Epilogue

Cain

Three years later…

"Please, please, God! At least tell me why you're doing this!" Charles Montgomery the III shrieks like a fucking infant with the slightest bit of pain. Jesus Christ. One little toenail gone and he cries like a fucking child.

It took me a few years to track him down. That night, after I broke his fucking nose, he packed up his shit and took off on his boat.

I searched high and low for this mother fucker and instead, I took out the other pieces of shit Bianca's mother had subjected her children to through the years. One by one, I watched as they begged for their fucking lives.

I didn't murder them, of course.

I'm not in that line of business. Even though I could be. I just made them think I was going to murder them.

But this mother fucker? I might just kill him. It would be so easy to press the tip of my silencer to his temple and just pull the trigger…

"I have a trust fund! You can have it," he pleads. "Every penny, it's yours."

"We both know there's not much left in that trust fund," I hiss. He'd pissed most of it away. And this time, his daddy didn't step up to bail him out of his gambling debt.

That's another reason I don't need to kill him. If he doesn't pay up half a million to some of the other clubs around here, they'd do the dirty work for me.

He'd divorced Bianca's mom two and a half years ago, leaving her with nearly nothing thanks to a stupid prenup. And even though I didn't want to help the bitch, Bianca begged me to take care of her. What my Little Lamb wants, she gets.

It's modest, but I set her mother up with a two-bedroom condo downtown. Now maybe she won't feel the need to marry the first piece of shit who asks her every time.

My phone buzzes and a text bubble from Bianca pops up.

Can you bring watermelon home?

And Popeyes!

With a smile, I text her back.

Of course.

"It's your lucky day," I say as I sheathe my gun.

The relieved look on Charlie's face annoys the shit out of me, so I slam my fist into his jaw one last time. "You ever come near Bianca, her sister, or her mother again and I'll fucking kill you. Are we clear?"

I wait until he nods frantically, then I give a final nod to my guard. I leave Guiseppe to deposit this piece of shit back on his doorstep. I'm sure the people he's in debt to will find him and finish the job, anyway.

Getting in my car, I head back home to my girl.

Twenty minutes later, I'm home with four bags of various food in hand, including her watermelon and Popeye's chicken. I also grabbed mac and cheese, fries, red velvet cake, and potato wedges.

I've also learned the hard way that at five months pregnant, her cravings change faster than I can drive sometimes.

I walk through the front door, my arms laden with the feast I"ve brought home for my love. The delicious smells of fried chicken, watermelon, and velvety cake waft through the air. I set the bags down on the kitchen counter and glance around, expecting to see Bianca"s smiling face greet me.

Instead, I"m met with an empty kitchen. Puzzled, I walk through the house searching for her. "Bianca?" I call out, my voice echoing down the long hallway. No response.

"Little Lamb?" I call out again. "I"m home."

Where could she be?

As I near our bedroom door, I hear the faint sound of music playing. I pause, listening closely. It"s the sensual rhythm of one of Bianca"s favorite songs. A smile tugs at my lips as I realize she must be waiting for me in there.

I slowly push open the door and stop dead in my tracks at the sight before me. Candles flicker softly around the room, casting a warm glow over Bianca"s bare golden skin.

She stands by the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace negligee that hugs every one of her gorgeous curves, her growing belly on full display.

Her long blonde hair cascades over her shoulders in loose curls. As she sees me, a seductive smile spreads across her face.

"Welcome home, Daddy," she purrs, beckoning me toward her with a crook of her finger. She gives me a sultry look, biting her plump lower lip, as she waits for me to react.

Desire flares up in me like an uncontrollable wildfire. I cross the room in three eager strides and sweep her into my arms. She melts against me, giggling, but I quickly cover her face in kisses before capturing her lips with mine. Her matching kiss is sweet and hungry all at once.

"I missed you, Daddy," she murmurs against my mouth.

"Not as much as I missed you, Little Lamb," I growl playfully, running my hands over the silky material covering her luscious curves. "But you know Daddy needs to go to work sometimes and it's your job to be a good little girl for me, right?"

She nods. "I was a very good girl today," she teases me with a smile playing at her lips.

"I thought you were hungry?" I ask, suddenly concerned. My fingers drift to the swell beneath her belly where our child grows.

"I was. But my craving changed," she says with a wicked glint in her eyes.

"Oh, did it now?" I tease, my cock thickening at her meaning.

"Mmm-hmm," she purrs, unzipping my pants. "I"ve got a craving only you can satisfy, Daddy."

Her teal-colored eyes lock with mine as she frees my hardening cock. I groan in response, and she smiles victoriously.

"You're going to be the death of me, Mrs. Romero," I say through gritted teeth.

"I sure am. But right now, lay down," she says with a playful order, "My mouth has been watering for you all day."

I can only laugh in surrender as I lay back on the bed. She crawls over me, her body straddling mine. As her hands caress my chest, she rolls her hips, pushing her sweet, wet heat against my growing cock. Her soft breasts brush against my chest as she leans in closer to tease my nipples with her tongue and teeth; I groan at the exquisite sensations.

She leans back for a second to see the desire in my eyes before locking her blue-green orbs with mine. "I love you so much," she whispers softly before she wraps her hand around my length and starts stroking me slow and easy, easing me into her warmth one inch at a time.

My eyes roll back into my head at the sensation of our bodies once again joined as one. The warmth of our child between us only intensifies our connection. Bianca slides down my body until her mouth opens and she eases me in between her wet, hot mouth, moves up and down gently, her plump lips wrapping around my cock.

I sink back against the pillows and let out a moan as she takes me into her mouth, the sensations washing over me. She"s a dream come true in every sense of the phrase, and I know it. This is what life should feel like. Warmth and pleasure and love. So much fucking love.

Her hand wraps around my shaft, stroking me in time with her mouth, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. The way she looks up at me from between my legs is the sexiest thing I"ve ever seen; her eyes are half-lidded and her lips glisten with my precum.

"Little Lamb..." I groan, reaching out to tangle my fingers in her hair. She looks up at me then, and our eyes meet again with a fiery intensity that seems to burn everything else away.

Her body shakes slightly as she continues her ministrations, her tongue swirling around my tip while her hand pumps me steadily. My hips jerk involuntarily as she takes more of me into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.

"How did Daddy get so fucking lucky?" I ask as I thrust up against the soft flesh at the back of her throat. She laughs quietly against my cock before looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I come fast, spilling my seed into her mouth. She drinks every last drop I spurt between her hollowed cheeks until none is left, then she falls onto her back beside with a sigh.

"Nuh-uh," I growl and roll gently on top of her, careful to keep my weight off of her belly. "It's Daddy's turn to feast."

I take my time, kissing every inch of her soft skin, savoring the taste of her nectar on my lips that only seems to get sweeter the longer we're together.

Bianca moans and arches into my touch, guiding me lower to where she wants me most between her thighs.

But I don't give in just yet, even though I desperately want to taste her sweet cream.

"Please," she whimpers, her hips undulating closer toward my mouth.

With a wicked grin, I stand up and strip down fully, my cock already fully hard again and aching for her. "You"re so damn sexy pregnant, Little Lamb," I groan, marveling at the sight of her naked body.

She blushes but doesn"t shy away from my gaze. She knows better than to hide from Daddy.

I sink between her legs, gliding my tongue against her pussy lips, teasing her mercilessly until she's trembling with need.

Only then do I dip my tongue inside and stroke her wet slit from ass to clit, gentle enough to make her moan.

As Bianca"s pink, swollen sex is invaded by my tongue, her body shudders with delight. My hands roam her stomach gently, kneading and caressing the soft skin as I lap at her sweet folds.

I bring her to the brink several times before easing back, time and time again, making her scream in ecstasy with every stroke of my tongue to her clit.

"Daddy, please," she begs, her voice breaking with a sob. "Please."

I scrape my teeth gently against her hard nub and she thrashes beneath me.

"Cain!" she gasps, arching into my touch as I lap at her clit, harder and faster.

Naughty Little Lamb.

"What did you call me?" I ask, my voice firmer than I actually feel. But this is our game. And at the disciplining tone of my voice, her pussy gushes even wetter down my chin.

"Daddy!"

Slowly I shake my head, my lips brushing over her sodden folds. "You didn't. You called me Cain. And that's…" I lick her clit hard. "A…" Again, another lick. "Bad…" And another. "Little…" Lick. "Lamb." I punctuate each word with a lick to her pussy until every one of her muscles beneath me is trembling with need.

When she's seconds away from coming, I pull away, but she grabs my head and forces me back in between her thighs with a frustrated groan, needing more. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, but I chuckle at the slight sting.

"Naughty Little Lambs get punished, don't they?"

Her response is only a single whimper as I position myself at her entrance, soaking wet and dripping onto our sheets.

I enter her slowly, her tight flesh stretching around my hard cock as I slide all the way in with a groan of satisfaction.

Normally, I start slowly before speeding to fucking her with the wild abandon I feel inside. But this time, we're both so worked up that I thrust hard over and over again inside of her, Bianca moving with me in rhythm, echoing my every thrust and moan. She meets me stroke for stroke until we're both at the precipice of climaxing once again.

I reach between her, not daring to deprive my lamb again of release and flick my thumb to her swollen clit.

A few quick, hard strokes is all it takes before she's coming undone beneath me, every muscle trembling and convulsing.

It's the most beautiful fucking sight I've ever seen. "I love you so much," I whisper against her neck just before I let myself go inside her - spilling everything I have into the woman who"s become my world.

We finish together and I roll off of her, tucking her into my arm and kissing her as we lay there in our bed, panting.

Never in a million years did I think I'd be the kind of man who cuddled after fucking, but when it comes to Bianca, nothing is ever enough. I never want to let her go. Let her out of my sight.

Glancing up at me with those bright oceanic blue-green eyes, she says, "I have an idea for a name for the little bean."

"Oh yeah?" I lift my brow at her. Names have been a source of contention so far since she doesn't like any of the Romero family names that have been in our lineage for centuries.

"How about Oliver if it's a boy, after my sister. And if it's a girl," she offers, "Nicole. And we can call her Cole for short after your brother. The two people responsible for why we met in the first place."

"Oliver Nicholas if it's a boy… or Nicole Olivia if it's a girl?" I repeat, rolling the idea around in my brain. Then, smiling, I press a kiss to the tip of her button nose. "I fucking love it."

"Yeah?" she asks, hopeful.

"Yeah." I give her belly a stroke with the palm of my hand feeling a little kick of the bean inside. "I love the name ideas. I love you. And I fucking love our little growing family."

Things couldn't be more fucking perfect if we tried.

Thank you for reading!I hope you enjoyed Bianca and Cain's story. Haven't read Olivia and Cole yet? Check out Bought by the Mafia Daddy!