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“I do, too.” I reach between us, my hand wrapping around him as I guide him against my entrance, biting my lip against a moan as I feel the tip slip inside of me. “I need you. I need—”
I don’t have to say aloud what it is that I need. Alessio crushes my mouth to his, his fingers winding through my hair and pressing against the back of my head as he kisses me long and slow and deep, his hand on my hip guiding me down until he’s fully inside of me, the two of us pressed together. The water ripples around us, splashing against the edge as I rock against him, gasping with each movement of him inside of me. He’s thick and hard, filling me up entirely, and Alessio’s tongue slides against mine in the same rhythm that his cock thrusts into me, his hands guiding me as I ride him for the first time.
He leans back against the tub, still kissing me as he pulls me against his chest, and I roll my hips, gasping with pleasure as my clit grinds against his slick, wet skin. “You feel so good,” I whisper, breathless as I arch above him, moving faster as I chase my own pleasure, his groans muffled as I kiss him again. “Alessio—”
“I know.” His hand tightens in my hair, his hips bucking up against me, and some of the water sloshes onto the floor as he thrusts. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good—”
I know he’s going to pull out when he’s close, and I don’t want him to. I slip my hand between us, stroking my clit as I rock my hips, gasping with each movement of his cock, and I’m on the edge, my muscles tensing as I move faster. I kiss him hard, teeth grazing his lower lip as the climax bursts over me, unable to stop myself from moaning and wanting to muffle the sound. His hands squeeze my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, and I feel him buck up into me before he can stop himself. The near-pained groan he lets out gives me the first clue that he lost control before I feel him go rock-hard inside of me, swollen and throbbing as I feel the hot rush of his cum for the first time.
It sends me over the edge again, one hand gripping the side of the tub as I throw my head back, the sound I make filling the room this time as a second orgasm crashes over me. Alessio’s hands are almost bruising, the sound of his pleasure mingling with mine, and he gasps as he sags back in the tub, realization crossing his face.
“Shit,” he mutters, although he doesn’t slip out of me. “We—fuck. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I couldn’t stop—”
“I don’t care.” I lean forward, crushing my lips against his again. I feel him twitch inside of me, still hard, and I rock against him once more, wanting him all over again. “I want a family with you, Alessio. I know you want time—but I think we’ve both seen that we don’t know how much of it we’re going to get. I want whatever we have together, however it happens. And I don’t want anything to stand in the way of that.”
For a moment, I’m not sure if I’ve convinced him. But he stands up, lifting me with him so that my legs wrap around his hips, water sloshing everywhere as he steps out of the tub and carries me to the bed. He spills me back onto it, careless of how wet we both are still, pushing my damp hair out of my face as he starts to thrust inside of me again.
“Bellisima,” he whispers, his lips grazing over mine. “My wife. My love—”
He groans it, over and over, punctuating each thrust with soft words, filling the air with promises of love. I wrap myself around him, clinging to him, arching under the weight of him atop me until I feel him let go inside of me again, this time without hesitation, and I come too. I shudder around him, moaning his name, and I know that this is everything that I want.
He has always been everything that I’ve wanted.
Even in the darkest times, Alessio has kept me safe. And I know he always will.
Forever.
Epilogue
Gianna
It takes three months before we can go back home. Adrian Drakos generously hosts us for the first month of that, until we feel confident that no one else will be following us to Greece. Then we take up residence in a private rented home, with so much security that some days I feel stifled.
But most days, I just feel happy—happier than I’ve been in so long. Greece becomes our home away from home for a little while, a place for Alessio and I to fall deeper in love as the fear and grief of the months, weeks, and days before slowly softens and becomes something more manageable. I still have nightmares, but he’s always there to soothe me back to sleep, and they’re fewer and fewer as the days go on. And as our time in Greece stretches to two months, and then three, I find that I have something to tell Alessio—but I want to wait until we’re back home.
Slowly, as we wait it all out in a place that—like so many others for us now—has both good and bad memories, the pieces of it all come together. They might have sooner, if my father hadn’t kept me so in the dark about anything to do with his business—and if he hadn’t trusted Lorenzo, a man who I’d never felt comfortable around, so completely.
“Promise me you’ll listen, if there’s ever anyone I feel unsure about,” I tell Alessio one night as we lay in bed, not long after finding out the role that Lorenzo played in it all—that he helped the Leone family breach our defenses, helped change the guard logs—and that he was responsible for the information that led Enzo here, to Greece, and to us.
“I listened to you about Lorenzo when I first arrived, didn’t I?” Alessio asks, and I have to concede that he did. The fact that hewouldn’thave been Alessio’s right hand—something I think he suspected from the start once he knew what was in my father’s will—was a driving force behind his defection. Enzo promised him wealth and power and a place that he wouldn’t have achieved otherwise. Whether or not Enzo would have kept his promises, Lorenzo believed him.
“Sometimes I wish we could stop being who we are,” I whisper in the darkness, curled against Alessio’s side. “All of these machinations, the betrayals—even if we’re careful, there’s no guarantee it won’t happen to us one day. Sometimes, I wish I could just be ordinary.”
“I know.” Alessio turns onto his side, looking at me. “There’s your father’s legacy to think of. He entrusted it to us both. We can’t just run away from it. But we’ll—try to do things differently. You’re going to go to Northwestern when we go home. When we have children, we’ll raise them to think about things differently, to look at the world in a way that the families around us now don’t. Your father tried to do that with you, and we’ll continue it.” He kisses me softly, and at that moment, I want more than anything to tell him the secret I’m holding onto. But I don’t—not yet.
I want to save that for when we go back home.
The moment we walk in the doors, I’m glad that I did. Even with all the bad that’s happened here, walking into the familiar wood-floored foyer, with the scent of vanilla and the hint of lemon cleaning supplies filling the air, the furnishings and decorations and art that are all so familiar, I feel like I’m stepping back into an embrace.
“I think I could sleep for a year,” Alessio groans, and I laugh softly, taking his hand.
“I have something I want to show you first.”
I don’t know the other bosses’ wives well, though Alessio has gotten to know Nikolai Vasilev and Theo McNeil somewhat, since he arrived here and took my father’s place. I went out on a limb and called Marika McNeil, asking her if she could help me while we were in Greece—and to my surprise, she did. With the help of her sister-in-law, Lilliana, Nikolai’s wife, they sent me pictures back and forth for weeks, asking for approvals and choices. It all led to this—the room that I lead Alessio up to on the third floor, just down from our bedroom suite.
Alessio frowns at me. “What’s this?” he asks, and I smile at him, trying to contain myself.
“Close your eyes,” I tell him, and I open the door, leading him inside. “Now you can look.”
