EPILOGUE
Lucia
We never wanted Antonia growing up obsessed with all things pink and girly. But the second she could talk, she claimed pink as hers and never let go. She prefers it in everything, even the food she eats.
Now she stands in the middle of the circular riding arena, head to toe in pink riding gear, helmet buckled tight under her chin. She’s been standing frozen behind the wooden fence for ten straight minutes, eyes fixed on the pony, clearly debating whether to take the next step.
Her riding instructor, the one Tony background-checked six times before he’d even let her near Antonia, walks the pony slowly past her, watching every reaction. Of course, Rafael and ten other guys I don’t recognize are posted around the arena, keeping watch.
The instructor finally stops, ties the pony to the railing, and kneels beside Antonia, speaking softly. I can’t hear what she says, but I see my daughter’s eyes widen with excitement as she nods eagerly.
Tony, who’s been standing behind me the whole time, wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His deep, husky voice vibrates against my ear as he murmurs,
“I hope she hesitates like that when boys come around.”
I smirk wickedly. “Oh, that day is coming sooner or later, Antonio Bruni. You better start preparing yourself now. Boys will throw themselves into the fire for a girl this beautiful.”
His fingers dig into my stomach as he growls. “Good. I’ll give them fire…after I drown them first.”
I laugh, but we both know he’s dead serious.
I almost feel sorry for the poor guy who’s going to fall for Antonia one day.
Resting my head against his chest, I whisper, “If life has taught us anything, it’s that we can’t always protect her. Let’s raise her to be strong enough to protect herself.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head and murmurs against my ear, “I’ve got a better idea.”
Before I can ask what, he presses his hips against my ass, letting me feel the hard bulge beneath his pants. A shiver races down my spine when his tongue traces the shell of my ear.
“How about we go make that son you keep asking for? Someone to help keep her safe.”
I turn in his arms and steal a kiss. “After the week you’ve spent inside me, I’d say our son is already on the way.”
His mouth brushes my cheek. “For two months you walked around in those tiny shorts while I was stuck in a cast. You have no idea the filthy things I dreamed about doing to you. I haven’t even started on half of them.”
My eyes widen. “I was chained to your bed for an entire day, and you fucked me six times, including once up the ass. What more could you possibly want?”
His hand slides over my stomach. “To fill you with my son while I keep you tied up all day. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you pregnant.”
I chuckle and glance back at Antonia. She’s finally mustered enough courage to step closer to the pony, though she still hesitates to touch it.
Shifting my gaze toward the stables, I murmur, “How long do you think it’ll take for her to actually get on that horse?”
Tony follows my gaze before flashing me a wicked grin. “I’d say we have enough time for a quickie. Unless you need warming up first.”
I smirk, reaching for his hand. “Tony, all it takes is one look from you, and my pussy is already dripping.”
His eyes darken with that raw, possessive pride he gets every time he knows I want him.
Before leading me away, he captures my lips in a deep, possessive kiss, whispering against my lips,
“I love you, Lucia. My princess. My queen.”
The End