Enzos voice was a dark whisper , tinged with menance . "You disobeyd me baby", he murmured ,his eyes burning with intensity.
(It's time for punishment )
Elena's heart raced as she met his gaze, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins "...
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"Let's go for lunch, and let your aunt know we'll visit today for dinner," I said as Elena rested against my chest, sitting on the table, still catching her breath. Her body was still a beautiful mess. My mess.
Elena looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You’re seriously coming?" she asked, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.
I smiled, nodding. "Yes, tesoro."
"Thanks! You're actually making time for it," she said, her happiness evident in her tone.
I gently helped her off the table, feeling a mix of pride and affection. "Of course. You deserve to enjoy your day."
As she headed toward the bedroom to get ready, I made my way to the study to finalize a few last-minute details. Elena's excitement was infectious, and despite the chaos surrounding us, I felt a surge of determination to make today special for her.
When I entered the bedroom, I found her near the closet, holding a backless, deep-neck dress in her hand, staring at it like she was contemplating whether or not to wear it.
"It's good, go with it," I said from behind her, causing her to jump slightly. She hadn't realized I'd entered.
"Enzo, you scared me!" she exclaimed, turning around to look at me with wide eyes.
I smirked and kissed her lips, pulling her closer. "Sorry for that, Tesoro," I whispered against her mouth. "By the way, this dress will look incredible on you."
She glanced down at the dress in her hand, biting her lip. "Does it?"
"Of course, Tesoro," I reassured her, my voice firm.
But then, to my surprise, she shook her head and put the dress back in the closet. "No, I won't wear it," she said quietly.
"Why not? You loved it, didn't you?" I asked, frowning slightly.
"Yes, I do love it, but it's... too revealing," she admitted, her voice hesitant.
I stepped closer, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her body against mine. With my free hand, I picked the dress back up, holding it in front of her.
"Wear it, Elena," I said softly but firmly. "Don't worry about whether it's revealing or not. Your man knows how to handle anyone who dares to look too long." I kissed her neck lightly, feeling her shiver under my touch.
She blushed, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the mirror. "But what will people think?"
I turned her around to face me, my hands on her waist, my grip firm but gentle. "Tesoro, don't let anyone's thoughts or judgments get in your way. You're going to wear what you like, eat what you like, do what you like, and no one-no damn one-will say a word. You understand?" My voice was laced with confidence, and I could see her resolve wavering.
