His fingers tense on my neck, and he lifts his head. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Putting your shit in some drawers.” He pauses and kisses the corner of my lips. “Unpacking some fucking boxes. But you didn’t do that, did you?”
The boxes of my things are still neatly stacked in the guest room where his men left them, totally untouched.
“I was busy.”
He kisses the opposite corner. “Busy leading Antonio all over the city.”
“You told me he’d take me anywhere I needed to go.”
Enzo lifts his head, his gaze burning into mine. “I guess I’m going to have to chain you to the bed like I did at the cabin, just to keep you out of trouble while I’m gone.”
My reaction is instant.
“Try it, and I’ll castrate you with the nearest butter knife.”
He stills. “Is that any way to talk to yourmarito,cara?”
“I would have called you to ask permission, but I couldn’t find you in the contact list on my new phone,” I say. “I didn’t know whoMaritowas until I got your text.”
He shakes his head slowly. “You’re lying again. And you know what I do to liars, don’t you?”
Have I actually pushed him over the edge with everything I’ve done today? I don’t answer him, biting my lip.
“I punish them.” He plucks at my nipple. “I don’t think the punishment I’ve used in the past will work on you, though. I’ll have to come up with something…suitable.”
The hand at my waist moves, and he palms my ass through my yoga pants. I know what kind of game we’re playing. And right or wrong, I like it. I’m on fire from the way he’s pressedagainst me, the way he’s touched and kissed me. He’s so big and strong, so dominating and powerful, and I am so incredibly wet right now.
Forget about teaching him a lesson or getting even. All I want is to turn off my mind, disregard everything that’s happened over the last few weeks, and surrender to the way he makes me feel.
I pout, deciding to play his game, but bymyrules. “But I thought I was being such a good little wife, just like you told me to be.”
“You were wrong. I can see I’ve been too lenient with you.” He strokes my jaw softly with the pad of his thumb, still holding my neck. “You found out from Antonio that I don’t like sushi, didn’t you?”
“Maybe I thought if you tried it again, you’d change your mind.”
He surprises me by releasing his hold on me entirely and stepping away. “I’ve decided on your punishment. Take off your clothes.”
I blink. “What?”
Enzo hooks a finger in the waistband of my yoga pants before releasing it, snapping the elastic against my skin. “You heard what I said,cara mia. Your clothes. Take. Them. Off. Right fucking now.”
I debate refusing him but decide I’ve already goaded him enough for one day. There’s always tomorrow and the day after that. Holding his stare, I whip off my top.
“The bra too.”
I reach behind me and unhook it, then grasp the center and toss it over his shoulder. “Happy now?”
“I could be happier,” he drawls. “Lose the fucking Adidas.”
I toe off my shoes, then pull off my socks while I’m at it, feeling a little self-conscious as my breasts sway, thanks to myhunched state. It’s impossible to look sexy and elegant while taking off socks, so I’ll just have to live with knowing this was his idea, not mine.
He doesn’t seem to mind anyway, because he’s devouring me with a hot stare.
“Do you have an objection to wearing shoes in your house,marito?”
His eyes darken at my use of the Italian word for husband, and I know he likes it. “You can wear shoes in the house as long as it’s heels and you don’t have on anything else. Ditch the pants.”
I pull down my yoga pants and shimmy out of them, leaving them pooled on the floor.