Epilogue
One year later
Idon’t know if I ever did manage to pay back that million-dollar debt. I mean, how much sex is needed for that to happen? I don’t have the answer for that but I know to me, the love I’ve been given has placed me more in debt, if you ask me. But you know what? I’ve given just as much as I’ve taken so maybe that debt that landed me in front of Chicago’s most powerful mobster is repaid after all.
After today I am scheduled to begin college and practice what I’ve always loved: psychology. Sylan loves the idea and has vowed to see that I reach my goals even if he has to stay up late with me. I love his devotion. I don’t dig too deep into his business, but I’m not blind to his dealings.
With a grin I open my husband’s office doors and signal Luka with a crook of my finger to step out. I see him signal to Sy that he’ll be right back.
Silly man should know by now I have an intricate plan all laid out that won’t have anyone but myself and Sylan in his office for quite some time.
I tuck the long trail of my dress around my arm to free up my feet. “Sally said she needs help setting up the tables and has requested you specifically. Something about someone she wants you to meet.” I wiggle my brows at him.
He grunts, but I know he trusts I don’t have anything sinister planned for him. A little matchmaking never hurt anyone.
I smile and step around Luka and lock the office door behind me once I have me the ton of material to my dress through safely.
“Mo chroí, what are you doing here? I’ll see you before the wedding.”
I smile and my whole body feels it. We are so in sync, in tune and connected that I don’t have to say a word for him to know I’m near.
The thought of belonging to this dangerous man has my heart skipping a beat because I get to see the teddy bear behind the tough guy exterior.
“I needed you,” I purr and it’s the God’s honest truth. I physically ache when we are apart, and I can’t bear it.
I take in the sight of my man standing by the window in the same spot he took me in the first time. Only now, he’s wearing a tuxedo and I can’t catch a hint of sadness anywhere on his face. I’m about to make a mess out of him, and I don’t feel one ounce of pity for what I’m about to do.
“I’m giving you one last chance before we walk down the aisle to fuck me as Ms. Kane, because in an hour I’ll be Mrs. Ward and you’ll never see Kane again. What do you say?”
I tease the corner of my lip between my teeth and see the wicked mobster I am about to marry come out to play. “Come here,” he growls and I obey his gruff command.
I step out of my gown and cross the office in nothing but my garter belt and white satin heels.
Well, I did have on a nice silky thong I had hoped he would rip off with his teeth tonight, but now works too.
The scrap of cloth is discarded on the floor, and I have my legs around his waist the second he lifts me into his arms.
We have over five hundred guests ten floors down waiting for the ceremony to begin, but no one is going to leave the kingpin’s wedding. They’ll wait.
I shiver in my fiancé’s arms and cry out when he thrusts into me in one movement. He pulls me into him and kisses me hard and claiming at first and then tender. There’s not one part of me he doesn’t own and I own every part of him. He’s always been there for me when I need him and I’m there for him.
I bury my fingers in my lover’s hair and pull the devil everyone told me I should fear closer, tighten my legs around his waist and take his mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. We both shudder.
“Take what you want. I’m all yours.” His voice is a smoky, rough baritone with hints of his Irish roots that drive me wild as he growls into my mouth before crushing his lips back onto mine.
“Sy, I’m close, so close. Hurry, it hurts so good!” The warmth of his body molds me to him, and he teases trails of kisses along my exposed shoulder like I’ve come to love.
Chicago’s most powerful, ruthless mobster owns me, heart and soul, and I own him.
He told me the night he proposed he wanted to fuck me for a lifetime and well, he’s living up to his promise. His hips surge forward and buck against me, and my release comes hard and fast. He muffles my screams with his mouth, and I give him everything I have.
His magnificent cock releases ropes of hot sperm, and in minutes I’ll be walking down the aisle with his sticky cum wetting my thighs, and that thought alone sends multiple aftershocks through my body.
“We better hurry, mo chroí. I can’t wait to have you as Mrs. Ward.”
He helps me into my dress and makes me presentable, tucking a few loose strands of hair back into the up-do, and I straighten his bowtie. By the door, he gives me a lingering kiss and then walks me down ten floors to where we are to be married.
Luka is there waiting outside the doors with a giant smile, and the music starts.
The doors swing open and I take Luka’s extended arm and begin the walk that will forever change the rest of my life. A life with the man I love. My Hard Irish mobster.
The end.