Epilogue
Valentina Luciano
The shower door opens . I jump and squeak in surprise before turning accusatory eyes at my husband.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I snarl and show him the razor.
His half-lidded gaze melts my core.
“I can help with that,” he says.
“Nope. No way in hell. Get out,” I demand.
He chuckles, grabs my hips, and grinds his hard cock against my back.
“Why not? It’s my favorite place to be anyway,” he murmurs against my temple.
I elbow him in the ribs.
“No.”
He hums and takes the razor from me anyway.
“Mario!”
“Fuck, I love when you say my name.” He sets the razor down and presses my palms to the wall. “Stay just like this, mia paperotta ,” he growls.
I gasp as he ducks under my leg and sits on the floor of the shower with his face an inch away from my pussy.
I don’t dare move as he picks up the razor and continues shaving where I left off. My heart pounds in my throat. He focuses so intensely on my pussy electricity crackles along my nerves. His thick fingers glide over my sex. He pinches and pulls, teases and touches, and drives me to new heights.
When he sets the razor down, I weave my fingers into his hair and tilt his head back. He smirks and sinks a finger into my pussy. I gasp and tighten my fist in his hair.
He pulls out and grabs my ass to give me a chaste, closed-mouth kiss on my sex.
“Now this pretty pussy is ready for our wedding night,” he murmurs.
I shiver as his breath ghosts along my skin. He nips my inner thigh. I squeak.
“Mario, please,” I whimper.
“Fuck, the way you beg,” he snarls.
Pleasure barrels through me as he buries his face between my legs. He licks, sucks, nips, and flicks until I shake with the need to come.
When he pushes his finger inside me, I shatter.
He snarls against my clit, prolonging my orgasm.
I push his head away when it becomes too much.
He rises to sit on the bench and pulls me onto his lap. His thick cock juts up between us. I grind my slick pussy over the length. He groans and leans his head back on the wall.
The pink flesh of his mostly healed wounds stands out amid his tattoos and older scars. I kiss the ones on his shoulder and arm as he lifts me by the hips, fits the head of his cock to my entrance, and pulls me down his shaft.
Our groans bounce off the tiles. I struggle to breathe. The stretch hurts so good. He’s so big he hits every sensitive spot inside me, no matter what position we try.
I lift halfway off his cock and rub my breasts against his chest. He hums and roams his hands over my back and ass.
I tilt my hips, tighten my pelvic floor, and enjoy his hiss of pleasure-pain.
“There’s something I want to talk about,” I murmur in his ear.
He shivers and digs his fingers into my ass.
“My vicious little goddess will do anything to get her way, won’t she?” he growls.
I smirk and nip his earlobe. His cock jerks inside me.
“ Mio Dio , you’re trying to kill me,” he snarls.
A giggle escapes my throat as I swirl my tongue over the sensitive flesh under his ear.
“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,” I whisper against his flesh, referencing all the times he’s tried to kill me with pleasure.
“What do you want to talk about while you fuck the life out of me?” he rumbles.
I groan at his dirty words. My clit begs for friction, so I lower my pussy to his base and grind my hips.
“I want a baby,” I gasp.
He tangles his hand in my hair and tugs my head back.
“Fucking hell, Valentina.”
With his face flushed, his nipples hard points against my breasts, and his cock a silky rod of steel inside me, he’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
He pulls himself away from the brink by sheer force of will.
“I want a baby, too. We’ll discuss it with your doctor first, though. Capisci ?”
It’s not the exact answer I want, but I can’t feel disappointed when he’s so caring and devoted to having me by his side for a long, long time.
“ Sì, Capisci ,” I agree.
“Kiss me,” he demands.
I flick my tongue over the corner of his mouth and grind lower on his cock.
He snarls, grabs my hips, holds me where he wants me, and pounds up into me, angling his tip to hit my G-spot with every stroke.
I explode. Every muscle in my body seizes. My core contracts. Liquid gushes from my pussy.
He keeps thrusting and thrusting until I taste colors and see sounds. Everything tingles. It’s too much.
He sucks my breast into his mouth.
I shout as soul-shattering pleasure cracks through me. I come in long, breathless waves as he buries himself to the hilt and empties his balls inside me.
Spent and satiated, I drop my forehead to his shoulder and wrap my arms around him as our senses slowly return to earth.
I never thought I’d get a happily ever after, but what Mario gives me is so much more. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
Again.
“We’re going to be late,” I murmur against his flesh.
He rumbles a noncommittal note and strokes my hair.
“Do you think Sienna will come?” I ask.
A part of me feels selfish for inviting her out of the blue without speaking to her first, but if it takes using my wedding to draw her out, then that’s what I’ll do.
“She boarded her plane this morning,” Mario says.
I gasp and swat his arm.
“And you didn’t tell me? What an asshole,” I snarl.
He quirks a brow in warning and tilts his lips in a devilish smile as my insides flutter around his cock.
After another round of mind-numbing shower sex, he turns off the water and lifts me into his arms.
“I’m going to carry you over every threshold for the rest of the day,” he says as he steps out of the shower.
“Because we’re doing this our way,” he states.
Joy blooms in my heart. I kiss his chest.
“I can’t argue with that, and even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. I love being in your arms,” I say.
He kisses my temple and stands me in front of the sink.
We get ready together, like we do every morning, unwilling to change our routine when we like it so much. I rub prescription ointment over his back—because the brute finally relented and saw a physician—and kiss his mostly healed wounds. He slathers lotion over my skin and brushes my hair.
We dress in the walk-in closet. His amber eyes sparkle as he watches my sexy underwear disappear under my simple, elegant dress. My mouth waters as he dons the most appealing suit I’ve ever seen on a man.
Who am I kidding? It doesn’t matter if the suit is tailor-made or the ugliest thing on the planet, the moment my husband puts it on his body, I’m going to find it appealing. He’s too sexy. Too big. Too handsome.
I grab his tie and tug his lips down to mine, loving him more for bending so I can reach his lips.
“Mine,” I declare.
“Yours. Only yours,” he growls.
I rise onto my toes and kiss him with every ounce of ferocity in my body. He wraps his arms around me and worships every centimeter of my mouth.
When he pulls away, I whine.
“We’re already late,” he growls against my temple.
I sigh.
He cradles me to his chest and carries me through the house.
My feet don’t touch the ground until we reach the venue. I stand behind the partition as he walks down the aisle ahead of me.
When my mother’s favorite song plays through the speaker, I turn and wipe a tear from the corner of my eye.
Mamma didn’t abandon me. She loves me. I believe she’s watching over me. Wherever she is, I hope she sees how happy I am with Mario.
Sienna stands on my side of the podium.
She looks… thin. Not quite gaunt, but not fully healthy either.
I hope she comes to dinner so I can explain how much her father told us and let her know I don’t blame her.
When she pulled away a decade ago, I was too heartbroken to approach her, but now the haunted look in her eyes fills me with guilt.
I should have clung to her and asked why she didn’t want to be friends anymore, but I couldn’t.
I can now. I will now.
Right after I have the wedding of my dreams.
I lock eyes with Mario and basically bounce down the aisle with happiness.
We don’t have many attendees by design, but they may as well all be wallpaper with how little attention I pay them. No one matters to me beyond my husband.
No one except The Kid standing beside him and Sienna standing beside me.
We enjoy a simple outdoor ceremony, exchange vows we wrote ourselves, slip custom-designed rings onto each other’s fingers, and kiss as though we’ll die if we don’t taste each other’s tonsils.
The only dark cloud in a perfect day is Sienna’s absence at the dinner party.
No one sees her leave.
She just disappears.
Coming 2026/2027: Jealous Vows (Vicious Mafia Kings Book 7).