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We stay locked in that position for what feels like hours, our breathing harsh and labored as we recover. But soon, he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss, reaching for him before he can get up to fetch a towel or something.
Instead of curling up next to me, Santino smiles and lifts me up from the floor to carry me to his bedroom. It’s only once he has me curled up against him that either of us find the energy to speak.
“It takes a lot to scare me,” he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair. “When I came back earlier and you weren’t here …”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, burrowing deeper into his arms. “I’m sorry I left without telling you. I won’t run anymore … unless you want me to.”
He laughs, his smile almost blinding. He’s so serious most of the time that I forget how handsome he is when he smiles. “Good, because I am never letting you go. I mean it when I say you’re mine. I’m yours. I’d burn this city to the ground for you.”
“That won’t be necessary,” I joke to him softly. “Your love is more than enough. I love you, Santino.”
His arms tighten around me and just as I start to drift off to sleep in the safety of his arms, he kisses my forehead.
“I love you, too, Renee.”
Epilogue
Santino
Eight years later …
I fit my palm over my wife’s mouth to mute her cries as I drive my cock into her pussy, drinking up every little noise she still manages to make. She rolls her hips to meet my cock her nails digging into my clothes to prick at my skin.
She’s so fucking perfect.
I thought so the first time I saw her running down the dirty alleyway, and I still think so, even though she’s traded the oversized hoodie for a pretty gown. No matter what she wears, it never takes away from her beauty or presence.
I can’t get enough of her. That much is obvious as I work her over my lap, her cunt gripping tightly to my cock. I thought I could be good and get through the night without taking her like this, but as soon as we got in the private car to go to the charity gala, I knew I was screwed.
And now we’re here.
She mutters something behind my hand and I lower it to catch her words. “We need to wrap it up, the event starts soon,” she gasps, grabbing onto my shoulders and rocking her hips harder.
We’re going to be late to her own party, but I will gladly accept the blame.
She’s been planning this thing for months. When she asked me for the funds to start her charity a few years ago, neither of us expected it to be so successful. All she wanted to do was help at-risk youth struggling with abuse, homelessness, and food insecurity. Apparently it was a much needed niche, because she’s been able to help kids and young people get off the streets and get out of shitty home situations. She has worked tirelessly to give them a truly safe space and make connections with families and people that want to help them with no expectation. Her personal goal for every kid she helps is to teach them they’re worthy of love without any conditions.
While I chipped in to help her start it, she’s done everything else on her own. It’s no wonder that most people balk when they find out who she’s married to—women like her don’t just end up with men like me. She’s working to do true good for the world, and I’m still running the city’s seedy underbelly. I’m sure people have questioned what she sees in me—and to tell the truth, I’ve done the same—but to me, it’s clear that I’m the lucky one. Yeah, she’s mine, but she also keeps her guard dog on a tight leash.
And I fucking live for it.
Since we got married and had two little ones, I’ve restructured big parts of my family’s operations. More and more of it is over the table, legitimate and legal with clean money running through it instead of shit we printed. Even so, my reputation is still notorious. There are still a few things we do that would make any sane man weep, but it’s rare that someone draws my wrath. Everyone knows I’m even more dangerous to cross, and I don’t care to change their minds in anyway.
“The event planner is going to kill me,” Renee whimpers.
I grip her hips and slam her down on my cock, making her keen and tighten around me. Her back arches as she begins to sob in my arms, begging me to come.
“We shouldn’t keep the guests waiting,” I grit out as I buck my hips up into her, fucking her hard and deep. In a last effort to help her over the edge, I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her breath catch with anticipation.
“Oh, Daddy, almost there,” she murmurs, her walls pulsing hotly around my shaft, showing me just how close she is to the edge. And then she falls over it with a little scream, her body pulling tight as she takes my final few thrusts.
“Fuck,” I groan hoarsely. My own orgasm storms through me as she comes, her perfect cunt milking me of every last drop of seed.
Both of us are panting as we start to straighten our clothes and clean up as much as we can. I know that we’d both rather just go home at this point, but this event is important to her. I know things like this aren’t her favorite part of her work, but I also know that making sure volunteers and staff members get recognized and celebrated for their work is the key objective tonight. She’s poured herself into planning this, in addition to everything she already does regularly.
When we finally get into the venue, we’re immediately flagged down by Renee’s event planner. “Ah, there you are!” she cries. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
“Sorry about that,” Renee says as her cheeks begin to flush that same pretty pink they always do. “Running late. The kids were a little needy before we left.”
