Page 25 of His Dark Desire

I match him thrust for thrust, knowing that it’s all going to be over soon. “Honey, please,” I plead with him as my pleasure starts to hit its peak. I'm about to shatter once again, this time I need him to join me.

“Not leaving you again,” he snarls as his lips slant against mine.

I can’t hold it off. My fingers claw at his back as my orgasm takes over. I cry out, my body arching, and I see stars. I cum long and hard, unable to continue to hold onto him any longer, I’m tired, utterly spent. He’s fucked me into oblivion.

I watch as he grits his teeth, his fingers digging into my flesh at my hip as he thrusts hard and fast into me.

I moan, loving the feeling of him thickening inside of me.

“Fuck,” he snarls as he thrusts deep into me one last time before he stills above me, his cock jerks, and he unloads his cum inside of me.

“Fucking love you, baby.”

I sink into the mattress, my arms still wrapped around him. “I love you, too.”

Epilogue

JOE

Five years later

"Dad," Gabby sighs as I wrap her into my arms.

I still feel so much fucking guilt for what happened to her five years ago. She's healed from it physically, but emotionally and mentally she hasn't fully, and I doubt she ever will. Having your son ripped from you while you're beaten until you're unconscious isn't something that you could ever get past. It'll always haunt you. This is why I had Gabby kept a secret, I didn't want anyone to know about her and target her because of who she is to me. Knowing that she was hurt because of me, guts me.

Killing Christina was easy, she set it up to have my daughter hurt and my grandson taken from me. She was jealous of Gabby, she hated that I had a child with someone other than her. None of that was Gabby's fault, not a fucking thing that happened between Christina and I was Gabby's fault, but Christina took it out on her and tried to have her killed. That was never going to be something I forgave. Not a fucking chance.

Killing her was easy, she was in a fucking lot of pain, and I was smiling when she took her final breath. I was able to breathe freely knowing that bitch could never hurt my kids again.

"Hey sweetheart, you doing okay?"

She grins. "Yeah, how are you?"

"Fantastic," I smile as I press a kiss to her head.

I kept my word and I'm no longer the head of the Denver mafia. Gabby's husband is. Alessio Bianchi was a great choice to take over, he already knew the business as his brother is the head of the New York Italian Mafia. It took a while, but my men respect him and the business has grown even more than I could have ever imagined.

Hazel and I moved back to Denver last year, while it wasn't planned, being away from Gabby and Anthony was hard and Hazel was the one that suggested moving here. She wanted our son, Issac, to know his sister and Anthony. I can't say I was pissed at the suggestion, in fact, I was fucking delighted. My relationship with Gabby and Anthony is stronger than ever and being close to them is what I have always wanted.

I still go back to Kentucky every six weeks, the business is thriving, and we have an office location here in Denver also, which makes it easier to continue with the business.

“Gabby,” I hear Hazel call out as she gets close to us. “You look beautiful.”

My wife loves my daughter, and it makes my life easier that they get along. My wife is also currently eight months pregnant with our second child. This time, a girl.

Gabby smiles warmly at her. “Thanks, so do you, how do you manage to look that gorgeous while eight months pregnant? I wish I looked halfway as good as you do.”

Gabby gave birth to my granddaughter four years ago, thankfully, that pregnancy wasn’t as bad as when she was pregnant with Anthony. I almost lost her during childbirth.

“How’s the kids?” Hazel asks as she leads Gabby further into the house.

I smile, never did I imagine my life would be this perfect. But fuck, it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

I place a gentle hand on Hazel's rounded belly, feeling a kick in response. Gabby’s gone home, she stopped by to spend time with Hazel and I. Now it’s late and Issac’s in bed, it’s time for me to have my wife.

"She's an active one, just like her siblings,” I say with a grin, pressing my lips against the skin at her neck.

Hazel releases a low moan. “Joe, we’ve still not found a name we like,” she whimpers.

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