Epilogue #2
James and I moved into this penthouse shortly after his promotion.
The day we walked in, he turned me to the windows and asked, “Are they fit for a princess like you?” When I told him yes, he pushed me against them and said, “Good, because they are perfect to fuck your addicting little cunt against.”
I cleared my throat at the memory and smiled up at him. “I love you.”
He checked his watch and made a sound of approval. Before I could ask, he swooped me up on the counter, shoving the letter onto the ground where it belongs.
“James, what—”
His hands shoved my dress up to my waist and urged me to sit back.
I watched as he pulled off his t-shirt, my core humming in approval.
“We still have time for me to show you how much I love you, Haley Garner.” He gently pulled my panties down and gave me a wicked smile before his tongue ran up my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned, my hands digging into his damp hair.
“This cunt tastes so fucking good,” he growled against me as his arms hooked my legs over his shoulders.
He devoured me, leaving no room for mercy as I screamed and begged him for it.
He bit, sucked, licked, and worshipped me.
When I came down from my high, he stood, his face glistening with me.
He turned to grab a towel, but I sat up and stopped him.
“Wait.”
He turned back to me, his eyes flaring. “We don’t have time. We have to be at Sullie’s soon.”
I pouted and dropped my hand to his hard erection under his sweats. “So you don’t want to stretch me?” I batted my eyelashes, and his jaw tightened and suddenly, I was pulled down off the counter and bent over it, his palm landing on my ass, causing me to cry out.
“Oh, I’ll stretch you, princess,” he hissed as he slammed his thick cock into me.
We fucked and shouted our love for each other as the setting sun blazed through our home. I smiled as he pulled me against him, both of us covered in sweat, realizing we'd made it.
We got our happy ending.
Kay
“Voydy vie moiu stranu, the umresh,” my demon said calmly into his phone.
Enter my country, you will die.
There was a dark chuckle on the other end of the line before Col hung up and put it into his suit jacket.
It had been a year since Ray Romano’s death and Col’s rise into power.
He was now the Mafia King of the United States, working with the FBI and my brother.
Jermey was the new king of St. Louis, running the underground while keeping the peace.
He and Col have been working closely together on the runs—drugs, ammo, guns…
the dark side of Sullie and Dom’s empire that we never really got to see.
The Russian Mafia had been trying to move in since the death of Tony Romano, Collin’s biological brother.
“How do you want me to handle it, boss?” Kevin Matthews asked from his seat.
My lover’s ice blue eyes landed on his partner’s.
It had been a long time coming, but I think both of them had finally worked through their weird bromance.
Kevin started out low in the ranks, but over the course of just a few months, he proved himself not only to Jer, Dean, and James, but to Collin.
He proved he could be trusted, even more so when he showed James the rest of the Matthews’ warehouses.
There were two more: one in Seattle and one in upstate New York.
“That Russian prick is just talking up his game, Kev. He's in Moscow as we speak,” Col replied, looking out the jet window. He looked good—happy.
After five years, he finally let his hair grow out. His thick black locks were slicked back on his head, but he kept his sides buzzed, making him look more menacing.
“We have a meeting at Oasis in two days. Just got a text from Dontell,” Kevin said, looking at his phone. He had changed, too. His hair was longer in the back, which made his green eyes look striking against his olive skin.
I could feel a pair of blue eyes on me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.
“Angel,” he murmured, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. I looked over to find his eyes making their descent down my body, slowly, drinking in every single inch of me.
“Yes?”
He brought his finger up to his mouth, rubbing his bottom lip as he lowered his ankle from his knee. He spread his leg slowly, the dark fabric of his slacks stretching over his muscles. We had just landed on our private airstrip in St. Louis.
Today was Sunday, and that meant dinner at Sullie’s bar, which he was expanding with a Chicago restaurant for me to run...Kay’s Hangout.
It was a gift from him to me, since Jeremy got the Crew.
My friends don’t know about it yet, though I know that they suspect something.
For the last month or so, while Sullie hunted down a location, I had been curating a menu, making all the island staff try it.
My demon didn’t like I was distracting his men from their jobs, but those boys were huge.
They needed food. Bella would be my manager of the restaurant; I needed someone to run the front of the house while I cooked.
Col told me he didn’t want me overworking myself, and he would much rather have me stay in our bed all day.
Men.
“Leave us,” he ordered, his eyes still on me.
Kevin got up and shot me a wink as he made his way to the front of the plane. I heard a light giggle behind me, and I knew he'd found his flight attendant. They'd been sneaking around for the last month or so. Good for him.
“Karina.”
My eyes snapped back to my demon, and he patted his thigh. “Come to me.”
I unbuckled my seat belt and rose slowly from the chair. Once I was in front of him, he leaned forward, unbuttoning my jean shorts. “What did I tell you about wearing these around my men? Hm?”
I smiled. “You don’t get to control what I wear, Col.”
His tattooed hands pushed my shorts down, before he made a low growl of approval. “Want to tell me why my pussy is bare?”
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth for a second. “Maybe because my demon of a husband keeps ripping all my underwear before he fucks me.”
A sinful grin formed on his handsome face, and suddenly two of his fingers were inside me. My hands snapped to his shoulders as I let out a moan. “Oh, God.”
He chuckled. “You keep calling for the wrong man, baby. There is no God here,” he said, moving his fingers in and out of me. “Wet little pussy, making a mess all over my hand.”
My hips began to move as my eyes fluttered shut. “Col…”
“Tell Daddy what you want, angel,” he commanded, pulling out of me, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered and looked down at him. He sat back and spread his thighs, giving me a perfect view of his cock. He chuckled again and gripped his length, stroking it over his pants. "Tell me, Karina.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly. “You want Daddy’s cock?”
I nodded, my pussy dripping at his dirty mouth.
He grabbed my hips and guided me to straddle him.
Without another word, he brought me down, impaling me as I tossed my head back and let out a guttural cry.
He groaned and began moving me, using my body for his pleasure.
My hands wrapped around his head, holding him to me as I fucked him back.
The plane filled with filthy sounds and moans, skin slapping together as we kissed each other before he nibbled my lower lip.
“I love you,” he rasped.
My heart hammered in my chest. I’d never get tired of hearing that. My core began to quiver as he shoved his cock into me over and over again. “Say it again,” I ordered, looking into his eyes.
“I love you.” He sat back and angled me higher as he slammed into me. He began fucking me harder and harder, his hands gripping my ass. I grabbed onto the back of the chair for support.
“Again.”
“I love you so much, baby. You are my wife. My angel. I cannot wait to start a family with you. Come for me, Karina,” he growled, his balls slapping against me.
I cried out, “I love you! Ah! Col!” My pussy tightened around him, milking him as he hissed, his thrusts erratic.
“That’s it, baby. Coat my cock. Give me all of it,” he grunted. His hand slid between us, and I whimpered as his fingers touched my clit. “Give Daddy one more. Be a good girl,” he cooed in my ear, not letting up as his fingers circled my clit.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Yes, angel…one more.” He turned my head, and my lips crashed against his.
I was gone.
I fell into oblivion, not coming back up until my head was on his shoulder and he was stroking my hair. “I love you so much, angel. You dragged me out of the darkness and into your light.”
An hour later, we walked into Sullie’s.
“There she is,” my brother’s voice filled my ears.
I turned and got swept up into his arms. I laughed and hugged him as he spun us around. Once I was back down on my feet, he turned to my new husband.
“Good to see you,” he said with a smile, holding out his hand. Jer’s kindness and respect towards Col was something I was still getting used to, but my soul sighed with contentment at the sight.
“You as well, Jeremy,” Col said, shaking his hand firmly.
“Hey, Kay!” I shoved my brother out of the way to see Casey weaving her way through the tables of people to get to us. She was dressed in a red sundress that made her honey eyes pop behind her glasses, her dark hair was past her chest.
“Hey, girl,” I said, wrapping her in a tight embrace. I hadn’t seen her in a few weeks due to work.
“It’s so good to see the other Jones sibling. The one I have has been driving me loco,” she said, looking at Jer. He was already staring down at her, love written all over his face. “You love me, honey. Don’t forget that.”
Collin chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to his body.
“Stevens, you didn’t have to wear a suit. What the hell?” Dean Connors said as I we made our way farther into the bar.