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“Yes, Sir. You know I do.”
He drags his teeth over the delicate skin of my neck. Then his hand finally slips into my panties, and he circles the pad of his middle finger on my clit. “You like the whole world knowing you belong to me?”
I arch my back as pleasure warms my core. “Y-yes.”
“You have any idea how hard it makes me knowing that you’re mine to do with as I please?” He sinks a thick finger inside me and I cry out, pushing my head back against the pillow. “Do you, sunshine?” He adds a second.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I wonder what part of you I should fuck tonight, huh?” he asks, smiling against my skin as he works his fingers deeper.
“Every part of me,” I tug at his hair, desperate for more of him.
“A greedy little sub too.”
“Greedy for you, Sir.”
“Damn fucking right you are,” he grunts, rubbing his palm over my clit and massaging my pussy walls with his skilled fingers.
Epilogue
LORENZO
THREE YEARS LATER
Stretching my neck, I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
“You look handsome, Daddy,” Luca says. My eyes find his in the mirror. His are deep pools of brown—full of happiness and trust. Three years old and, along with his two-year-old sister, Raven, the apple of mine and his mother’s eye.
“Thanks, son,” I say, flashing him a smile in the mirror that makes him giggle. “Not as handsome as you though.”
“And not as beautiful as Mommy,” he adds with an assured nod.
“No, definitely not as beautiful as your mommy.”
The door bursts open and Max walks through it, carrying the three-month-old Maximo Junior in the crook of his arm. “You not bolted yet, Loz?” He gives a wicked laugh and slaps me on the back.
“Fuck you,” I mutter quietly so Luca doesn’t hear me.
Max smiles at my reflection. “You look good, compagno. You okay?”
I slide my finger beneath the collar of my shirt and roll my neck again. “Why does everyone keep asking me if I’m okay?” He’s the third person in the past half hour who’s asked me that.
“Because it’s a big day.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror.
I know what they’re all thinking. It’s taken three long years and a hell of a lot of red tape to get us here. Who would have thought that getting a divorce from a dead man could be so difficult? Before I can reply to Max, Dante bounds through the door with two kids in his arms and another six scurrying around his feet. My daughter runs to me, clambering up my leg until I lift her and pull her close. She squishes my cheeks together and I press a soft kiss on her perfect little nose.
Max rolls his eyes. “How did we wind up with all the tiny demons in here?”
“They followed me,” Dante says with a shrug. “I’m like the Pied Piper or something. Besides, there are blow dryers and perfume and way too many people fussing around in that room. The kids are better in here with us, where there’s a giant ass TV.”
I place Raven on the floor to play with her brother and cousins. Maximo glances around the room, still holding onto Maximo Junior while his daughters, Bella and Jess, take control of the TV remote. “How in the hell did we end up with all these kids?” he asks with an exaggerated sigh. “I mean they outnumber us by far too many for my liking.”
Dante looks around the room at all of our kids laughing and playing together and a smile spreads across his face. Ten cousins all growing up in one house—it can get rowdy. They adore one another, and although they fight and squabble constantly, they fight for each other as much as against. They’re going to rule the fucking world together once they’re all grown. And nobody knows besides us yet, but Mia and I are about to add one more to the brood. We didn’t plan a third, but I spend so much time inside her, those odds were never going to be in our favor.
“So, how you doing, brother?” Dante asks.
I roll my eyes, but before I can snap at him for asking that fucking question, the door opens again. “Jess, please don’t take off your dress, sweetheart,” Joey says, spying her daughter about to pull her beautiful yellow dress off over her head.
