quickly to my actions. I can feel all of her wetness cover my lips and tongue just like I wanted. Her lips swell, along with her clit, and her sweetness spills onto my tongue.
But it’s not enough. I want to make her scream. I reach up and grab her breasts, flicking over her nipples in a circular way that I know drives her mad.
“Enzo!” And then I claim her. I remind her that she alone owns my lips as she comes all over my face.
Slowly, she comes down from her high. She remembers that she is supposed to be punishing me, not letting me enjoy myself. She carefully climbs off my face and moves back until she is just above my cock.
Yes, please fuck me. Feeling her come over my face is one of my favorite things—watching her come undone like that.
But there is nothing like being inside her. I don’t need to come. I don’t care about my pleasure. I just need to feel the connection between us.
“What about this?” She grabs my cock. “Is this still mine and mine alone?”
Her voice has changed. Gone is the lightheartedness. Gone is the teasing. She’s pissed.
I frown, hating that I made her feel this way for even a single second.
“My cock is always only yours. I’ve never strayed, and I never will.”
She grabs it again, holding it rougher than usual as she pumps me hard.
“She touched you.”
“She didn’t.”
“I saw. Her hand was in your pants.”
“She didn’t touch me. Her finger grazed me on accident, but that was it. She. Didn’t. Touch. Me. I wouldn’t have let her. That would have been too far. It would have crossed a line that even I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself for.”
She hesitates for a second, watching me closely trying to tell if I’m telling the truth or a lie.
“Truth,” she finally says, and then she sinks down on top of me in one powerful stroke.
“Stingray!” I cry out, finally feeling the connectedness I need. I don’t touch her like I want. I let her decide what I get to do. I’m just thankful to be connected to her in any way.
She doesn’t move at first. She just lets the connection be only my cock inside her pussy. And for a moment, that’s enough.
Our eyes hold, unspoken words pass between us.
She forgives me.
And I love her even more for it.
Then I’m grabbing her, and she’s thrusting over me with everything she has. Our bodies conn
ect in a wild fury. She grinds her body down on top of mine, and the love we share for each other flows freely between us, just like it has since the moment I realized I loved her. She is the missing piece of my life I thought I would never have.
She rides me like this is going to last forever, like we will never experience another moment after this one. This is the last instant that matters.
I watch my wife come undone on top of my cock. Her body changes from pain to love. Her eyes roll back, her hair falls freely down her back, her cheeks flush bright pink, her nipples harden, and her hips roll over mine as her orgasm approaches until she can’t hold on anymore. She lets go.
I’m so lost in her that I don’t realize my own body is coming right with her, exploding inside of her, giving her all of my cum.
Slowly we both stop—neither of us speak. We don’t have to after what just happened. Our bodies already did all of the talking. We love each other. We forgive each other. We would forgive each other for anything. That’s how much we love each other. There was never a question about forgiveness or reconciliation. We were always going to end up loving each other forever.
“Come here,” I say, pulling her against my chest.
She falls on top of me as my cock slips out of her. We are a mess. We should shower off the seawater, cum, blood, and sweat. But we won’t.
Being clean right now doesn’t matter.
I hold Kai against my chest. Her hand traces slowly over my heart.
“I love you, Stingray.”
“I love you, too.”
“What are you thinking?” I know her. Even though we just shared that incredible, mind-blowing moment together, she still has dozens of thoughts racing in her head.
“I’m still mad at Zeke. And unfortunately, I can’t fuck him and make it all better.”
My head swivels to her, and my hand grabs her hand, forcing her to stop tracing circles on my chest.
“Damn right, you can’t fuck him,” I growl.
She smiles. “I didn’t mean I want to fuck Zeke. I just meant that making up with you is easier than making up with him.”
Our fingers dance together as I hold her hand. I can feel her heartache from being angry at Zeke flow through her. It will eat at her until she can see him again, which is exactly what she doesn’t need. She needs to be focused on protecting herself and this family.
