Epilogue 2
The warm glow of the morning sun poured into our bedroom, casting golden streaks over Luca's bare chest. His strong arm was draped over my waist, possessive even in sleep, his steady breaths hot against my neck.
Two years had passed, and yet nothing about the way he commanded me, consumed me, had changed.
A sudden shriek shattered the peaceful silence, followed by the sound of rapid little feet slapping against the hardwood floor. I barely had time to react before a tiny body crashed into the bed.
"Mama! Up!"
Our two-year-old daughter, Emilia, was nothing short of a tornado wrapped in soft brown curls and chubby cheeks with a similar match of my eyes.
Her small hands grabbed at my arm, demanding attention as she climbed onto me with all the force her tiny body could muster.
Luca groaned beside me, burying his face into the pillow for just a moment before a second, more dramatic entrance occurred.
Dario, our five-year-old, thundered into the room with a wild grin, already in motion, already causing chaos.
"Mama! Papa! I found a frog outside! Can I keep it? I already named him Vito!"
I shot upright. "A frog? Dario, where is it now?"
He hesitated for half a second before mumbling, "...In the kitchen."
Luca exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head with both amusement and exasperation. "You're going to give your mama heart attack, little warrior."
Dario only grinned wider, his gray eyes—the same shade as Luca's—dancing with mischief.
Emilia, now seated triumphantly on my lap, stuffed two fingers into her mouth and mumbled around them, "I wanna see da foggy."
I sighed, running a hand over my face. "I don't think Vito will be staying with us."
Dario groaned dramatically before throwing himself onto the bed next to Luca. "Papa, tell her to let me keep him."
Luca finally peeled himself from the pillow, his large hand reaching over to ruffle Dario's already messy hair as Dario snuggled into him. "Your mother makes the rules, little man. But if I were you, I'd find a better hiding spot next time."
"Luca!" I scolded, smacking his arm, but he only smirked, unrepentant.
The morning continued with Emilia demanding pancakes, Dario loudly insisting he could cook them himself "like a real chef!
", as our maids Cassy and Helena kept a watchful eye on him making sure he didn't burn anything, and Luca lazily observing the madness like a king surveying his kingdom.
Despite the chaos, there was nothing but warmth in the way he looked at them, at me.
But later, when the house was quiet and the kids were taken out by Arlo after insisting Mia wants to spend time with them Luca reminded me exactly who ruled this house.
"On your knees, wife." His voice was a dark, velvety command that sent a shudder straight through me.
I obeyed, as I always did, as I always craved. He stood before me, a towering force of dominance, his fingers tangling into my hair as he tilted my head back to meet his gaze.
"You've been teasing me all day, letting me watch you be the perfect mother, the perfect wife," he murmured, his thumb tracing the seam of my lips. "But now, I want my good girl."
A needy whimper escaped me, and Luca's wicked smirk deepened.
"Open."
I parted my lips, and he wasted no time slipping his thick cock past them, groaning low as my tongue swirled around him. His grip tightened in my hair, guiding me with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Fuck, just like that," he growled, his voice dripping with praise and possession. "So pretty with your mouth full of me."
Heat coiled low in my belly as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, relishing the way he groaned above me. His control was unraveling, his breaths turning ragged.
"Such a good girl," he rasped, his hips flexing forward. "Taking all of Daddy's cock like you were made for it."
His words sent a jolt of arousal straight through me, making me even wetter, needier.
"Fuck—just like that," he gritted out, his muscles tensing as he neared his peak. "Swallow every drop, baby."
And I did.
By the time he was done, I was ruined—body spent, mind drunk on him, my throat raw from taking him so deep. And as he gathered me in his arms afterward, pressing tender kisses to my temple, I knew that no matter how many years passed, Luca Maroni would always own me, completely.