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“Mmm… What? Was he wrong?”
“No. I’m just not sure it’s something I want you to know. I don’t want you afraid of me, Em.”
“Do I look like I’m afraid of you, Niko?” I chastise. I lean down to undo the button on his pants.
“Fuck, Em…” he groans. I hear the hunger breaking through his pain and that’s what I want. I want him to hold onto us and how we are with one another. That’s what I do. That’s how I’m surviving.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I practically whimper as I carefully unzip his pants around his huge cock.
“Are you sure you want me like this right now?” he growls, reaching out to grab my hip and pull me to him. I encircle his cock with my fingers, squeezing tightly.
“Am I sending mixed signals here?” I tease because we both know I’m not.
“Let’s go home and I’ll clean up—”
“Stop stalling and show me what the devil is capable with his woman.” I straddle him again, rocking against his cock. His fingers press deep into my skin, sending a thrill through my body because I know tomorrow, I will see the bruises and know that I drove Niko to this. He wants me just as much as I want him.We need each other.
“I can’t be gentle with you right now, Emilia. I’m dealing with too much.”
“I’m not asking for gentle. I want my man. Let me in, Niko. Don’t shut me out.”
He reaches down, adjusts his cock and before I can even catch my breath, he’s thrusting inside of me. His mouth claims mine in a violent kiss and I hold on for dear life as he takes us both on a ride that I will never forget.
Niko may think of himself as a devil, but to me he is an angel. He’s the reason I’m still standing…
He’s everything to me. and I accept him just like he is. In fact, the simple truth is, I belong to him.
Heart. Mind. Body. Soul.
Forever—no matter what.
Epilogue
NIKO
Two Months Later
Emilia is eating cereal at the breakfast bar as the sun slowly rises and begins shining through the kitchen window. I’m supposed to be reading the files that Antonio had dropped off, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off her.
In the past couple of months, Emilia and I have started to heal. We feel the loss of her father every day, but we’re able to find some moments of laughter and joy when we remember him too. There are times that I swear I can feel him with us. It’s going to be a long process, but we will get through this like everything else we do—together.
“Where’s Vic at today? Do you know?” she suddenly asks.
“He asked for some personal time,” I respond.
“Of which you were only too glad to give him,” she jokes, cackling when I give her an annoyed look.
“He wants my wife. He’s lucky I let him live,” I mutter.
“Oh, get real. You like him. Admit it.”
“As long as he’s away from you.”
“He’s got other things on his mind,” she murmurs, her eyes sparkling.
“What’s that mean? Do you know something I don’t?”
“My cousin, Angelina, is moving into her own place today—far away from her mother. Vic seemed awfully interested in that tidbit of information when I shared it with him.”
