Epilogue
Three Months Later
Daniella
“Fuck, these tits are perfection.”
Matteo tweaks my nipples, and I push my chest forward, needing more. Always more.
He pulls one into his mouth and sucks on the hardened peak. “Your belly might not have grown as much as you were hoping it would, but these tits did.”
I snort out a laugh at my husband, which quickly dies down when he thrusts two fingers inside me.
It’s Sunday morning, and I woke up to him palming my breasts while he ground his hard cock against my ass.
If I thought he was attracted to me before, it’s got nothing on the way he acts now that my pregnancy has finally started to show.
He couldn’t keep his hands off me before, but now, even in his sleep, he’s touching my pregnant body in some way.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs right before he drops his face to my pussy and sucks on my clit.
Within minutes, I’m coming all over his face, but instead of pulling back, he laps at my orgasm like he’s dying of thirst and my juices are his only source of hydration.
“I could live off the taste of your cunt,” he says, rolling off the bed and licking his lips.
I’ll never get over the way my husband desires every part of me. We’ve only been together for a short time, but the man is definitely good for my self-confidence.
He eye-fucks me—I’m sure trying to decide how he’s going to fuck me.
Now that I’m showing, he’s more careful. We do it all from behind because he doesn’t want to squish me.
But this morning, I’m in the mood for something different. So, before he can make a decision, I crawl over to the edge of the bed and slide down so I’m parallel with his erection.
I wrap my fingers around his thick, hard length and kiss the head of his cock, making him groan. And then I take him all the way down my throat, fucking him with my mouth, until he’s moaning that he’s about to come.
“Not yet,” I tell him, making him adorably pout, like a child being told he can’t have dessert before dinner.
With my breasts pressed together, I guide his cock through the middle, and he curses under his breath. He’s mentioned titty-fucking me several times, but he’s yet to act on it.
“Jesus, Sweetness,” he hisses, watching as I fuck him with my breasts.
When I lean over and suck on the head, he loses it. Replacing my hands with his own, he thrusts his cock between my breasts—up and down, the metal bars rubbing my flesh.
“Yes,” I breathe, continuing to lick his cock while he fucks my breasts. “That’s it. Come all over my tits.”
My dirty talk is his undoing. He thrusts one more time, and then spurts of cum shoot from his slit, landing all over my neck and breasts.
While he stands there, catching his breath, I lock eyes with him and dip my finger into the stickiness. I bring the tip of my finger to my mouth and suck on the cum, making him groan.
“Keep that shit up, and the second you pop this little one out, I’ll be knocking your ass up again.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
He leans down and takes my face into his hands. “A motherfucking promise. Now, get your ass in the shower. We have plans today.”
“Happy baby shower, sis.” Lorenzo hands me a card and kisses my temple.
I’m due next month, and since the nursery has been ready for months and the baby has everything she’ll need, I told Matteo I didn’t want to do a baby shower.
But Bri and Peyton had other plans. When we showed up at Pasquale’s, thinking we were having dinner with our family, we walked in to find the most beautiful baby shower.
I open the card, and inside is a gift certificate to the spa downtown that I love.
“Figured you might want to have some time for yourself before the baby comes … and after.” Lorenzo shrugs.
“This is awesome. I was just telling Peyton that I need to get my hair and nails done before I go into labor.” I push the certificate back into the envelope and give my brother a hug. “Thank you.”
“What? Nothing for me?” Matteo jokes.
“Oh, it’s totally for you too,” I say, waggling my brows and making everyone laugh.
“This is from Larisa and Walter,” Peyton says, handing me another envelope.
I open it, and inside is a certificate for baby-and-me classes.
Larisa and Walter are on a trip but plan to return once I have the baby, so it’s nice that they thought to have Peyton give us a gift even though they couldn’t be here.
“I love the classes,” Peyton says, obviously knowing what’s inside. “Now, you’ll be able to join me!” She grins and then hands me another envelope. “This is from Dominick and me.”
“You guys didn’t have to do this,” I say, opening the envelope.
I pull the card out and laugh at what I read. “A weekend away for two at Hotel Blu with couple massages and a promise to babysit.”
“Trust me, after the baby comes, you’re going to need it,” Peyton says with a laugh.
“I love this!” I hug Peyton. “This is perfect.”
“Hell yeah,” Matteo says, giving his brother and then Peyton a hug.
“Here’s my gift,” Bri says. “It’s not as creative.” She side-eyes Peyton, who sticks her tongue out at her playfully.
I open the envelope, and inside is a certificate of stocks. “What is this?” I ask.
“It’s your baby’s first investment. I bought some stocks, and once she’s born, I’ll transfer it into her name.
I want her to have something of her own so she never feels like she’s dependent on anyone,” Bri says, emotion laced in every word.
She clears her throat and then adds, “And every year, for her birthday and holidays, I’m going to add to it. ”
“Bri,” I breathe out, “this is so thoughtful. Thank you.”
“Yeah,” Peyton agrees. “You just got the twins a stroller.”
Bri laughs. “I actually got them each one as well.” She pulls the envelopes out of her purse. “One for each of the twins and one for Damien. I know their parents are rich, but …”
“I get it,” I say, pulling her in for a hug. “Thank you.”
“Okay, enough of that,” Bri says when she steps back. “I think it’s time for some—”
Her words are cut off when a gentleman steps into the restaurant. He’s dressed in a sharp gray business suit that somehow contradicts his messy brown hair and stubbled jaw.
Immediately, the guards are on him, blocking his entry, but that doesn’t seem to sway him as his golden-brown eyes lock on Bri.
“Sorry, the restaurant is closed,” Ian says.
“Actually, I’m here for the baby shower,” he says, his voice smooth and confident. “Even brought a gift.” He holds up a small wrapped package and smirks.
“And you are?” Dominick asks.
“Kane Morgan.” He tries to step past the guards, but they stop him, so he sighs and stays where he is when he says, “I believe you all are responsible for killing the majority of my family.”
“Fuck,” my brother hisses. “I knew I recognized the name.” He steps forward. “You’re Kane Morgan, owner of Morgan Enterprises.”
“The one and only.” Kane grins.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” Matteo asks, not sounding at all shocked at who this man is or what he accused them of. “You thought you’d come in here and what? Take us out in the middle of a restaurant that’s under our protection with our guards standing right here?”
Kane laughs, and the sound sends a chill straight up my spine.
“That’s not the kind of revenge I’m interested in.
The best kind of revenge is success.” He unbuttons and opens his suit jacket.
“Feel free to check me. I’m not armed.” He tosses the gift to Matteo.
“For my niece or nephew.” He glances at me.
“Congrats, by the way. It’s a shame my brother isn’t here to watch his child grow up. ”
My brother …
Where have I heard that before?
And then it hits me …
“My brother might not think this is the way to get revenge, but I happen to disagree.”
I was so distraught from Enrique kidnapping me for a second time that I didn’t even think about what he was implying at the time.
Oh my God. He’s Enrique’s brother.
And he knows I’m pregnant with Enrique’s baby.
Thankfully, everyone already knows.
I insisted we be honest because if she came out looking like Enrique, I didn’t want our family to think I had been hiding it from Matteo. When we told them, Matteo made it clear the baby was his in every way that mattered, and none of them disagreed.
“Don’t fucking talk to my wife,” Matteo says. “That baby is ours. End of story.”
Kane raises his arms placatingly, and the guards pat him down. Once they’ve confirmed he’s not carrying any kind of weapon, they nod toward their bosses.
“So many deaths over women.” Kane shakes his head. “All I want is to save my father’s legacy.”
“Your father?” Dominick spits. “You mean the man who kept you hidden?”
“I mean the man who kept his cards close to his chest,” Kane corrects. “Who left me his entire empire.”
“The third party who bought Rothschild International,” Lorenzo notes.
“Joseph was grooming me to work alongside him,” Kane says. “Only he died before I could officially do so. He knew Anthony was a loose cannon. His only hope was the marriage he had arranged with your family.”
His eyes go to Bri, and I stifle my gasp because, holy shit, this man is Joseph’s son. We thought when Enrique died, we were rid of them, but apparently, the plot twists keep coming.
“And Enrique was too emotional. He’d never have cut it in the business world.”
“You don’t seem too torn up about your brother’s death,” Dominick notes.
“He chose to make it personal,” Kane says, his gaze going to me. “I loved my brother, but I warned him to keep it strictly business. He chose to avenge our father’s death his way, and he got what was coming to him. He was a grown man and knew the risks.”
I glance around, and while Peyton looks as confused and shocked as I am, Bri looks almost … pained. Does she know who he is?
“And what makes you think we won’t kill you the same way we killed the rest of your family?” Matteo says.
“I haven’t done anything to you, and from what I’ve observed, you’re honorable men.” His gaze bounces from Dominick, to Matteo, to Lorenzo.
“Get to the point,” Matteo demands. “What do you want?”
“I want what my father was owed,” Kane says simply. “Our families made an agreement years ago, and I’m here to collect. A third of the business and”—his eyes go straight to Bri—“her.”