Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
She wants to speak, no doubt compliments of her own, but she can’t get words out between the moans and whimpers.
Well, I’ve come this far. Might as well tell her the whole damn truth.
“I fucking love you,” I howl at the top of my lungs as I hit that sweet release.
She comes right at the heel of my orgasm, and she squeals in delight as her claws sink into my back, accepting every drop I have to offer.
Then I collapse, unable to hold my own weight up. While I lie atop Natalie, using her breast as a pillow, she whispers, “Yes. Let’s get married.”
Music to my fucking ears.
EPILOGUE
DANTE
Three Months Later
“It was a beautiful ceremony, Dante. I’m glad to see you found someone who can wipe that scowl off your face,” Don Salvatore Lione says from across the table. He’s holding a champagne flute in the air as toast, and the Pryce family raises their glasses with him.
“Thank you, Lion.” I raise my glass to clink with all of them.
My attention only strays to the Don and Natalie’s family briefly before it returns to her. My golden-haired angel, draped in white with a halo of gold surrounding her, drifting through the crowd of her adoring subjects, accepting their well wishes as she skips back to our table.
“Couldn’t have asked for a better man to join the family,” Luke Pryce says, and Emma reaffirms it with a bright smile in my direction.
I’m still stunned at how we got here and that they’re so pleasant around me after I threatened to take a few of his fingers. But what’s done is done, and leaving the past buried is probably for the best.
“Excuse me, everyone,” I say. I can’t handle small talk, even with the Don himself, when my woman is in the same room as us.
They’ll have their time with me eventually, but right now, I’m all hers.
I launch out of my seat and start walking toward Natalie at an awkward pace that feels like a sprint. She’s in the middle of a conversation with some distant relatives when I swoop in, wrapping my arm around her waist and kissing her.
Our kiss as husband and wife, the second after the priest gave us permission.
The table of relatives applauds. Fuck, this feels good. I’ve never felt more welcomed or loved in my life, and it swells my heart to three times its size.
“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” Natalie winks.
“Not from the second I saw you,” I answer before peppering her face with a thousand kisses.
She can’t stop giggling, and I can’t stop kissing. I never want this moment to end or see another frown on her perfect face. She deserves the world, and I’ll give it to her. No matter what it takes.
“How are things over there?” she asks, gesturing to the table where Don Lione and her parents are talking as if they’re old-time friends. The Don’s even laughing, which is a surprising turn of events.
“Oh, it’s torture. But only because I have to share you with a room full of adoring people,” I say.
“You know you’re really cute when you get jealous, right?” She cups my cheek in her palm and gently rubs her thumb across the bone.
“I’m glad you think it’s cute ‘cause you’re gonna be seeing a whole lot of it.” I wink.
“You know, when you say stuff like that, it makes me fall deeper in love with you, right?” She grazes her lips across my jawline.
“Now you know how I feel every time I look at you.” I give Natalie another long kiss while her family looks on. My hands sink to her ass, and try as I might to stop myself, I feel her up until she fights my hands away. Another long laugh drips like honey in my ears.
“Okay, lover boy, I yield. Let’s go back to the table,” she says, taking my hand in hers and starting to walk in the direction I came from.
I stand firmly in place and pull her straight back into my arms. “Not before I say I love you.”
“And I love you,” she says, tapping my nose with her free hand’s index finger. “My husband.”
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
NATALIE
One Year Later
“Yes, yes, I understand. Now get out of my way before I kick this door down,” Dante roars from the other side of the door. Though his aggression is mostly unwarranted, it brings a beaming smile to my face.
Oh, the agony he must have felt, not being at my side for the last eighteen hours.
“Sir, you need to relax. Natalie is fine—” The doctor tries to calm Dante, but it doesn’t work.
“You’re starting to piss me off, my man. I’ll be calm, but you’re going to step aside and let me see my wife.” He’s trying to temper his aggression, yet it still shines through even his best attempts.