Epilogue

Vance

There's no family here for us on our "big day." Just a simple wedding that I feel is less than she deserves. Most people like her expect extravagant settings and would settle for nothing less, but here she is, a big smile on her face at the tiny local courthouse in front of a judge.

"You've been married before?" the woman at the desk turns to Isabella and asks.

I lean against the counter and put my fist in front of my mouth to keep from exposing my smirk. She was married for a few hours before I made her a widow.

The clerk is just trying to make conversation, but it's unnecessary. We already answered these questions when we applied for the license.

"Oh yes, I'm a widow," Isabella announces, the sullen tone in her voice clearly rehearsed.

"That's so sad," the secretary says.

Isabella kicks me beneath the desk. "Absolutely tragic."

The woman's lips tighten before she forces a smile. "Well, let's make this a happier day, then. You two are getting married! Love finds a way!"

Her overenthusiasm needs to be toned the fuck down. When I was buried in Isabella's pussy, I promised her I'd marry her, and I intend to do exactly that. But we already feel married. How can we not, after what we've been through? We're bound by blood at this point.

We're ushered into the courthouse—me in my suit, Isabella in a stunning purple dress, and the judge and a court witness. The ceremony breezes by as it's intended to. Transactional. I just need Isabella to be my wife.

Mine.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the judge says. Silver frames perch on his aging face. "You may kiss the bride."

I pull Isabella into me and kiss her so deeply that it has to be a sin to do this in front of a judge. But I can't help it. She's mine. Physically, mentally, and now on paper. Officially.

My hand laces through her dark hair, and I draw her closer to my body. Her heat warms me. She whimpers, and each breath between us is owned by us both.

"My car. Now," I whisper in her ear. "We'll be right back. We forgot something in the car," I say to the staff.

Her shitty ex-husband waited so much longer than I ever could to get my hands on my new bride. I can't even leave the fucking building without thinking about being inside her. We hardly make it to the SUV before I'm on her. I pull her into the backseat and slam the door. She straddles my lap and I kiss her.

"Daddy," she whispers as she grinds her hips on my lap. Even with a perfectly good dick to ride, she still loves the feeling of my slacks and zipper against her pussy. Who am I to stop her as she rides me and chases her pleasure?

"Right now, Bella, you're going to call me your husband." I need to hear that word.

She increases the tempo with her hips, grinding her wet fucking pussy along the front of my pants. She's going to make me walk into that courthouse to sign the paperwork with a trail of her come on my slacks. And I'll wear it proudly.

Her fingers grip the shoulders of my dress shirt. She bends her neck and buries her face into my chest with a melodic moan. I always know when she's close. Even without being inside her. Even as she just rocks her hips on my lap.

"Come for me, wife," I growl. I get almost nothing from her dry-humping me—an ache as she brushes my cock with her gyrations—but fuck if it doesn't mentally make me bust when she comes by using my body for her sole pleasure.

She screams out as she orgasms. Her voice is hoarse and sultry at the tail end of her moan. "I love you, husband," she says.

I reach between us, draw my zipper down, and pull out my cock so I can fuck her through her pulsing orgasm. Fill the vacant space. I push inside her, so warm and wet for me. I don't even recognize the tone of my groan, so rabid with need. Her spasming pussy pulses around me. It's like sinking into a vise, and I'm not even complaining. She's just so perfect.

"I love you, Bella," I whisper as I grip her hair and crane her neck for a kiss.

Spilling my load inside her hasn't knocked her up yet. Maybe there is a God, and maybe he knows I don't deserve children, but fuck if it doesn't keep me from trying to fuck, fill, and breed her. Put a smudge of a person inside her high-class womb. A bodyguard's spawn inside a mafia queen.

I put my hand on her lower belly as I grab her hip and pull her against my lap to fill her again. Knowing that my wife's pussy is now spasming around me only guaranteed I wouldn't last long.

"Will you always protect me, daddy?" she whispers, a pleasure-filled exhale drifting between us.

"Until my final breath, little girl."

We peel away from each other and I put my come-soaked cock away. She lowers her dress as if I didn't just consummate the marriage before we even finished signing the fucking license.

We walk back into the courthouse and the judge and witness stop what they're doing and stare at us. We look like we didn't forget anything at all. Like we went to the car to just fuck. Which is precisely what we did.

The witness' eyes stop on the front of my pants, right on the very distinguishable wet spot. I pull Isabella in front of me to obscure the sight. Her cheeks flush red, but I accept the accusatory glares proudly.

Yeah, I fucked my beautiful wife outside of a courthouse. It's not the worst thing I've done for her.

And now that we have our entire lives ahead of us, I'll do whatever it takes to keep my little girl safe, no matter who or what tries to stand in our way. I've spent my entire career protecting what belongs to others. Now I finally get to protect what's mine. My wife.

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