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Enzo isn’t the one hiding things from me. I’m sure of this now. More than I’ve been sure about a lot of things in my life. He isn’t the one who has lied to me. Sure, he is keeping a secret, but it’s my father’s secret. He’s the one who won’t tell me the truth. Enzo has been nothing but honest from day one.

He drags his nose from one shoulder blade to the next, groaning a low sound.

“You trust me to take care of you?”

“Yes.”

He kisses my shoulder.

“To know what you need, when you need it, and give it to you?”

“Yes.”

His hand slides up my throat, resting at my jaw and pressing my head against his shoulder.

“To push your limits?”

“Yes,” I rasp out as his fingers move back down and tighten the slightest bit.

“What about those soft and hard limits, angel? Do you trust me enough to explore them with me?”

My mind immediately goes to him wanting to pee on me and try shoving three dicks in me at the same time. It scares me.

His fingers loosen around my throat and brush across my skin. “Relax,” he whispers. “Do you trust me enough to explore them?” he repeats.

Three dicks? Three dicks in me? There is no way. But if I offered to let him try and it didn’t work, he would stop. He wouldn’t force me, right?

He forced you to be here.

Shut up, voice in my head!

Even though she has a point, I don’t want to be logical right now.

“Yes,” I finally answer.

“Have you touched yourself?”

“N-no.”

He hums a sound of approval. His hand slides to my breasts again, and this time he finds my nipple and brushes his finger along it, causing it to peak. The sensation sends little electric volts right between my legs.

“It’s been torture, hasn’t it?”

I whimper out a “yes.”

“But you did it for me. Because you want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

He stands, slipping his hand under my thighs and carrying me bridal style. He sits me in the chair beside my door, and crouches in front of me.

“There is no reason the dynamic we have in the bedroom, the trust and respect we have, can’t be in our everyday lives too.” He reaches for my shoe, undoes the strap, and slips it off. “If you respect me, I will respect you.” He moves for the other shoe, working on the small buckle. “I am not so proud I won’t show my feelings for you. I don’t care who knows it. You are my wife, I will respect you and care for you and treat you the way you deserve. I have no shame in getting on my knees for you.” He slips the second shoe off and looks up at me. “There are many benefits to being my wife, Jordan.” He kisses the top of my knee, moves upward, and kisses the inside of my thigh. “And they aren’t all sexual.”

My head falls back, and my eyes fall closed. I’d love to watch the way this man touches me, but it all feels so good I can’t focus on everything at once.

He slips his hands beneath the hem of my dress and pushes it up so it bunches at my waist. He groans, and I open my eyes to him staring at my exposed panties.

He blinks slowly, and when he opens his eyes, he’s looking at me.