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“Ellis. Oz told me his name was Ellis.”
“What the fuck was his problem? He’s a goddamn nutjob who hates New Yawkuhs,” I tell him, mimicking the same chef’s kiss gesture he used around me.
“Ready for secrets?” he asks me.
“Yeah, just let me get this out. Sitting in that place today with him, I realized that I wanted to be a mother to our children. Especially when it was a possibility that it wouldn’t happen. I want to be your wife.”
“Great. Hold that thought,” he says with a boyish charm I don’t think I’ve ever seen from him. He gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom, where he shouts, “Fuck! Where is it?”
He comes in his bedroom, scanning the space until it lands on the dresser where I put the ring box back in the place he’s let it sit for weeks. Narrowing his gaze at me, he picks it up and comes back over to the bed.
“Did you look in here?” he asks.
“Don’t make a liar out of me,” I tell him.
“Of course you did. Where was it?”
“It was under my bed. I found it when I got home earlier. I think it fell out when we were, uh, well, when you angry fucked me for coming home.”
“I’m not going to apologize for that because when you think about it, I was right,” he says nonchalantly, dropping to one knee.
“The fuck you were. You can’t tell me to not come home because it’s dangerous. I’m the wife of Alessandro De Luca. Loving you anywhere on this Earth is dangerous.”
“You’re right. Come here, mio dolce.” Holding his hand out, Alessandro wraps his fingers around mine. “I love you, Evelyn. I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m worthy of your yes. Your yes to letting me love you, your yes to letting me be a husband to you, your yes to letting me be a father to our children. Tell me you’ll let me love you. Don’t make a liar out of me. Marry me, again, be my wife, my friend, my love, my sweet, sweet Evelyn. Will you stay married to me?”
“Of course I will.”
Alessandro slips the engagement ring and wedding band onto my ring finger, and we seal our new love with a kiss. A kiss that explodes into passion where he pushes me onto the bed. Our bodies writhe together as my hand slips between us to feel his hardness ready for me and only me.
“You see what you do to me?” he whispers with a moan. It’s almost a whimper as my body blazes with heat and anticipation. Lust, love, relief, and home roll into one as I nudge him onto his back.
“I want to taste what I do to you,” i tell him, lowering my mouth to the tip of his cock. My tongue circles the tip before I slide down his shaft. Every soft, tender inch with its firm hardness presses flat against my tongue.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his hand moves to my hair, guiding my head until he makes me stop. “I don’t want to finish in your mouth. I need you to come for me first.”
I oblige my husband, pulling myself off his erection with a Pop before traveling up his body where I place my hands against the wall to sit on his face.
The tip of his tongue is cold at first, but soon, it heats me up as I find a rhythm to ride Alessandro’s mouth from one orgasm to the next. His moans vibrate between my thighs as my climax drips down his chin.
When he’s ready to slide inside me, Alessandro moves me onto my back with our fingers locking together. He slides inside me effortlessly, like we’re made for each other, a perfect fit as he thrusts, strokes, and kisses me into erotic pleasure.
Every roll of his hips coaxes me closer to another orgasmic cliff I can’t wait to fall over. He pulls his mouth away from me, staring at me with so much love in his eyes it hurts. It hurts to think this could have been taken away from us.
“Hold onto me, mio dolce.” His words are sincere, and I know what he means. Our hands separate for mine to wrap around him, touching his back, gingerly around his scar. “It’s okay, Evelyn. I belong to you. You own all of me.”
I close my eyes from the heat of the tears rolling down my cheeks. His mouth returns to mine, where every dip and dive inside me is powerful, symbolizing the bond we’ll share forever. Something to never question. A bond to never break. Our loyalty to each other’s hearts and happiness, forever entwined, tangled for a lifetime.
EPILOGUE ~ 1 YEAR LATER
ALESSANDRO
Handcuffs squeezing my wrists are cold, and the thought of spending the rest of my life in prison is a far more pleasant thought than waiting for what’s coming.
“We’re absolutely fucked.” I huff. Lorenzo’s sitting to my left, and Jenkins is on my right. Pop is sitting across from me, Don Matteo Rossi sits beside him, and Don Montegna is on my father’s left.
“No, you boys are fucked,” Don Montegna says with a jovial smile. “There’s no wife waiting for me at St. Christopher’s Cathedral.”
“Why ?” I ask him. “I don’t need a reminder. She’s going to kill me!”
