Bonus Epilogue
Pablo
This is one of the best days of my life. Meeting Flora, telling her I love her, proposing to her, and marrying her a month ago are the four highlights.
But today…
Today…
Today is the day fucking Lorenzo Mancinelli stands before my wife and fucking grovels.
He truly kisses the ring. He just extended his hand for Flora’s left one and bowed over her hand, proffering an air kiss over her four-carat engagement ring and three-carat wedding band.
She’s looking down at him with such an imperious expression that my cock’s hardening.
I dart my gaze to Michelle, who’s glaring at me. I shrug.
The reception for her son’s baptism was a perfect opportunity for this. All of the Four Families are together to witness the momentous occasion. Lorenzo Mancinelli eating crow.
Only the Mancinellis, Laura and Maks—because Laura is Michelle’s best friend, and Javier and Madeline—because she’s Laura’s younger sister—attended the service.
Maks and Javier went for their wives’ sake—and safety.
Not that the Mancinellis would ruin the day by doing something to Laura or Madeline.
It was to guard against any outside threat since the New York Mafia don’s entire family was together in a public location.
Other guests haven’t arrived for the reception yet. That’s more about showing off wealth and brokering under-the-table deals than celebrating the infant receiving his first sacrament.
“Florencia, I’m sorry for the danger I put you in. I’m sorry for embroiling you in syndicate business. I’m sorry for not telling Enrique and his family when I discovered Humberto hired a woman.”
“I accept your apology. Thank you. But do you intend to make the same mistake twice?”
Flora knows we commit the same sins over and over.
It’s why none of us go to church anymore except for family occasions like sacraments.
All the men in the Four Families gave up repenting since we know we’re just going to do the very thing we’d ask forgiveness for.
Each of us got to a point where it felt like we made a mockery of our faith by willfully ignoring the Commandments and thumbing our noses at the sanctity of confession and repentance.
“No. I do not.”
“You may not intend to, but will you?”
Michelle shifts to rock her son who’s waking up. She clearly wants this spectacle over, but I’m loving every moment of Flora roasting Lorenzo’s huevos. Watching him squirm in his three-piece suit is priceless.
“No, I will not.”
“Stay away from the women in my family, and I’ll believe you.”
“Thank you.”
Flora extends her right hand, and they shake. She turns to me as Lorenzo walks to Michelle and lifts their son into his arms. The doors to the ballroom open, and guests pour in. Soon noise fills the room as people greet one another. I pull Flora against me and whisper in her ear.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been harder than I am right now. You were breathtaking, reina.”
“Thank you, Papí.”
I guide her around a set of tables, but rather than stop where I see our place cards, I continue to steer us toward the door.
“Pablo?”
“I’m certain you want to wash your hands after touching his.”
“I have hand sani—”
I push open the restroom door and spin her against it, cutting off what she was about to say.
I flick the lock as I kiss her. Our hands fumble with each other’s clothes as she unfastens my pants, and I inch up her long pencil skirt.
I’m fucking throwing this fucking thing in the fucking trash when we get home.
Her ass looks too good in it anyway. The possessive beast in me hates knowing other people enjoy seeing it.
Mine.
I hoist her in the air and thrust into her. She Kegels over and over as she rides me. Her legs squeeze my waist as she clings to my shoulders.
“This is going to be hard and fast.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you feel amazing, baby girl.”
“You too, Daddy.”
We kiss to swallow each other’s moans. I pound into her until my knees shake.
I spin us and walk over to the counter. She presses one hand to the mirror—leaving fingerprints—and the other to the stall wall.
I bring her hips to the edge and keep going, my fingers leaving marks on her skin.
I kiss along her neck and down to her chest. I let go of her hips to unbutton her blouse.
She’s wearing a padded bra to hide the nipple clamps.
She was nervous about standing in front of everyone, so I put the clamps on her.
The pain was enough of a distraction to keep her mind from spinning.
I remove them, and she whimpers as the blood rushes into her sensitive nipples.
I suck on each side until I feel her tighten around my cock but not release like when she Kegels.
“May I come, Daddy?”
“Yes, chiquita.”
“Fuck, Pablo…Yes…A little more…Just like that, Daddy…Yes! I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming!”
I know she’s speaking barely above a whisper, but her voice fills my ears. Each pant. Each word. Every time she says Daddy. It’s pushing me to the edge.
“I’m going to come, little girl.”
I feel the first jet of cum as it coats the inside of Flora’s cunt.
Then the second and third. I pull out and grab between her bra cups.
I pull her forward and spray her tits. She’ll know I marked her even when her clothes hide it.
We’re breathless as we share quick kisses.
We put our clothes back together after I help her off the counter.
“You look gorgeous, chica. You’re throwing out that skirt when we get home.”
She freezes then steps in front of me when we turn to the door. She shakes her ass as she reaches for the lock. I spank her before wrapping my arm around her waist.
“I’ll remind you of that when we get home.”
“I know.”
I kiss her behind the ear as she unlocks the door. I pull it open, and we come face to face with Shane and Carys O’Rourke. The women both look away, and Shane and I glare at each other.
“We’ll find another one.”
Shane mutters as he wraps Carys’s arm around his. I smirk. Flora elbows me, and I look down to see her face is scarlet.
“They came to do the exact same thing.”
“Yeah, but they hadn’t already. We had.” Her words are a choked hiss.
“I bet every couple finds a restroom at some point tonight. Hell, even Michelle and Lorenzo will probably slip away. And if any couple doesn’t, they’ll do it in their town car on the way home.”
“It’s no wonder our families are huge.”
“Yup. Now let’s get back inside before Mamá and Papá notice we’re gone.”
We arrive at our table, and my parents barely glance at us. They know. I think my face might be the same shade as Flora’s.
“It’s a good thing I love you, Daddy.” I take my seat beside Flora as she whispers to me.
“I love you too, chiquita.”