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I buck in his grip as my orgasm rock through me, stealing the very air from my lungs as I seat myself fully on his dick. To the hilt, gyrating as the feeling of being full, and owned, intensifies my pleasure, and a second later he comes with me.

Micah holds me in place and throbs, each pulse filling me to the brim, locking it inside until he moves. Which he never does.

There’s no pulling out, just a slow and gentle roll of his hips beneath me while I lay atop his chest. I don’t complain when he situates me to his liking or his left leg begins to rock in between the lazy fuck he continues to give me.

It actually lulls me, and I’m almost asleep when something hits me.

Using my arms to push up a bit since he’s refusing to let me go, I narrow my sleepy eyes. “Wait a minute. Shouldn’t you be asking permission to marry me? Where’s my proposal?”

“I did propose.” Micah has the gall to look offended. “My words were loud and clear.”

“Liar. Ask me nicely and I’ll consider.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Yes.” The hand that had been squeezing my ass now has a grip on my messy hair, pulling me down toward his lips.” “I told you to run, Liliana. Rune and hide, because I was coming for what is mine.”

Epilogue #1

MICAH

The heavy sound of my boots carries through the staffhighwayon a friend’s ship.

There’s no one around and the usual hustle and bustle on a vessel this size and with the kind of clientele that likes to cruise down the Mediterranean, this is costing the owner a pretty penny.

But then again, for a man worth billions this isn’t but a blip in the system, and I appreciate it dearly. Because for three months these assholes have evaded me, but the vacation ends here.

Especially, when the older Diaz decided to insult the owner’s wife over a lost game of poker.

He didn’t know who they were at first, traveling under a false passport and name helped, but drunken men don’t know how to bite their tongues. His insult turned into threats and the promise to do the same to him, as they’d done to Joaquin.

Big mistake. Life ending.

Eugene Karlson is a friend. An old investor when the company was first established under my father, and he stayed on the board only long enough to see it succeed, recoup his earnings, and move to Italy where his wife is from.

His call came at the perfect time, too. Liliana’s been a little stressed with our wedding plans, and I don’t know why, to be honest. All she needs to find is the dress.

Everything else is planned out according to the Pinterest board she started when we were teens. I’ve always had access to it, and made notes whenever her taste changed. From blood red to pink—to now classic white and black with touches of gold.

She claims it reminds her of how different our styles are and I agree, but we could’ve been married in a Pepto pink explosion and it wouldn’t have mattered. Her happiness is what drives me. Knowing it’ll be my ring on her finger when the night is through and I’m wearing her blood on my cock like a badge of honor, is my only input in the preparations.

Something I’ve easily remedied by purchasing an island to hold our family and host the celebration, while Esmeralda will be docked and ready to celebrate our wedding night. We’ll have a ship to christen and the next day, they’ll leave for a family vacation while I enjoy my wife.

But not yet. That’s not why I’m here.

Brian and Rodolfo Diaz are on the other side of the door that leads the staff into the dining room and scrambling back, stumbling over themselves while I grin. If anything, you’d say he’s seen the face of the devil and is now a reborn believer in faith.

The problem is the wicked never make it into the kingdom of heaven.

And this man is a sinner. Filth.

It’s also safe to say they’re not happy to see me, but I’m pleased to find them well, and now the older of the two, is nursing what looks to be a broken nose. Rodolfo handles a punch better than his son.

Testament to that is the blood dripping down his shirt while he remains upright.

He deserves everything coming his way, but nothing will ever be more satisfying than watching Liliana land one on him. She didn’t wait for my signal, stormed right up to the asshole and cocked her arm back to then land a solid blow to his nose. The sound of broken bone was instant, and she smiled sweetly at that while shaking out her hand.

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