Epilogue
EPILOGUE
AMARA
S ix months later…
"Is Dante gone?" Massimo asks, joining me in the library.
I slide the book I was reading into the top desk drawer and close it. I've enjoyed the alone time since Dante left with AJ, short for Andie Junior. My heart tugs. I'll miss them. "He moved out this morning, yes."
Massimo touches his chest and exhales as he pulls the chair in front of me and sits. "Good."
I shake my head. "You're bad."
Nostalgia settles in my chest. We've bonded over the past six months—we all needed to heal from different things, and the togetherness helped.
But now, after finishing baby-proofing his home and hiring a new nanny who'll supposedly stick around, unlike the others we’ve tried, Dante is ready to start a new life.
We've been busy. I've worked with safe houses and women's groups on the down low, and the mobile massage idea has proved useful. The massage therapists have been busy, and seeing the gratitude in the women's eyes—giving them a moment of self-care as they heal—has been beyond rewarding.
Anthony and a new bodyguard follow me everywhere I go, but I’ve gotten used to it. I know it's a necessity.
The Santinis have been quiet, and even though Dante has sworn revenge, he's been busy with his baby. It's like a quiet, cold war is brewing.
Meanwhile, Massimo has been working with my brother, and besides a couple of hiccups, they've gotten along well for the most part. Dante helped Massimo break the news to the other siblings and his father—and at that point, everyone agreed that working together was better than more disruptions.
I stand, looking for my phone—I've probably left it on one of the floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. Massimo gets to his feet and embraces me from behind, and I buck my hips into his. He spins me around and bends me over the desk, running fingers down my back until he kneads my ass. "Them moving out calls for a celebration."
"I can only imagine what you have in mind, my good sir."
He hikes up my skirt and pulls down my underwear. "I heard that baby cry for nights on end. This house isn't as big as we think."
I chuckle. Poor AJ had cried for a while. "Does that mean you'll be an impatient dad when we have kids?"
"No. I'll endure any crap for our kids."
I believe him. Even though he appreciates the silence now, when Dante was over, Massimo helped with the baby and never complained. But I think he missed our nights together without interruptions.
Honestly, so have I.
He slides three fingers into my pussy, and I moan. Then he nips my shoulder, and I melt onto the desk, already turned on. "Look at you, rat. So wet already."
I undulate my hips, deepening the angle of his fingers inside me. "Yes."
He rams his digits into me with quick, shallow thrusts, and my ragged breaths create a blurry effect on the smooth surface of the desk. "I fucking love you," he says.
I believe him. He's shown it for months now. "And I love fucking you."
He turns me on my back and plants my feet on each side of the desk. Burying his head in between my thighs, he greets my pussy with the flat of his tongue. I arch my back, giving him all of me, wrapping my feet around his head, wanting more. Hell, I always want more—until I get it, and my entire body aches for a day. But I never regret it.
He licks my pussy, swirling his tongue, and tingles of awareness shoot up my spine, spreading through me. He leaves no part unlicked, ravaging through my cunt like he's about to go to war. He lifts my thighs off the desk for a moment and shifts the tiniest bit so he can suck my clit.
"Yes, baby. Fuck my cunt with your tongue," I moan much louder than I did in the past months, afraid someone would listen.
He slams his fingers into me again, three of them. That and his devouring mouth send me over the edge. My core contracts in a clumsy jerk, and my yelp cuts the air. Exhilarated, I let go, currents of delicious ecstasy riding through me.
With a smug smile, Massimo reaches for his pants. I sit upright to help him undo his buckle, and he pulls them down along with his black boxer briefs.
His magnificent cock juts out, greeting me, but I don't have much time to contemplate it. He pulls me closer, and I wrap my legs around him as he slams deep inside me.
I clamp my inner walls around him, and he growls. To retaliate, he hooks his hands under my ass and walks me around the library, slamming me against a shelf.
Books fall around us, each one thumping on the floor, but I barely register over the buzzing in my ears. He withdraws and drives in again, deeper, his piercing teasing my insides and adding to the fantastic sensations stirring through me.
He catches my lips with his, and I taste my tangy essence on his tongue as he kisses me with as much ardor as he fucks. Distracted, I barely take note when he sets me on the desk again without slipping out of me for a second.
"Fuck, rat. You're the hottest fucking thing." He grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs it, making me look into his beautiful eyes filled with bright intensity.
I catch his other hand and wrap it around my neck.
He gets what I want, what I need, tightening his fingers around my throat. Each time he drives faster into me, he restricts my airways, sending me to the precipice of a pleasure I can't live without.
"Breathe," he says, telling me when to let go.
He flicks my clit, still choking me in the way we both enjoy, and makes me feel so fucking full. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my heart throbbing with each beat, my lungs about to give out. Then he squeezes my clit, and for a millisecond, my world stops.
Heartbeats are skipped, and breathing becomes superfluous. I stop existing for the tiniest amount of time, like I'm drowning in the ocean in slow motion before I suddenly resurface. Every part of me is fucking amplified, intense, and more alive than it's ever been.
I come undone for him, and it's his turn within less than a minute. He doesn't let up and watches me every second as my body still shakes from my orgasm. He fills me up, shooting every bit of him inside me.
I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder, reeling. He kisses the top of my head. "You good, my little rat?"
I sigh into his warm skin. "Yes. Achy, but good."
He takes me in his arms and walks out of the library. "Let's go upstairs. Maybe now that Dante isn't here anymore, I thought we could go on a honeymoon—the one we never took."
"I'd love that. Where do you want to go?"
"Hmmm… Tahiti sounds nice." I imagine us staying in those exclusive overwater bungalows without a person in sight.
"You got it."
"Though I need to ask… is security joining us?" I ask, only half-jokingly. Since I was kidnapped, he's increased the safety measures, and I can't blame him. But the point of a luxurious, romantic getaway in a bungalow is privacy.
"They won't be staying super close, but yes… they'll go," he says. When he reaches our suite, he puts me on the bed. "I love you, Amara. I won't let anything happen to you." He lifts my hand and kisses it, his look of delicious obsession confirming his every word.