Page 85 of Mafia Wedding

"Stop that!"

I slap his hands away, and I only realize we have company when I hear his friends chuckle.

Oh.

There's Greg and Corey, with a cuffed Suzanne between them, and another man I can only assume as—-

"Are you Royce Jr., who majored in engineering and advertising?"

Major turns red, and I'm thinking that means a yes.

Rake pulls me to him as Major cusses at the other guys, and I can't help but shake my head. "Do they really not care?"

"About what?"

"They saw me. The real me—-"

"And we're glad you're who and what you are, because you were the one who stopped Suzanne from fleeing."

"But what I did to her..." I show him my hands, where bits of the other woman's flesh are still under my nails, but Rake only smiles coldly.

"Do you remember what she did to Yiorgos' dog?"

His words immediately put things in perspective, and I suddenly feel I haven't made Suzanne pay enough for her crimes.

"You did what you had to. And most importantly—-you kept yourself alive for me."

The sudden roughness of his voice doesn't escape me, and that's when I realize this is finally it.

"I love you," I say simply.

The right moment for other couples usually come when they've shed tears. But for people like Rake and me, the right moment is when we've shed blood, and we see for ourselves that nothing has changed.

A smile cracks over Rake's lips. "I love you, too, and...I have to say that I kinda saw this coming."

"This?"

"You told me you'd never be the type to scream 'I love you' when having sex."

I do remember saying that, but...

"So that's when I figured you'd likely be the type to say the words when one of us has either killed or is about to kill someone else—-"

Oh.

"And I love it," he says fiercely, "so don't you ever fucking change."

I have no chance to tell him he's being weird, with his mouth already covering mine and his tongue thrusting past my lips.

Oh, Rake.

The local police has finally arrived, and even though I can literally hear them reading Suzanne her rights, Rake and I go on kissing like a pair of horny teenagers out on their first date. I think this is Rake's way of making me just as vulgar as he is...and while this is a secret I'll carry to my grave, I won't have him any other way as well.

Epilogue

KAYRA IS ALREADY HITCHING her gown up even before the privacy window has fully slid closed, and all I can do is groan as she impales herself on my straining cock.

"Where the fuck are your panties?" I demand hoarsely as she starts riding me like the expert horsewoman that she is.

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