Epilogue #2
He let out a hum of approval before sliding his thick finger into my body. I kept my finger pressed against his hole while working his dick until another finger joined the first and my efforts were derailed by pleasure. Gasping, I popped off his cock and laid my cheek against his thigh.
“Keep your mouth full, baby doll,” he instructed, stilling his fingers until I had him in my mouth once more.
I held him there, enjoying the weight and warmth on my tongue while he thrust his fingers inside me, then added his tongue.
Eyes rolling back in my head, I swallowed around him and hummed as pleasure pummeled me.
The feeling of fullness, of being wanted and used so fully, was unlike anything else.
He tried to pull back, but I protested by sinking until my face was buried in his scrotum.
He sucked the underside of my balls, then plunged his tongue inside my hole so deep his beard scraped my sensitive flesh. I started purring, my throat working around him as my eyes glazed over.
And then his fingers caught on my rim, spreading it wider and making me cry out. I rocked against him, the friction on my dick so fucking good. Tension built inside me until my movements were sloppy and desperate.
Two fingers plunged into my body and pressed against my prostate. The orgasm slammed into me, my body jerking with every spurt of my dick. It went on and on as Kieran massaged that spot, milking it for all it was worth until I pulled off his dick and collapsed against his thigh.
Reaching between us, he swiped up my cum and then moved so I was facedown on the bed and he was over me.
“Can you take more?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pushed my legs wide and got between them, smearing my release on him as lube. Holding my hips, he plunged in with no hesitation. I cried his name, and he set a pace that had our skin slapping and my hole burning.
I lay there in utter bliss as he used me, listening to his grunts and moans.
Too soon, his hips stuttered and his body bucked, forcing me up the mattress as he came with a shout. My hole clenched around his pulsing dick, milking him the way he’d milked me.
He collapsed over me, his considerable weight mashing me into the bed. I loved it, so when he went to roll away, I grabbed his arm and asked him to stay.
He settled, leaving his dick buried inside me, and I laced our fingers, studying the size difference as we lay there in quiet satisfaction.
“I love you,” he said after a while.
“I love you back.”
I felt him smile, and it triggered my own.
“Feel better?” he murmured.
“Mm,” I agreed. “I needed that.”
He pulled out and dropped beside me, concern filling his face. “Did something happen?”
“I’m fine,” I said, and the answer seemed to have the opposite effect because those eyes shifted into something much colder.
“Calm down, my hitman,” I murmured, reaching to stroke his cheek. “Bring back my boyfriend.”
“We’re one and the same,” he deadpanned.
“You’re like a two-for-one special,” I teased.
He scowled.
I laughed, and his expression softened. “Hazard.”
Sometimes I forgot that wasn’t my actual name. What once was basically an insult had somehow become an identity. Not one I was assigned either but one he gave me.
“Uncle Gio came to the shop today.”
Kieran’s brows drew together. His distrust of my uncles was still there and probably always would be. It didn’t bother me. He had his reasons—good ones. Just like I had my reasons for trusting them probably more than I should have.
“Did he upset you?” Kieran asked, searching my eyes. “I don’t give a shit about the truce we have with the mob. I’ll kill them all.”
“They’re my family.”
Kieran didn’t rescind the threat, saying instead, “What happened?”
“Nothing.” I shrugging a shoulder. “He came in because he said he wanted to see the shop now that the renovations were done.”
“Renovations he should have paid for because one of the cronies he hired is who fucked it up,” he muttered. He said it every time we talked about my uncles.
“He offered to pay for it.” And I reminded him of this every time too.
Keiran recoiled. “Like hell I’d let him pay for something that’s mine.”
“But the Neon Reef is mine.” It was something he didn’t need a reminder for because he was the one who insisted the business be in my name.
The Neon Reef is wholly mine. It was a dream I’d never even dared to dream, and now it was reality.
His eyes narrowed to slits. “And to whom do you belong?” he asked dangerously.
“Your cum is literally leaking out of my ass,” I told him. He was utterly ridiculous. “You already know.”
Grunting, he sat up and reached into the bedside table and came back with the plug he’d given me a couple months ago. Carefully, he pulled it from the wrapping he put around it after it was washed from the last use.
He held it out, and I nodded.
“Mine,” he whispered, pushing the leaking cum back into me and gently sliding the cool glass plug in after it.
I crawled up his body, and he wrapped me in his arms.
“He said it again today,” I whispered.
Kieran stroked his hands through my hair, not saying anything because he knew I wasn’t done.
“That I reminded him of Matteo. Not just the eyes but my mannerisms and the way I talk.”
“I’m sorry you never got the chance to know him, baby doll.”
“Me too,” I confessed. Grimaldi didn’t just try to kill me. He killed my father.
And yes, we confirmed it. I took a blood test with my uncles. I was officially a Salvatore, Matteo’s heir.
Turned out Matteo knew about me. My mother sent him a letter six months before he died. Before they both died. I’d been so close to knowing them, and now I never would.
As soon as he realized he might have a son out there, he started looking.
A few months into the search, his PI found me and gave Matteo a photo.
The investigator told us Matteo was convinced I was his, said he knew it in his bones.
He wanted to meet me right away, but the PI convinced him to run a DNA test first to confirm.
He snuck into my apartment and took my hairbrush, and they used it to run the test. The day it came back as a match, Matteo Salvatore met with his attorney and changed his will, leaving everything to me.
When Kieran and I met with his attorney, he told us he cautioned Matteo against leaving so much to someone he didn’t know, and Matteo got angry and shot him. He showed me the scar on his arm.
“He’s my son. A Salvatore. This is his birthright. I may not know him yet, but I will. We all will.”
That was what he told the attorney as he sat there bleeding at his desk. Matteo made him finish drawing up all the legal documents before he drove him to the doctor.
He was ruthless. And loyal. He planned to make me part of the family. He wanted me. How different my life would have been if my mother had just given me to him and not hidden me away.
She said in her letter that she did what she did to protect me because an innocent child didn’t belong with the mob. I wasn’t sure I agreed because they all seemed great to me.
Gio, Enzo, and Rocco, my father’s brothers, were all good to me.
They treated me like their own and told me all about my father.
They didn’t even contest the will, and everything my father had was now in my name.
I was pretty rich. Not that I had anything to buy.
I already had everything. They even offered to let me take over his territory. Kieran almost busted a vein.
But I told them I had a fish store to run.
They patted me on the head and then offered the territory to Kieran.
He told them to eat shit and die.
Their relationship was still a work in progress. Mostly, they all get along because of me—and because Kieran kept me alive, the last remaining piece of their brother. Everyone in the territory knew I was off-limits. The brothers made sure of it.
I’d yet to meet my grandfather, Matteo’s father, because he lived in Italy. We FaceTimed once. He said I didn’t look like my father and then hung up the phone.
Gio told me not to take it personally and he was old and blind.
I didn’t bother to point out that I really didn’t look like my father except for the eyes.
Maybe someday I’d meet him, but even if I didn’t, I was happy. Being embraced by my father’s three brothers was enough for me.
“You want me to kill him?” Kieran asked. He was completely serious.
“You cannot kill Gio.”
His lips parted, but I cut him off. “Enzo or Rocco either. Getting along with the mob is better than being at war with them. You said so yourself.”
“If it keeps you safe, I’ll play nice.” He agreed. Then in a lower voice, he muttered, “Shameful to bed with the mob. Yet here I am.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck to hug him. “You’re my favorite.”
He made a rude sound. “You just like my dick.”
“You have a nice apartment too,” I quipped.
His eyes darted to my face and narrowed.
I laughed. “I love you,” I confessed. “More than anyone and anything.”
Between you and me, sometimes I secretly thought Matteo sent Kieran to me because he couldn’t be there himself. After all, Kieran was ruthless and loyal just as he had been.
Kieran was also willing to defy death to love me.
Emotion bunched in my chest, making it feel stuffed with cotton. “You didn’t just save my life, Kieran. You gave me one I never would have even dreamed of,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
Everything about him softened. “You’re mine forever, baby doll. I’ll never let you go.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” I crooned, snuggling into him.
He snorted.
“Want to eat ice cream in bed?” I asked.
“No,” he said immediately, his tone final.
I nuzzled into his neck, pecking a brief kiss against his steady pulse.
He sighed. “Vanilla or chocolate?”
I smiled. “Chocolate.”
My deadly hitman with a marshmallow spine.