Born into Sin: An Age Gap Dark Mafia Romance (Devils Will Rise: Melnikov Legacy Book 1)

Epilogue

Three Months Later

Natalya

“Are you hungry?”

I smile at Lucia when I walk into the kitchen. Before I can even answer, she’s grabbing me some brioche she made earlier and fixing me a sandwich.

“I’m not that hungry,” I try and tell her, but she waves me off with a smile and adds some fresh fruit to the plate. I swear she and Dominic are on a mission to make me gain as much weight as possible. He denies it, but he can’t ever deny it with a straight face.

“Thank you, Lucia,” I tell her, returning her smile when she hands me the plate and a glass of orange juice. “I’m going to eat it in Dominic’s office.”

“Tell him I’m making his favorite lasagna for supper.”

“I will,” I promise her and then take my plate down the hall to the door that always used to intimidate me. Now, I just give a soft knock and walk in before shutting the door behind me. The curtains are pulled back, and the windows are raised, letting in a warm breeze and the sweet scent of the roses I planted along the house.

My husband is smiling at me from behind his desk while he talks on the phone. He hooks a finger at me and pushes his chair back so I can sit on his lap. Setting my plate down on the enormous desk, I can’t help but remember the time he ate me out on it. He notices my blush and kisses my cheek before nuzzling his nose in my hair, breathing me in.

While he talks in Italian to whoever is on the line, he nudges my plate closer, encouraging me to eat. I smile at his worry and take a bite. His office used to be devoid of anything sentimental, but now there are photos all over the place. Snapshots from our honeymoon in Italy are sitting on his bookshelves, along with a couple of framed photos of him and his sister. I smile when I see the one of her giving him rabbit ears while they both laugh. On the wall across from us is a large, framed photo from our wedding. The photographer captured our highly inappropriate kiss, and she’d snapped a photo right as Dominic was pulling back and cupping my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world while I stare up at him with big eyes and pink-stained cheeks. It’s his favorite photo, and he’d immediately had it blown up and framed.

The smaller framed photo on his desk is one that I surprised him with. It’s the photo from my Uncle Matvey’s wedding, the one where he’s holding me as a baby. He’s looking down at me, and I’m gripping his finger and looking up at him. It’s my favorite photo.

It might be weird to some, but I know Dominic and I were always supposed to be together. It’s a hell of an age gap, but at the end of the day, it’s just a damn number, and life is too short to worry about shit like that.

I take another bite, and it earns me a kiss on the temple. I lean back against him, loving the way his hand always goes to rest possessively on my belly. I’m growing rounder, and he’s loving every damn second of it.

He keeps up his fast conversation while I eat and think about how damn sexy he sounds speaking his native language. I’m not at all surprised when he slips one of his hands under my dress so he can touch me skin to skin. His fingers caress my small baby bump while I finish almost everything on my plate and he grows hard beneath my ass.

When he finally hangs up and tosses his phone on the desk, the first thing he does is cup my face with his free hand and turn me towards him for a kiss. It’s slow and deep and leaves me breathless and wanting more.

“I love how pregnant you’re looking, principessa.”

I laugh and cup his face, running my fingers through the thick stubble. “I’m only going to get bigger. Soon I’ll be too big for your lap.”

He smiles and kisses me again. “Never, sweetheart, and you’d better get bigger, way bigger.” His fingers trail a path along my skin. “Our daughter needs to grow a lot more, and so do you.”

We found out last week that we’re having a girl, and I swear Dominic hasn’t stopped smiling since. When we’d told my dad he was going to have a granddaughter, he’d actually hugged Dominic, and even though he denies it, I know I saw a couple of tears. The two of them are already buying things for the nursery, and it’s a good thing my favorite color is pink, because our baby is going to be surrounded by it for the foreseeable future.

“I thought for sure you’d be disappointed we aren’t having a boy.”

“Oh, we’re having boys, sweetheart, a houseful of them.” He gives me a smug grin and a wink. “We’re just having a daughter first. I plan on keeping you pregnant. I’m a lot older than you, principessa. We don’t have any time to waste.”

He’s not entirely wrong, but that doesn’t mean I want to jump straight into another pregnancy after giving birth, but that’s a discussion for another day, so I just return his kiss and snuggle in deeper against him while he feeds me the last of my strawberries. Not cleaning my plate isn’t an option when he’s around.

“Good girl,” he tells me when I’ve finished off the last bite and downed the rest of my orange juice.

“So what was the call about? Everything okay?”

He sighs and leans back in his chair, keeping his arms securely around me. “Everything’s fine. The upper level is almost complete on La Dolce Vita, and several men are already buying their spots at the tables.”

“You’ll need to beef up security. I’m guessing some of those guys aren’t going to be too happy when they start losing massive amounts of money.”

He smiles at my worrying, and I can’t resist kissing the chiseled line of his stubbled jaw.

“Don’t worry, Dario is already taking care of it. There will be extra security, and no weapons are allowed on the second floor.”

“You won’t be armed?”

He kisses my scrunched up brow. “Relax, principessa. The rules don’t apply to me or my men.”

“Okay, good, because I have a feeling a lot of dangerous men are going to want to get in on this. Look at how many get involved in my dad’s underground fighting. What is it about men and money?”

“It’s power, sweetheart. Men love power, and dangerous men love it even more.”

His finger grazes the top of my panties, slowly dipping inside to run along my skin.

“Maybe you should stay home while you’re pregnant. It’s safer here.”

I roll my eyes at him because we’ve been over this before.

“Be happy I’m talking it out, sweetheart. I could just tie you to the damn bed.”

That gets a laugh out of me while he raises a dark brow.

“I’ve shot people for less than that.”

I smile and cup his face, bringing him closer. “Yes, but you wouldn’t shoot me.”

“Never, baby.” He grabs my hips and moves me so I’m straddling him and we’re chest to chest. My dress rides up my thighs, and he can’t take his eyes off the swell of my breasts. I’ve grown an entire cup size since getting pregnant, and we’re both enjoying the hell out of it.

“The rules don’t apply to you either, principessa, not that it matters.” He gives a soft laugh and nuzzles his face between my breasts with a groan. “You’d just break them anyway.”

I thread my fingers in his hair and rock my hips, grinding against the hard length of him. “I would,” I agree, knowing he’s right.

He grips my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh, reminding me of the first night I’d spent in his bedroom and the Bernini sculpture I couldn’t look away from. Unlike Hades, Dominic didn’t steal me away and force himself on me. I’d gone after him, and I’d teased and taunted him until he took what I so freely wanted to give him, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, because he was always meant to be mine.

This man and the baby that’s growing inside me are my future, and there’s nothing more precious than that.

“My willful wife,” he teases. Keeping his dark eyes on mine, he brings his hands up, hooking his fingers under the spaghetti straps at my shoulders and gently tugging them down until my breasts are exposed. His eyes rake over the pink, lacy bra I’m wearing, and when he fills his hands with me and runs his thumbs over my aching nipples, I moan his name and arch my back for him.

“You’re always so defiant, sweetheart,” he says, giving my nipples a soft pinch that has me grinding harder against him as he gives a deep, masculine laugh at my reaction, “but so fucking submissive if an orgasm is involved.”

Leaning closer, he wraps his mouth around one of my breasts, sucking hard and filling his mouth with me. I can feel the wet heat of his tongue through the lace, and all I can think about is getting more.

“Stop teasing me, Dom,” I moan. “Please give me what I need.”

His response is a gentle bite before he lifts me up and sets me on the edge of his desk. Standing up, he steps between my thighs, already working his belt off.

“I want to see my nice little submissive wife,” he teases, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick, hard cock. I bite my lip at the sight of him so ready for me, already thinking about how damn good it’s going to feel when he slides into me. I crave the sting of him, the burn of being stretched too wide, and the devilish grin on his face makes it obvious he knows it.

In one quick motion, my panties are ripped off and tossed aside and he’s pressed against my slit, ready to take what’s his.

“Now show me what a good girl you can be, principessa.”

And I do.

With my husband’s powerful body wrapped around mine, I submit to him completely, body and soul. I’ve never been able to resist him, not that I’d ever want to. Dominic’s very presence demands obedience, and I’ve always been more than happy to give it to him, especially when the rewards are so damn earth shattering.

When I hear Dominic’s deep voice in my ear, a fast string of Italian that sounds like pure sex to me, I give him what he wants and let go, showing him just what a good girl I can be. He follows me with a deep groan and a hard thrust that locks our bodies together, and I never want this moment to end.

With my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, I whisper, “I love you,” in a shaky, breathless voice.

“I love you too, principessa,” he whispers back before bringing his lips back to mine.

This isn’t the life I imagined myself having—it’s a million times better, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it. With that thought firmly in place, I kiss him again as he scoops me into his arms to carry me back to our room. There’s still a few hours before supper, and I’m guessing we’ll be spending them in bed.

With a smile on my face, I kiss my husband and nestle my face against his neck so I can breathe in his scent, more than happy to lose myself in him again.

THE END