Epilogue
LORNA
SIX MONTHS LATER
“ A re you sure about having her tonight? We could just take her to the hotel with us.” I look at my pretty, baby girl in her bridesmaid’s dress and could cry at how adorable she is.
“You are not taking your six-month-old baby to a hotel on your wedding night.” Madalina shakes her head and looks at me as if I’m crazy.
“It’s just a lot for you to cope with,” I remind her, looking down at Isa and Carlotta, they’ve done amazing jobs as flower girls but the day’s clearly taken its toll on them.
“She’s not going to take no for an answer.” Dario manages to catch Maximo before he races off again. “Besides, we have to get used to handling four.” He rests his hand on the ever-so-tiny ridge that sticks out from his wife's bridesmaid’s dress, then smiles at her proudly.
“Daddy’s angel is going to be good for Auntie Madalina and Uncle Dario, aren’t you?” My new husband lifts our daughter from my arms and kisses the mass of black curls on the top of her head.
“She’ll be good as gold. This one, however…” Madalina takes Max from Dario and plants kisses all over his chubby little face. “...I swear the girls weren’t this feral at his age. He never stops.”
I kiss my little girl, then each one of the DeMarcos goodnight before getting into the car that's waiting to take me and Nic to our hotel.
“You know, we could have just gone back to the apartment, it’s not as if this is a traditional wedding night,” I point out.
“I’ve got something very special planned for my wife, tonight,” he promises, slowly sliding his hand up my leg and lifting my wedding gown with it.
“Ummmm, I wonder what that could be?” I soak my panties just thinking about it. Both of us knew as soon as Arella was born that we didn’t want to wait long to give her a brother or sister. Of course, I wanted to get the wedding out of the way and let my body recover before we started to try again, but now that the big day is over, there’s nothing holding us back.
“Where is this hotel?” I’m hoping it’s not far away because I am very much looking forward to my husband putting another baby inside me.
“Not far from here,” he tells me, slipping his finger into the pretty, white lace panties I’m wearing just for him, and stroking my sensitive flesh.
“You're getting knocked up tonight, Mrs Conte,” he growls in my ear as he applies the perfect pressure to my clit. “Do you want a baby from your husband as a wedding gift?” he asks, and when I nod back at him, he pinches my clit between his fingers and makes me moan.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you, first.” He withdraws his hand, leaving me wet and pulsing, as the car slows to a stop. He’s looking so fucking pleased with himself as he waits for his driver to open the door then once he gets out, he offers me his hand.
“What kind of hotel is this?” I look up at the huge house in front of us, it’s equally the size of Madalina and Darios’s place and, although it’s dark, the lights that are scattered around, light up the lawns surrounding it.
“Nic?” I squeal when he scoops me up off my feet and carries me up the steps to the front door.
“Welcome home, Mrs Conte.” He pauses to kiss me before kicking it open and carrying me over the threshold.
Inside is just as large and grand as you’d expect from a house this size and when he places me back on my feet, I stare at my husband, waiting for him to explain what's happening here.
“This is where we’re staying tonight?” The place looks empty, there doesn’t even seem to be any furniture here.
“Baby, this is where I plan on us staying for the rest of our lives.” He wraps his arms around my waist and grabs both my ass cheeks in his hands.
“What?” I laugh at him.
“This is our house, in our district. I’ve had the keys to this place for six months.”
“Six months!” My mouth drops open. How the hell could he have had this place for that long without me knowing?
“And before you get mad about me keeping it from you, hear me out.” He holds his finger up between us as if he can predict what's coming.
“Running a district can be hard. I watched my own father do it and saw what he sacrificed. I’ve wanted this my whole life, but I wasn’t prepared to sacrifice what was most important to me. You, Arella, and whoever comes along next…” He touches his hand over my tummy, reminding me how much I want to give him another child. “...will always be my priority. I wanted to be certain I could handle everything that comes with the responsibility of leadership before I brought you here and showed you this.” Seeing him bite the smile on his lips makes me want to jump his bones and fuck him right over there on the grand staircase. “I’ve been actively running this district for six months, it’s profitable and easily maintained. Dario’s helped me find men I can trust to work under me. So, what do you say?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“What do I say?” I shake my head trying to figure out what he means.
“This is an us decision, Lorna. I told Dario that I would only continue if it worked for us both. I’m asking if you think we can do it?”
“I know we can do it,” I whisper, holding my hands up over my mouth and blinking back tears as he lifts me up off my feet, again.
“I had all Bruno Monti’s belongings removed. I assumed you’d want a blank canvas to turn this place into a home,” he explains as he carries me up the stairs.
“How many bedrooms are there?” I search around the landing, counting at least six doors.
“Five in this wing, seven on the other side of the house.” He must see my eyes light up because he laughs. “Plenty of space for all the Conte princes and princesses you’re going to give me.” He carries me through to what I assume is the master bedroom because it’s three times the size of the bedroom we have in the apartment.
“Our bed?” I look at him in shock when I see the bed from our apartment here, in the center of this huge, spacious room.
“The same bed we made Arella on,” he tells me, placing me back on my feet and spinning me around. He tugs on the ribbons holding the bodice of my dress in place, as he kisses my shoulder. When I feel it loosen around me, he forces it off my body, revealing the underwear I picked out for him to fuck me in.
“You’re so fucking hot, what the hell were you thinking, marrying to me?” He snatches his hand under my jaw and kisses me, pushing me back onto the bed before he stands up and quickly strips out of his suit.
“You're sleeping with my cock buried inside you, tonight, pretty girl. I want to make a hundred percent certain that you don’t waste any of that cum I’m going to give you.” He climbs on top of me, taking a firm grip of one of my tits through my white lace bra as his thick, hard cock presses between my legs.
“I can’t wait till these fill up, again.” He pops one of my nipples into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth, while his other hand roughly rips at my panties and drags them off my thighs.
“You feel this?” He uses his knees to spread me wide open and presses his cock against my entrance, holding my throat in his hand as he slowly fills me. “This is just the start of what I’m going to give you. We’re going to be so happy here,” he promises, watching me squirm in pleasure as he feeds me his cock.
“That’s right, take it all, make me another perfect, little baby,” he growls as his thrusts get deeper and his grip on my throat tightens. “I can’t wait to see you walking around this big house, with a cute, little baby bump.” He grinds into me, kissing my lips and building my orgasm almost instantly. “Do you want me to fuck another baby into you, Mrs Conte?” he asks as my pulse beats against his fingertips and his forehead presses into mine. “Do you want this pussy brimming with cum, so you get another big, swollen tummy?”
“Yes.” I reach behind me and grab the headboard, as he smothers me in kisses and continues to thrust inside me. Just thinking about how it feels to be owned by him like that triggers me to come, and I feel my pussy tighten around him.
“That’s a good girl. I can feel how much you want it. Fuck, Lorna, I’m going to come so deep in this perfect little snatch that you’re going to feel it fucking happen. You’re going to feel me knock you up again.” I feel his hips slamming harder into mine, and one orgasm rolls into another, and when I feel him still and bite down on my shoulder, a spark of electricity shimmies up my spine as his heat explodes inside me.
“Good girl,” he growls against my skin, both of us catching our breaths as his cum spreads through me, and my walls clutch at him.
“I love you,” I tell him, knowing that I don’t say it often enough, and when he looks down over me and smiles, I feel that tingle in my toes and flutter in my stomach that confirms it.
“I love you too.” He drops his head into my shoulder and starts to laugh.
“Careful.” I wrap my legs tight around his hips so he remains inside me.
“Don’t worry, this cock’s staying in this hot, little pocket for the rest of the night,” he assures me.
“What were you laughing at?” I stare up at him curiously.
“Us, the situation we’re in. I can’t believe the girl who used to make me so fucking mad is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
“I bet I could still make you mad, Nic Conte?” I dance my fingers across his shoulder.
“I doubt it.” He shakes his head.
“How about if I told you that I promised Wes he could be our next child's godfather?” I test him.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I did.” I nod my head and watch his eyes flair at me.
“You're in a whole world of trouble.” He grabs hold of my hair and holds my hip tight to the mattress with his other hand.
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” I scowl at him because it’s true what they say. The line between love and hate is very thin, and I know this man makes the best kind of love when he’s hating.
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