Epilogue

Matteo

One year later

I didn't think I could have been more obsessed—or fallen harder in love—with Liliana, but here I was a year later and staring at my soon-to-be wife.

She may not know that we were getting married, but she would be putty in my hands once I gave her a few orgasms.

The ring box felt heavy in my pocket, and my heart was beating fast—something I wasn't used to. I was always so calm. So collected.

I had the private jet on standby to take us to Italy, where we'd get married in the village my family was from. I had her dress picked out—the same one I saw her eyeing months ago when we passed by a shop.

I had her bags packed, her passport, and anything she would need or want already on the plane.

This would be an intimate gathering. Just her and I, a few of my closest confidants as witnesses, and an officiant to oversee it all. We'd stand amongst the grapevines overlooking the vineyard in a small Italian village.

I'd stare into her eyes and tell her she was mine, that I'd never loved anything or anyone, but that she held my heart in her hands.

I was weak because of her, and loving my girl meant she'd be in danger from my enemies. But I'd protect her with my life. I'd kill myself to make sure she was safe.

And if she wanted the biggest fucking wedding after this, if she wanted to have all of Desolation, hell, all of New York in attendance, I'd give it to her.

She could have anything—everything—she could ever want.

Fuck, I wanted to whisk her away right now, but I was hard, and flying with a massive erection wasn't happening. So here we were, in our bedroom with my girl looking at me with wide eyes and a parted mouth after I told her to strip because I was about to fuck her brains out.

"Get on your knees for me, Liliana. I want your mouth on my cock."

And my beautiful girl did just that.

Liliana

E ven a year later, I wanted to curse him out, to tell Matteo to fuck off. But the truth was, the only reason those thoughts even crossed my mind was because we both got off on me playing hard to get.

And I wasn't about to deny either of us right now.

When I didn't listen right away, Matteo made a disapproving sound and came closer until he crowded me, until his massive body was nearly pressed right to mine.

I held my composure and tried to act like my pussy wasn't soaked for this very dangerous man whom I loved more than anything else.

"You'll learn soon enough to do as I say, pretty girl." His focus went to my mouth, his eyes becoming hooded. "You always look so gorgeous with your mouth all red and swollen from sucking my dick." Matteo ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, the sensation rough, demanding. "So damn pretty." He pulled the flesh down, a harsh groan leaving him. "Never seen anything so fucking hot before."

I moaned and closed my eyes, my mask of indifference slipping.

"There she is," he whispered. "Be a good girl and don't make me tell you again." I opened my eyes to see him stroking himself.

His motions were unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to degrade and praise me.

"Sink down on those knees and come closer, Sunshine."

My body was on fire, burning from the inside out, making me feel like I'd burn this entire room down.

I was already naked, having obeyed instantly when he told me to strip. And so I got to my knees and looked up at him.

"Closer, sweet girl."

The floor was hard and cold but it did wicked things where my arousal was concerned.

"Don't make me ask you again, Liliana."

Matteo's voice was gruff, like he'd been drinking whiskey all night.

I crawled toward him, and with each inch I moved, the more my body lit up.

This was so degrading…so arousing.

This was the very good kind of wrong.

He kept moving back the closer I got, that beautiful bastard.

When I was kneeling right before him, he reached out and tipped my chin back, so it forced me to stare into his devilishly handsome and brutal face.

For long seconds, he did nothing but look at me, his thumb stroking my jawline, his nostrils flaring every time he inhaled sharply.

"Do you understand how much I love you?"

My heart skipped a beat as his own mask of indifference and apathy slipped, and I saw the man who showed me a different side that no one else had witnessed.

I nodded. "I love you, too."

He shook his head. "Not like me. Never like me." He inhaled deeply. "I'd scorch the fucking world for you to prove my love. I'd slit my wrists and let you drink my blood until my heart stopped if it meant you lived on."

I didn't know what to say. No words were adequate for what he just declared. I knew his words were the absolute truth, and even if I told him I felt the same, it would never sink in. He would never believe I could love him as deeply as he confessed to loving me.

So I showed him with my body what he meant to me.

With one more gentle touch to my chin, he let go of me and gripped that massive cock hanging between his legs once more, his mask back in place.

He was hard, but God, the more he stroked himself, the thicker and longer he became.

I felt like a deviant as my mouth watered shamelessly. I was in this hazy reality as I stared at Matteo and knew what was about to happen.

"Sweet girl," he purred like the devil. "You know you want to please me." The way he jerked himself off from root to tip and the sight of beads of clear pre-cum dotting the crown had me feeling like a wildfire coursed within me.

I was so wet. My inner muscles clenched, my clit throbbed, and the sloppy feeling of the mess I was making between my thighs because I was so aroused should have humiliated me.

"How much do you want to suck my cock?"

I shivered and moaned. "God…so much." I didn't know when I lifted my hands or when I placed them on his thighs, but I smoothed my palms over his slacks. He'd only taken his cock out through the fly, so he was still fully dressed.

I found it insanely hot.

"Sei la mia brava, sporca ragazzina." That's my good, dirty little girl.

I stared up at him as I curled my fingers against his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh and wanting him to hurt as much as he did to me…in the best way.

"Look at it," he demanded in a low, hard voice.

I lowered my focus to stare at his erection, the length thick, the skin stretched tight because he was so hard.

I smoothed my hands over his thighs, his slacks like satin under my palms, the material tailored only for Matteo. I was about to grab his cock when my fingers skimmed over something square and hard protruding beneath his pants pocket.

The instant I felt his body tense under my touch was when I looked up at him, my fingers still on that hard object.

My heart thundered because I knew. I just knew what it was without even seeing it.

His expression had me whispering his name.

"Fuck," he said softly with zero heat behind that lone curse word.

A second later, he had his hands under my arms and helped me off the ground. He embraced me, his palm cupping the back of my head, his nose pressed to the side of my throat as he inhaled deeply.

"I was going to wait until we were in the air."

His words confused me, but he didn't make me wait to question what he meant.

"The normal—proper—way to do this would be to drop on one knee?—"

"That's not you," I said, cutting him off. His deep chuckle vibrated my throat, and he tightened his hand in my hair.

"No, it's not, Sunshine." He exhaled. "But I want to be that man for you."

"I don't want you to be anyone you're not. I love you the way you are." His entire body went ramrod tight against me, his fingers painful in my hair as he pulled me impossibly closer.

"Say it again."

I closed my eyes and rested my head in the center of his chest. "I love you."

"Again."

I smiled to myself. "I love you, Matteo. Maybe I shouldn't because it's not like you're the hero."

"I'm the fucking villain, and you love that."

"Mmm, I sure do." And I did. It was strange and wondrous, frightening and exhilarating. But I loved the bad guy.

He pulled back and wrapped his hand possessively around my throat. For a prolonged moment, he didn't speak, his dark eyes boring holes into me as if he were thinking hard on what he would say next.

"You'll marry me." It wasn't a question. "You'll be mine. Only mine." It sounded like he snarled that last part, and every feminine part of me tingled in response.

"Is that so?" I cocked an eyebrow, knowing I was playing with fire.

"Liliana," he growled my name, and my toes curled.

"Yes, Matteo." His hard expression instantly morphed into a softer one he only reserved for me. "I'm already yours, but if you want to put that ring in your pocket on my finger to make it official…" I rose on my toes and kissed him. "Then so be it. So, yes." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he lifted me so the tips of my toes barely touched the floor. "I'll be your wife."

He rested his forehead against mine, but after only a second of that, set me back on the floor, retrieved the box from his pocket, and showed me the biggest, most gorgeous piece of jewelry I'd ever seen.

Just like Matteo, the ring was simplistic but intricate. The band had filigree detailing, and the diamond—a square-cut solitaire as big as my damn eye—sparkled back.

"I wanted bigger but your hands and fingers are so tiny."

I laughed softly as he slid the ring—so heavy—onto my finger.

"Now, say it again." His voice was guttural, and I wondered if it was because he was filled with so much emotion.

I didn't need him to elaborate. I knew what he wanted because it was the same as what I did. "I'm yours, Matteo." I adopted a hard look, one he gave me so many times, but the twitch of his lips told me he found it humorous, not intimidating.

"My sweet girl." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Sono tuo, Liliana. Lo sono dal momento in cui ti ho visto." I'm yours, Liliana. I have been since the moment I saw you.

We kissed and kissed and kissed until my lips felt bruised and I was breathless.

"Now suck my dick like Daddy's good girl, and I'll reward you by shooting my load down your throat."

A moan was pulled from me. That sweet moment we'd just shared was whisked away in the face of our constant need for one another.

"Then I'm taking my girl to Italy, marrying you, and letting every fucking jealous bastard know you're mine."

I smiled slowly, sank to my knees, and sucked my future husband's dick until his eyes rolled back and he came down my throat.

The End.