by Ella Miles
Enzo’s eyes follow my every movement. His gaze alone warms my entire body. How can one look do so much to my body? I don’t understand the human body, but I do know one steely glance from Enzo, and I’m panting, hot, and lusty. I want everything he is offering behind his dark brown eyes.
I reach into his pants and free his cock, which has already hardened. I hold it carefully in my hand as I kneel in front of it. My eyes look up as I flick my tongue over the tip of his veiny cock.
“Jesus, stingray,” he says as his eyes roll back in his head.
I love how I affect him like this. I could stay here on the floor, sucking him off all day.
But quickly he’s a grabbing my arms and pulling me up. “My queen doesn’t kneel in front of me. You deserve to be worshipped.”
I open my mouth to say I love kneeling in front of him if I get to suck his delicious cock.
But he doesn’t let me speak. His lips kiss mine, taunting and teasing, but never letting me get the full taste of his tongue I want.
He walks me back until I feel the edge of the desk behind me.
“Stop teasing me,” I whisper.
“You started it,” he says.
I grab his cock in my fist again, stroking once slowly, trying to get back some of my power.
He purrs, putting his hands on either side of the desk boxing me in as he savors the pleasure I’m giving him.
I like this—feeling like a goddess. Feeling powerful.
“I like you in this tuxedo. You look dabber,” I say, stroking his cock again as I adjust his bowtie.
He grabs my hand over the bowtie and rips it from his neck. We are done playing games with each other. This is about to get serious. He loosens the collar of his shirt as I rip off his jacket.
And then he grabs my hips and sets me on the edge of the judge’s desk.
“We are so going to hell for this,” I say.
He spreads my legs as he rips my panties off. “Good thing we were already going to hell anyway.”
I gasp so loudly I’m sure the entire courthouse can hear me. “At least we aren’t doing this in a church.”
“Oh, I plan on fucking you in every building, alleyway, meadow, car I can find, and churches aren’t excluded from that.”
“You should have included that in the vows.”
Enzo dips his tongue between my legs, and I no longer have words. I lean back, resting on my hands as he takes his time devouring my pussy.
“I promise it to you now. Your pussy will never be safe from my tongue or cock. I will make you come every chance I get. I will never let anything come between me and making you orgasm. This I vow.”
I want to laugh, but the serious look on his face tells me this vow is as important to him as all the rest of them.
He grins when he notices the heavy rise and fall of my chest. My nipples harden beneath the thin material of my bra.
“Scream my name, baby,” Enzo says, pushing two fingers inside me as his tongue teases my clit again.
“Yes, Enzo!” I scream loudly enough to rattle the building.
I glance over at the door for a second. We didn’t even bother locking it. But no one comes. I swear I hear footsteps outside the door, but none draw closer.
I grin. “We really are in our own little world.”
But then, Enzo is licking quickly over my clit. All my blood has headed south, intensifying every touch of his mouth on me.
“I’m going to…” but I can’t finish the sentence. I come hard on Enzo’s tongue and fingers—spilling my wetness all over the desk.
Enzo stands, licking his fingers clean as his needy gaze stares down at me.
“More,” I say. His cock is still erect and needy. And one orgasm isn’t enough to satisfy me. I don’t care that we have a perfectly good hotel room a few blocks away. I need Enzo now.
He holds out his hand. I take it, and he helps me off the desk. Enzo eyes my swollen belly that I automatically hold with my hand when I stand up. With each day that passes, I know sex is going to get harder and harder. But I have faith nothing will stop Enzo from giving me a daily orgasm. He just promised as much five minutes ago.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. And seeing you grow my babies inside of you does things to me you will never understand.”
I love how he never doubts the babies being his. He never brings up the fact that they could be Milo’s. They are his. In every way that matters. And the fact that every time Enzo speaks the babies move and kick in my stomach brings me more peace than anything else. Because they know he is their father too.
He takes my hand and spins me around like I’m a princess he’s twirling. My dress flies up as I spin. He grabs the material, pushing it up high on my hips as he backs me up to his cock.
I grab the desk for support as I push my ass into his cock. He drives inside of my slickness quickly. Both of us so desperate to feel each other that we can’t take another moment apart.
“I can never get enough of this. This first moment when you slide inside me is everything,” I say.
He kisses my neck as his hands move around to my front, supporting my heavy stomach in his hands. “I can never get enough of you, wife.”
Tingles flicker down my neck as he says, wife.
“Fuck me, husband.”
He growls. Loving me calling him husband as much as I love him calling me wife.
And then he fucks me hard and fast. His teeth sink into my neck, teasing me with just the right amount of pain as his teeth touch my sensitive skin.
“Mine,” he says, fucking me harder.
“Yours,” I cry back.
I can never get enough of his cock. Of his hard body slamming into me. I love every way he fucks me. Hard and fast. Slow and tenderly. It makes no difference to me. I love it all. I love him. I can never get enough.
“More,” I beg.
Enzo pushes his cock deeper inside me. And my body becomes his. His to own, to love, to cherish.
“I love you, wife.”
“I love you, husband.”
I come hard on his dick. And he spills his cum deep inside me.
Carefully, he pulls out. “Did I hurt you? I lost a little control back there.” Enzo rubs the spot on my neck where his teeth sunk into my neck. And then he quickly examines my body for some sign that he hurt me.
I laugh still floating high in my orgasm cloud. “You could never hurt me. Only with your last breath could you ever cause me pain.”
“The babies?” he asks, in a panicky voice.
I grab his hand and press it over my stomach where they seem to be dancing in my belly. “Are happy.”
He exhales his breath and then kisses me. “I never want to hurt you again.”
“So you never will. The only way you can hurt me is by leaving me.”
He nods.
We hear more footsteps outside and light voices.
“We should leave,” Enzo says.
I smile as I look around the small room. It felt like the perfect place to celebrate being husband and wife.
I pull my dress down and slip my panties back on, while Enzo does his pants up and buttons up his shirt. He doesn’t bother with the tie; he just shoves it in his pocket. And then he drapes his jacket over my shoulders when I shiver.
We walk to the door, and Enzo cracks it open. Another couple is walking in, in awe of the decorations Enzo did.
I’m happy another couple gets to enjoy them.
“Come on, let's go before we get trapped watching another boring wedding ceremony,” he says.
“Boring? Did you think our ceremony was boring?”
He laughs. “No, but another ceremony happened when I was fucking you. Didn’t you hear them? You came as they said I do.”
I giggle. “No, all I heard was you.”
He kisses me. “And that’s exactly what I wanted.”
He takes my hand, and we walk out. The officiant doesn’t look surprised to see us, but the couple walking down
the aisle seem confused.
“If you get a chance after, I highly recommend trying out the desk in the back,” Enzo says, winking at the couple.
I laugh and tug him out of the courthouse before we get in trouble.
Once out in the warm sun, Enzo asks, “Back to the hotel? A stroll through town first? Food?”
“Hotel,” I say, not nearly satiated after one round.
He grins. “Did I tell you I love you?”
“Not enough.”
“I love you, stingray.”
“I love you too, Black.”
Enzo grabs my left hand with his left hand and brings both of our ringed fingers to his lips and kisses my ring.
“Let’s go,” he says.
We start strolling casually back to the hotel, when everything changes.
Enzo’s phone buzzes. He shows me the name that pops up—my father’s name.
“Hello,” I say when Enzo puts the phone on speaker so I can hear.
“Beckett escaped,” my father says.
And just like that our fairy tale ends.
15
Enzo
Kai thinks the world is on our side. That fate has finally turned. That we are destined to be together. That nothing can rip us apart.
I love her positive thinking. It keeps me grounded, the anxiety and fear at bay when I’m with her.
But I disagree with her. I don’t think anyone is on our side. I still think the world is against us. I see every person as an enemy, a threat about to attack us.
Kai thinks we are untouchable on our wedding day—the world wants to celebrate with us.
But with one phone call, that joy and hope are wiped out.
“Beckett escaped,” Kai’s father says.
I grab the phone and shove it to my ear, even though it’s on speaker. I want to go through the phone and punch Kai’s father for letting this happen. He had one job. Keep Beckett prisoner through the weekend. We would come back on Monday and decide what to do with him.
“You had one job,” I growl through the phone.
“I know. I don’t understand how it happened. I never let him out of my sight. He was always tied up, and I barely gave him enough water and food to survive.”
“Then how did it happen?”
There is a silent pause. “I let my anger get the best of me. I punched him. He was able to overpower me so close.”
“Fuck.”
“But he didn’t escape then. I got him tied back up, and then I went to get some ice for my eye. I have no idea how he did it. It would take a Houdini to get out of those ropes. But he escaped.”
“Fuck!” I growl louder. Passerbyers stop and give me a dirty look for my swearing. I snarl back at them as Kai frowns at the phone. Clearly as pissed off as I am about her father letting Beckett escape.
“Did he have help?” I ask.
“I honestly don’t know.”
“Do you have security footage?”
“Yes, but not of that room. Just of the perimeter.”
“Send it to me.”
“Done. What do you want me to do now?”
I want to search for Beckett myself. I’m the only one I trust, but I don’t want to leave Kai unguarded. So I won’t. I won’t leave her.
“Find him.” I hang up the phone.
Kai frowns. “This doesn’t mean the world has turned against us. And it doesn’t mean my father doesn’t care about me. He didn’t let Beckett go on purpose.”
I pull up the security footage he sent me. I watch Beckett sneak out of the house, grab Kai’s father’s car, and take off.
“No, I don’t think your father let Beckett go on purpose. He’s just incompetent.”
She nods. “So what now?”
“First, we get off the street.” I take her hand. There are only two hotels in this town. I want to go back to our room, but it would be too easy for Beckett to find us there if he is searching for us. So I start walking in the direction of the other hotel.
“Where are we going?”
“To a different hotel. Beckett will still be able to find us if he wants to, but it will slow him down. He’ll stop at the hotel where I used my credit card and real name first. This will give us a bit of a head start if he is searching for us.”
“He’s not coming for us. I truly don’t think he would hurt me,” she says.
I pull her into my body. “If he does come, I won’t let him hurt you.”
Her eyes flicker up. “And I won’t let him hurt you either,” she growls back equally as determined as I am to protect her.
“You aren’t going to make protecting you and the babies easy are you?”
“I won’t put myself at risk because of the babies, but I won’t just stand by and watch you die if it comes to it. These babies need their father.”
I link hands with her again, feeling the cool metal from her ring on mine. At least we are married now. There is nothing that will break us apart again. I’m sure of it.
We walk quickly down the street, but we stick out like a sore thumb. If Beckett is already here, he will notice us in a second.
The two towns aren’t close together, though. It took us over an hour to get here by boat. We have time to get off the street and make a plan that involves sneaking through the shadows out of here.
We stroll into the lobby of the second hotel hand in hand. Both of our eyes scanning for danger at every turn.
Kai tries to turn us toward the front desk, but I stop her and head straight for the elevator.
“What are we doing? We don’t have a room here,” she says.
“I know, but I don’t have enough cash on me to pay for a hotel room. And I don’t want any trail for Beckett to follow. We just need a room to duck into for a moment. We aren’t staying.”
Kai nods as the elevator doors open on the fourth floor. I duck my head out and find exactly what I’m looking for. A maid outside one of the hotel rooms with her cart.
“Do you want me to or—” I start.
“I got this,” Kai says.
I smile and grip her hand, so she is on the side closest to the maid. I love how I don’t even have to communicate what my plan is; she’s already on the same page as me. And I love how our skills compliment each other.
“Have I told you how much I love you?”
She looks at me and giggles, gushing at me, pretending I’m the only person she sees.
I watch from the corner of my eyes as the maid stops folding the towel she is holding and sighs at us.
“We just got married today,” I say to the maid as we approach. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
“You two look very in love,” the maid says, smiling brightly.
I don’t know if Kai snatched the maid’s key card or not. But Kai doesn’t stop me as I nod at the maid and keep walking, so I assume she did.
We walk ten more doors down before Kai holds the key card out. We stop in front of a door as the maid heads back inside the room she is cleaning. We both listen at the door. I knock lightly. No one answers. So we insert the key and go into the small room.
It’s unoccupied. We spot no signs of anyone staying here.
Kai wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard and passionately, like she’s afraid this will be the last time she will ever kiss me. As much as I enjoy the kiss of her slick tongue, my erection pressing between her legs. This can’t happen now. Not until I get her somewhere safe.
“Hold on, baby.” I kiss her gently, trying to get her to calm down.
“I want you so badly.”
“I know, I want you too. But I have to get you somewhere safe first.”
She nods, taking a deep breath to try and calm down. “Beckett won’t hurt me. Or you.”
My lips thin. I wish I saw the good in people the same way she does. But I don’t. Every person is as equally capable of good and bad. Everyone is shades of gray. Every once in a while you might find a truly bad apple. One who is only evil. But I’ve never see
n a person that is pure good.
“Beckett is my blood. No one that comes from the Black line is all good. We all have a little evil in us,” I say.
“Our kids won’t,” she says, rubbing her stomach.
“Only because they will take after you and not me.”
She rolls her eyes. “You have plenty of good in you.”
“And also plenty devil.”
“So what’s the plan? My father is searching for Beckett. But since he let Beckett escape, I’m not sure he’s capable of finding him. What is our big concern here? That he will contact Felix or some of Felix’s men to come after us?”
I nod. “You’re right. Felix is still our biggest concern—not Beckett. But since Beckett works for Felix, we can’t let any of them know where we are.” I wish Langston was here. He’d find Beckett in minutes.
“Should we search for Beckett?” Kai asks.
Yes.
But I look at her stomach, and I won’t put her in danger. I don’t know when her due date is, but it’s only a couple of months away. I won’t risk stressing her or the babies out. I could find Beckett easily, but I won’t bring Kai with me. And I won’t be away from her.
“No, we will give your father a chance to find him. But we can’t stay here. Beckett has probably already contacted Felix. I’m sure Felix has sent men here to hunt us down. Felix only let you live because Beckett was monitoring you.”
“So where do we run?”
I frown. I don’t like running. We need to face Felix. We need to face the rest of the Black organization. Or at least, I do. But I won’t let her get hurt in the process. What’s most important right now is keeping her safe until the babies are born. Once they are here, I will gather an army to help me take out Felix and the rest of his crew.
“The water,” I say.
She smiles. “The ocean.”
There is a knock on the door.
Kai’s eyes widen. And my heart stutters.
It’s probably just the maid, but it’s enough to cause both of us panic.
I motion for Kai to go in the bathroom as I draw my gun. She creeps carefully inside as I walk to the door. I hold the gun out as I look through the peephole.
