Epilogue
Everything I’ve wanted has come true. I’m studying for my accounting degree while living in the NYU dorms. My father’s doing so well that he’s seeing a regular therapist for ongoing sessions. Without complaint. He’s right around the corner from being six months sober. I’m beyond proud of him.
We’re both creating new lives for ourselves. Writing a new future. One neither of us thought we could have, or deserved. But we do.
My phone pings with a text.
Giovanni: I’m here. Are you ready, tesoro?
My heart swoons. This man has spent every single day since Miranda’s wedding worshipping me. There’s simply no other word to describe it.
Carissa: I’ll be right down.
I touch up my makeup in the mirror before heading out of my dorm.
I’m wearing the dress Gio bought for me for tonight.
It fits like a glove. As much as I’m always self-conscious about my curves, Gio loves buying me dresses that accentuate the shape of my body. He loves it even more when I wear them.
As soon as my heels tap the pavement, Gio steps out of the waiting car, his gaze eating up every inch of my body. I feel like the most desirable woman in the entire world.
Which coming from a man like Gio means a lot. He’s a mafia don, he’s hot as fuck, and women throw themselves at him all the time. Even so, he chose me, and he makes me feel cherished every second of the day. In big ways and small.
He drops a kiss on my lips before ushering me inside the limo, then slides in after. One more perusal of me and he engages the divider between us and the driver.
I arch a brow. “Where are we going tonight?”
“To my house.”
“To your house? Then why am I all dressed up?” I mock complain.
Gio pulls me into him. “Because I can’t wait to peel this off of you,” he growls into my ear, and I giggle.
His hand lands on my thigh, skimming upward until he finds my already damp panties. My breath stutters as he teases my clit through the thin fabric. I spread my legs to give him better access.
He kisses me. Gently at first, teasing and tasting, before he plunders my mouth with this tongue.
I pull him closer, unable to get enough of this unexpectedly amazing man. His tongue tangles with mine as he thrusts two fingers into my drenched pussy. I hiss at the sudden, delicious intrusion.
He curls his fingers, stroking against that spot that sends me gasping. With a wicked nip at my lips, his thumb circles my clit.
I moan beneath his brutal pleasuring. Warmth pools low in my stomach and my thighs quiver. I buck my hips, urging him to move faster.
He chuckles at my neediness. “So impatient.” But he gives me exactly what I want.
A moment later my orgasm crashes through me. I cry out. Gio kisses me, doing his best to consume the sound of my scream.
I pant, trying to catch my breath. A haze of bliss filters through my mind. Every muscle in my body relaxed, spent.
Easing back with the smuggest expression on his face, he brings his fingers to his mouth. Sucking on them, he emits a satisfied sound, as he gazes into my eyes.
“Delicious. Tonight, after dinner, I’ll eat you for dessert.” His intense gaze tells me that’s a promise.
A languid grin spreads across my lips. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“You better be.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Because I’m already head over heels for you, tesoro mio.”