My heart aches at his words, and the anger surges in me. My beautiful husband had so much stripped away from him, thanks to my father. “I hope the fucker is burning in hell.”
Enzo brushes my hair back, a sad smile that he only lets me see on his face. “That’s over now. We aren’t wasting our lives thinking about the past. It’s you and me, principessa. As long as we have each other, none of that other shit matters.”
I nod at him and smile. “Okay, so let’s do this thing.”
His hand’s on my hip as he cleans the top of the snake tattoo. The whole time he is prepping the tattoo gun, we sit in silence, but when I wince at the first touch of the needle on my skin, I see the fear in Enzo’s eyes.
“I’m okay. Keep going.”
Enzo nods, his eyes focusing on my hip. I close my eyes, trying to just focus on the hands touching me, the hands of a man who cherishes me, loves me, will do anything to make sure I am happy. This is Enzo branding me, not the monster. Enzo my husband. Enzo my love. When I keep chanting the mantra, my body relaxes, and the buzzing sound of the gun isn’t a trigger anymore, but somehow it’s calming because the one holding the instrument is the man who would burn the world to make sure I was happy and safe.
“Okay. It’s done.”
“That’s it?”
Enzo kisses the top of my head; his dark, intense eyes make my stomach flip. “Yes, sweetheart. It wasn’t a sizeable space to cover. Those rarely take too long, and you did well. I’m proud of you. Wanna see it? My name looks smokin’ hot on your body.”
I jump off the table, walk to the full-length mirror, and gasp. There on my hip, it’s not the snake looking back at me anymore. It’s now a white dove, wings out, soaring.
“It’s a symbol of freedom, peace, purity, and hope, because you are all those things, Reese, and I never want you to forget that.” Enzo unwraps the bandage on the inside of his wrist. He’d gotten a tattoo a few days ago. He’d told me he’d show me later, refusing to let me have a peek. My gaze flies to the spot where his own brand was. Now there's a dove, double the size of mine, but in his, in bright blue letters, right in the middle, he has the word Reese written in a pretty font. My gaze connects to his, and I burst into tears.
”Shit, if I’d known you’d cry, I would have done Property of Enzo. Is it that bad?”
I turn and leap into his arms, placing frantic kisses all along his face. “No. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
“Now take those pants off and fuck me so hard.”
Enzo chuckles, quickly taking off the jeans that hang low on his hips. He bends me over the massage table, his fingers dipping into my pussy. “Always so wet for me.”
“Always.”
His hands wrap around my throat, holding me still when his dick plunges inside me, making me moan. “Good. My slut is always ready and waiting for me.”
“Fuck,” I scream as he goes in deep, so deep. “Fuck me harder.”
“You want it hard?” he asks, his hands squeezing my neck.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck it all away. Take me and make me forget everything but you, but us.”
Enzo grunts in my ear. His hands move away from my neck, trailing down my body until they land on my breasts. His fingers latch on to my nipples as he squeezes and pulls them. “I fuckin’ love these tits. Touch your clit for me.”
My hand moves down between my legs, my fingers on my clit rubbing as he mercilessly pounds into me and pulls my nipples so hard I scream at the mix of pain and pleasure that I crave so much.
“Come for me, principessa. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
My pussy clenches, and my entire body is on fire. My head falls back against my rock, my Enzo, and I come.
Enzo pulls out of me slowly and turns me around. “I’m gonna come all over those tits.”