He grins, and so do I. Then he turns to my grandfather. “Don Salvestro?”
My grandfather turns away from talking to Michael. “Si?”
“Could I have a moment?”
My grandfather grins. “For?”
“I have something very important to ask your permission for.”
“Well, at least you are asking this time,” my grandfather smiles.
Twenty minutes later, we’re face to face. We’re out in the courtyard of the church, wearing jackets. I mean, I’m not getting married over blood stains or a dead body.
The priest finishes the words. Dominic and I both say I do.
“I now pronounce you, man, and wife!”
“Again,” Dominic whispers.
I grin as his mouth crushes to mine in a fierce kiss. I wrap my arms around my husband, this time, for real.
For real, and for forever.
Epilogue
Dominic
“Oh fuck, Dominic!”
She moans under me. I growl, gripping her hips tightly. My big hands circle her waist. Her tight, curvy ass pushes back against my abs when I thrust. I slide one hand higher and wrap her hair in my fist. I hiss and start to fuck her even harder, just like she’s craving it.
“Oh fuck!”
There it is. She moans gutturally. The sheets are balled into her fists, and she moans into them. Behind her, I groan and pound my fat cock into her. Her hot little pussy squeezes my dick so tightly. She’s so pink and tight wrapped like a glove around my shaft. I’m glistening from her; slick with her lust.
I snarl and pound into her harder. I grip her ass and her hair, and I give her every inch. My abs slap against her ass. Her pussy quivers and squeezes around me.
“Dom! Oh God, Dom!”
I sink in deep, and she starts to come for me, hard. She writhes beneath me on the sheets. She screams into them as her orgasm rocks through her gorgeous body. I keep on thrusting, until with a groan, I bury my cock to the hilt. My balls surge with my release, and my hot, sticky cum pours into her.
I hold her hips tight with my hands. My cock throbs and twitches deep in her pretty pussy, until she’s taken every drop. I lean over and kiss her neck, and between her shoulder blades. Lucia purrs with happiness.
I slowly pull out of her with a groan. Pearly white cum drips lewdly from her puffy, freshly fucked pussy. I run my thumb down between her lips. She whimpers when I rub my cum over her clit.
“Oh, my God, you’re insatiable.”
“You do this to me, babygirl,” I growl.
“Oh, do I?”
“Yes,” I grin. I roll onto my side. Lucia snuggles into me. We both look out the window at the bright blue Mediterranean Sea. It’s been a hell of a honeymoon so far.
After all the shit that went down that day, things have calmed down a little. When we dug into it, it turned out that Tomas was actually acting outside of his father’s knowledge. He was actually planning on taking out his own fucking father to take over the entire Mendino family.
So, we didn’t go to war with them or anything. But there’s still bad blood there. It may have been warranted a hundred different ways. Tomas may have been plotting to stab us in the back. He may have plotted to kill his own father. And for fuck’s sake, he was pointing a gun at Lucia.
Giovani gets all of that. But, I did kill his son. That’s not going to just go away. There won’t be a war over it though, at least. With tempers still a little on edge, Lucia and I opted for one of the many Scaliami owned estates scattered around Sicily and southern Italy.
It’s safe, secure, and absolutely private. And we’ve spent the last month screwing on maybe every single surface of the place.
“Ready to head back to the real world tomorrow?”
I chuckle and kiss her forehead. What really is the “real” world? After all, against all odds, I managed to find the girl of my dreams. I managed to not get shot getting her, too. I even managed to marry her, twice. Or sort of at least.
I’m married to the heiress to one of the most powerful crime families in the world. I’m not sure that quantifies “real world” at all. But I’ll take it.
She’s right though. Tomorrow, we fly back to New York. My work is there, and Lucia’s taken a real shine to the city. She’ll be finishing up her degree in economics at Columbia. It’s not like a girl with her fortune and connections needs college. But I love that she’s doing it anyways. Also, she’s a goddamn genius, and at the top of her class.
We’ve got a new penthouse apartment waiting for us. And I’ve got my new job to get started on. Yeah, I’ve been promoted again. Saving the entire organization from internal destruction and stopping a psychopath from killing the Don’s granddaughter will do that, I guess.
“Tomorrow it is,” I growl. My cock thickens against her. “Guess that means we’ve got until our flight to make sure we covered every surface in the place.”
She blushes. “You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”
“Like I said, babygirl,” I growl. She trembles. “You do this to me.”
“Oh, do I?” Her eyes burn with lust. “Do I, daddy?”
I groan. Lucia squeals in delight when I roll her onto her back and slide between her legs.
“I love you, baby,” I growl.
“I love you too.”
My lips seek hers. And then I’m found.
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I was born into a dark kingdom. I’m a mob princess—a pretty little flower in a gilded cage. No boys ever climbed my tower. No men ever got through the walls built around me.
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No one, except Vincent Cave.
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My bodyguard, my shadow. My gruff, silent, watchful guardian angel. A teddy bear to me, but a savage to anyone who’d seek to harm me.
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First he was my innocent crush. Then, it wasn’t so innocent.
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Eleven years older, and utterly gorgeous. Eyes that make my knees weak, arms I could get lost in, and lips that mine wanted to taste since I knew lips could do that.
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I’m back after three years away at boarding school. I thought that would cure me, but there’s no cure for Vincent Cave. Not when three years have made him hardened, and growlier, and even more irresistible.