EPILOGUE 1 #2
I guided Roxanne toward the bed. She shivered between us before climbing onto the mattress in front of me.
Her fingers found the back of my neck, pulling me close before her mouth found mine again—deeper this time, slower, like she wanted to memorise every reaction she pulled from me.
My hand cupped her breast and squeezed lightly as she moaned into my mouth.
Marcello moved behind her a second later. One hand settled possessively at her waist while his mouth brushed the curve of her shoulder. And for one suspended second, she leaned into both of us without hesitation, trusting us completely.
And I think that was the moment it finally hit me. We weren’t surviving this anymore. We’d built a life out of it.
“On your fours,” Marcello ordered. Roxanne obeyed instantly.
The second she dropped between my legs, my brain damn near stopped functioning.
She slowly tugged at the waistband of my sweatpants, slipping them down before flinging them to the floor.
My cock jerked hard at the sight of her, on her knees between my legs, leaking for her before she even touched me.
Marcello gripped the sorry excuse of her thong and ripped it before slipping off his sweats too.
I peeled the nightgown from her body while Marcello’s fingers traced slow circles on her clit, parting her as a rough sound left his throat.
Roxanne bit her lip and let out a low moan as her breathing changed.
“Madonna…” he muttered. “You’re fucking soaked, amore.”
His palm came down sharply against her ass. The crack echoed through the room.
Roxanne arched helplessly beneath the sting before her mouth finally wrapped around my cock.
Slow at first. Base to tip, her tongue circling the swollen head before she licked away the precum.
My head hit the headboard with a dull thud as I swore under my breath, my grip tightening in her hair before I forced myself to loosen it again.
Marcello gathered her hair at the nape of her neck, steadying her, as he tilted her head back slightly.
That angle pushed me deeper into her throat.
“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured roughly against her ear. “Falling apart for both of us.”
Another stroke between her legs before he dragged his fingers higher, collecting the slickness between her thighs before bringing it to his mouth. The second he tasted her, he lost the restraint he’d been having with himself.
“Si ‘mbriacanti…” he said roughly under his breath.
(You’re intoxicating)
And fuck—something about hearing that in Marcello’s voice while Roxanne was on her knees between us made my cock jerk harder in her mouth. She moaned around my cock instantly, the vibration nearly making me lose my fucking mind right there.
Another finger slid lower this time, teasing her, circling her ass briefly before he slowly pushed inside.
Roxanne jolted between us, a broken moan vibrating around my cock as her body tried to process too much sensation at once.
“Fuck.” I hissed.
Marcello gripped her hip harder before driving into her in one brutal thrust, rocking her forward into me. Her nails dug into my thighs as she used me to steady herself. His finger was moving in and out of her slowly while her thighs trembled.
“There she is,” he muttered roughly, thrusting. “Always so fucking responsive.” Another thrust. “That’s our girl.”
She moaned around me instantly before trying to take me deeper. Her throat tightened suddenly around my cock before she gagged, tears spilling down her face hard enough to nearly send me over the edge.
“So fucking gorgeous when you fall apart,” I said through ragged breaths. “Taking both of us like you were made for it.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
She moaned around my cock again like she liked every second of this—every filthy second of being stretched between us.My cock throbbed hard in her mouth. Pleasure hit her from too many directions at once, leaving her breathless and lost between us.
And fuck—I wanted more.
The room turned filthy fast. Whatever restraint we had left disappeared after that. Wet sounds. Broken breaths. The headboard slamming against the wall every time Marcello drove into her hard enough to push her further onto my cock.
Roxanne unravelled between us like she was trying to take everything we gave her and still couldn’t get enough. Her fingers tightened against my thighs as she took me again, slower this time, hollowing her cheeks, like she was savouring the sounds she pulled from both of us.
Once, this would’ve destroyed all of us. Now it felt like the only honest thing we had left.
“Cazzo, Volpi,” I groaned roughly. “Mi stai facennu impazziri.”(Fuck, Volpi. You’re drive me crazy)
“She’s doing that thing again, isn’t she?” Marcello muttered roughly behind her, his grip tightening at her hips.
Roxanne looked over her shoulder toward Marcello and winked, then back at me, her expression softening into something unguarded, devastating and still wrecked with lust. She trusted us enough to fall apart between us. That fucked me up more than the sex did.
“Fuck,” Marcello grunted behind her. “Look what you do to him.”
I laughed roughly, gripping her jaw lightly.
“Like you’re doing any better.”
She took me deeper again, hollowing her cheeks, one hand sliding to my balls, cupping, tugging gently while I completely lost whatever control I had left. The base of my spine tightened hard enough to hurt, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.
I still remember the first time she got on her knees for me, and I was too fucked up from a bullet wound to do anything except survive it.
Now?Now I finally got to feel all of it.
“Volpi,” I grunted. “I’m about to…”
My words died in my throat as I squeezed her breast while emptying my balls down her throat.
She swallowed most of it, but some still slipped down her chin and fuck—I almost lost my mind all over again.
I gathered it with my finger and pushed it back into her mouth.
She licked it clean without looking away.
That nearly killed me. I kissed her hard enough to steal the breath from both of us, and somehow my body was already aching for more.
Marcello’s rhythm faltered behind her, one hand sliding lower between her thighs to her clit as he murmured against her ear too low for me to hear.
Then—
“Come for me.”
Roxanne cried out hard enough to echo through the room, her entire body locking between us as pleasure ripped through her.
She went limp after, thighs shaking, breath gone completely uneven while Marcello held her through it from behind. She collapsed boneless against my chest first, breathing hard, while Marcello gathered her against him from behind. For a few seconds, none of us moved.
I brushed damp hair away from her face before looking down at her lazily.
“Such a good girl,” I whispered against her hair. “Taking both of us so fucking well.”
A slight tremor shook through her body.
“I hope you have energy for another round.”
Roxanne laughed weakly against my chest.
“You’re insatiable.”
My mouth brushed her lips.
“Only for you.”
“Always,” Marcello added.
And just like that, we shifted again—bodies tangling, hands reaching, the lines between his and mine disappearing wherever she touched us.
The monster in me used to think love meant taking until nothing was left. Roxanne taught me that the greatest gift you can give a man who has spent his whole life surviving… is to love him enough that he no longer feels the need to escape himself.
I thought pain was the only thing I deserved. Then she came into my life and, somehow, became both my chaos and my sanity.
I stopped running from the man I used to be. Maybe that was heaven. Because after a lifetime of looking over my shoulder, I finally understood what home felt like.
And God help me, it had always been her.
The violence never left me completely. Neither did the parts of me that once went looking for pain just to feel something. But somewhere along the way, survival stopped feeling like punishment and started feeling like staying alive for them.
And maybe that was the real danger of loving Roxanne. You didn’t come away unchanged. You stopped fighting it. Stopped mistaking freedom for loneliness. And once she made a place for you in her life—
You never wanted anything else.