Page 101 of Read This Before the Villain falls in Love with You

"Always," he growls low, his fingers parting me, sliding into my slick heat with deliberate, aching slowness.

"Fuck," I whimper into the sheets as his mouth covers my neck, biting down hard enough to mark before his fingers drive deeper, making my hips jerk against the restraints. "Luca, please."

He plants his knees on either side of my hips and shoves my thighs wide apart. "Look at me. Tell me who owns this mouth."

"You do," I cry out, trembling from the friction as he pushes inside in one brutal, deep thrust that steals every breath from my lungs. "You do, Luca."

He grips my hips with bruising force, setting a relentless, punishing tempo that rattles the heavy bed frame. Every roll of his hips finds that exact sweet spot, dragging filthy curses and breathless sobs from my throat until my toes curl and my vision blurs into sparks.

He reaches down, quickly undoing the belt around my wrists. As soon as my hands fall free, he captures my left hand, interlacing our fingers against the pillow while he hammers into me, unrelenting and raw.

"Open your eyes, Nora," he demands, voice strained and thick with climax. He reaches into the pocket of his discarded trousers on the side table, his movements sharp and purposeful, never breaking his rhythm inside me.

Cold, heavy metal slides over my ring finger while his hips drive home in one final, shattering plunge. A brilliant emerald-cut diamond catches the faint moonlight. Before I can scream, my orgasm tears through me like wildfire, squeezing him so tightly he groans out an oath, shuddering violently as he spills deep inside me.

"Marry me," he growls against my mouth, his sweat dripping onto my collarbone, his thumb pressing the platinum band firmly against my skin. "Tell me yes, Nora. You're never leaving this house."

I sob against his lips, wrapping my aching arms around his neck. "Yes. Yes, you arrogant prick."

After, we lie tangled in sheets that definitely need replacing, the window open to the evening air. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my spine. Mine rest over the scar on his shoulder like they belong there.

His fingers tangle gently in my hair. "You're really staying."

"I'm really staying," I confirm, kissing his bare shoulder.

"Good." He pauses, his thumb brushing along my collarbone. "Nonna already ordered wedding menu. She told me if you left she'd hunt you across Europe herself."

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze. "She has the wooden spoon ready, doesn't she?"

"She had it polished," he confesses with a slight smirk.

"Terrifying. But fucking accurate."

Outside, the family noise settles into the usual evening rhythm. Someone puts music on. Nonna shouts about portion sizes. This Life is stupid and loud but it's ours, and I want to be always same.

I came here unconscious on a private jet. I'm staying awake, eyes open, choosing the mess.

I close my eyes, Luca's heartbeat steady under my palm, and let the house hold us both.

Home, as it turns out, was never the skyline. It was the decision.

Epilogue 2

LUCA

Waking up with my wife’s mouth wrapped around my cock is not how I expected this Sunday to start, but I am not stupid enough to complain.

Nora’s dark hair spills over my thighs in a tangled mess. The duvet is kicked halfway off the mattress, morning light cutting across the headboard in sharp gold lines. Her hand curls tight around the base of my shaft, pumping in steady rhythm while her throat takes me in, warm and slick.

I sink my fingers into her curls, letting out a low, rough breath. She hums against my skin, vibrating straight through my spine, completely aware of the damage she is doing.

When she pulls back to take air, saliva strings between her lips. She flashes a wicked, filthy grin up at me from between my knees. "Good morning, husband."

I thread my fingers deeper through the soft tangle of her curls. "You're going to kill me before eight in the morning."

She flashes that sharp, wicked smirk, whispering against my skin before dipping down to take me back into her mouth. "Consider it standard crisis control, boss."

She takes her time until my hips jerk off the sheets and I spill hot down her throat. Nora takes every drop without dropping, swallowing around me before she licks along the sensitive underside and crawls up my body like a cat.