Epilogue
EPILOGUE
LUNA
Ten Years Later
I closed my eyes, bringing my forearm up to my lips and biting on it to keep from crying out in ecstasy.
The afternoon light shone down to where I was lying on the bed, completely naked, and Massimo was between my legs.
Tremors moved through my middle when I felt his tongue against me once more.
He had been going at this for over thirty minutes now.
I had lost count of how many times I came, just that I was exhausted and delirious, and Massimo still wasn’t showing any sign of stopping soon. I pulled my arm away.
“Please,” I begged him.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked, the teasing note in his voice driving me crazy.
“I…”
I shook my head. I didn’t know what I wanted. To come again? Or for him to stop?
I flexed my legs, trying to ease some of the sensation, but he hooked one of my knees around his forearm and pulled it up, spreading me out even further and spearing me with his tongue.
“Fuck!”
“Quiet,” Massimo shushed me. “You don’t want the boys to hear us and demand to be let in, do you?”
I shook my head. I loved my sons more than I had ever loved anything or anyone in this world, but sometimes… their presence could be so… intruding.
“Then be my good girl and keep quiet.”
I brought my arm back to my lips as Massimo continued his torture, building up the orgasm further and further and further and…
He added a finger inside me, fucking me with it slowly as his tongue swirled around my swollen clit, drawing out waves and waves of pleasure until I felt like I was being pulled under a strong current and held there. There wasn’t enough air around. My heart sped from the sensation alone, causing something that felt a lot like panic to crush at my chest.
I wiggled on the bed as Massimo doubled his effort, taking so much out of me that I didn’t know if there would be anything left at the end.
And then…
It felt like a bomb had gone off underwater, with me still in it. The sound was deafening with a destructive aftermath I wouldn’t have known how to repair, even if I wanted to.
Tears streamed down my face from the sensation as Massimo slowed the movement of his tongue but didn’t pull away.
A small orgasm followed, and by that point, I was just delirious.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Look at you. Such a good girl for me, coming as much as you did,” Massimo praised, kissing his way up my body.
He rested his elbows on either side of me to keep his weight from crushing me. I closed my eyes and clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight. When I didn’t feel like I was still being held captive from my orgasms and could see him clearly, I opened my eyes to take him in.
The green of his eyes seemed more prominent from the sun then.
He had always been beautiful, but he had only gotten more refined with age. Forty-three looked good on him.
I cupped his cheek, letting my palm feel the softness of his full beard just as he turned his head and kissed my hand.
“I love you,” I said.
He opened his mouth but suddenly froze.
I frowned. “What?”
He pressed a finger against my lips. My ears strained for the noise Massimo obviously heard. It took me a moment to hear it too.
Massimo let out a small groan as two sets of little feet padded across the floor. Then a knock. “Mom! Dad! Mom! Mom!”
They seemed to be calling for us in unison.
I giggled at the clear frustration in his eyes.
“You better go to them, or they’re going to break the door down.”
“You really think our little demons can do it?” he asked.
I shot him a look. No matter how many times I asked him not to call our sons “little demons,” he couldn’t seem to help himself. And the nickname had stuck. Now all of Massimo’s siblings were calling them that.
“Children,” he corrected.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I think they can break down the door.”
Massimo seemed to think about it for a bit. Then, with another groan, he got up from the bed. I sat up on the bed, pulled the covers up my body, and watched as Massimo struggled to pull on a pair of gray sweats over his hard-on.
Poor baby.
He pointed at me. “I wouldn’t laugh. Just remember, I can think of hundreds of ways to get even.”
“I’m not,” I said innocently.
He wasn’t fooled. “You’re a brat. And I’m asking Giulia to babysit for the weekend and taking you away to one of our cabins. Then I’ll have my way with you.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “I can’t wait.”
And how true that was.
He shot me another look and got out of the room, careful to keep me away from the view of the boys who were trying to peek into our room. I could hear Massimo talking sternly to our children before I heard the explosion of laughter from them as Massimo carried them away from the door.
I stayed where I was for a moment and took in the contentment of everything.
We were still at war with the Bratva, but things had been quiet. Especially since the former pakhan of the Novikov Bratva had died from a surprise attack while he had been visiting his favorite strip club. I made a face at the thought.
The man was pushing fifty-five, and though he wasn’t married, something about him going to a strip club and dying at the place just rubbed me the wrong way. Massimo hadn’t really gone into details over it—not that I would ask.
But now Boris was set to take over, and Massimo had said Boris was everything his father wished he was himself.
Which might mean trouble for us later on, but right now, things were okay.
More than that, I was happy.
I had two precious little boys, one who was turning eight next month and one who just turned six three weeks ago. And they were as close to each other as Massimo and his brothers were to each other.
I loved them from the moment I saw them, as I imagined a mother should feel when she sees her children.
Giving birth to them had been a blessing and a heartbreak all in one, considering my mom hadn’t been by my side.
Massimo had created a safe passage for them to leave the country after Andre’s death. Emilio had agreed he wouldn’t go after Mom and Lina for what Andre had done, but that didn’t mean they weren’t shunned by their group for it. A way out of the country was a better option, especially for Lina, who was running away from the Bratva.
I still wasn’t convinced Boris was looking for her.
But I hadn’t been there for their wedding, so I didn’t know how their dynamic was. And it didn’t matter. Lina was as good as dead to me.
And if I was kicking Lina out of my life, then I was, to an extent, kicking my mom out of it as well.
She would never know my kids.
And even if I had long ago accepted that it would be that way for us from now on, it didn’t mean I didn’t feel a pinch in my heart whenever I thought about her.
Laughter rang out from somewhere in the house, drawing me out of my memory and back to the present.
I smiled as their laughter got louder.
Massimo was a great father.
He was everything I thought he would be and so much more.
Quickly, I got out of bed and dressed. Then I walked out and made my way to my family.
Massimo saw me first.
His eyes glinted with that familiar expression that told me he loved me, even without the words.
Then Dante, my oldest, saw me.
“Mom!” he yelled, rushing over to me. His younger brother, Maximo, followed close behind. I soon found myself surrounded. Massimo came over then and wrapped his arms around me.
I looked at my family.
This was enough, I thought.
It was more than enough.
It was my happily ever after.
end.