Page 136 of Vicious Little Games

“Cassie thought you would kill me. That’s why she was trying to find a ‘fall guy’ to put the pregnancy on.”

“Oh, Cassie,” my mom says in sympathy. I know she also appreciates the fact that Cass was stupidly trying to protect me.

I finish telling Dante, “I thought your love for my mom would at least keep me breathing. Well, until Cassie told me she was pregnant, and it was mine. Then I maybe panicked just a little bit.”

“I told you that if you ever touched any of my daughters that I would make you wish you were dead.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“So, it's a good thing that for some fucked up reason, I’ve started to think of you as my son.”

“Ew, Daddy. That’s very fucked up given the circumstances,” Cass remarks.

“That's not...I meant that I not only love Vanessa, but I love Cole as well. I was even a little…jealous when you found your father. But he seems like a good guy, and I’m happy you have him in your life after all these years. So, Cole, despite how angry I may be right now, no part of me would ever want you hurt or killed. Not just for Vanessa’s sake.” Turning to my mother he says, “I guess your arrogant little bastard has wormed his way under my skin as well.”

“Good. I mean, thank you,” I reply. “I feel the same way.”

“Do you two need a moment alone?” Cass teases us.

“Oh, I’m still going to find ways to punish your ass,” Dante warns me.

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t,” I tell him honestly. “Now that I have a baby on the way, I can’t imagine anyone ever laying a finger on them.”

EPILOGUE

Cole

“Cassie, it’s time,” my mother’s voice calls through the bedroom door. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“I haven’t!” Cass shouts back. And while I can’t see to know for sure since I’m surrounded by the skirt of her satin dress, I bet her fist is shoved back into her mouth to hold in her moans. I don’t bother letting up for even a second licking and fingering her pussy, even if my mom is trying her best to cockblock me.

And I don’t care what anyone says.

It’s not bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding.

At least it’s not bad luck if you make her come at least once. A happy wife means a happy life and all that, or so I’ve heard.

“Your father will still let you go to New York with Cole, even if you want to wait.”

Since I have one more year of school left, Cass is coming to stay with me. She’s not just going to sit around and wait for the baby to come either. Dante wants her to grow his empire on the east coast, and is going to let her decide what legit businesses he should invest in.

“I don’t want to wait any longer!” Cass yells, both to my mother and to me, which is a relief. So, I give her what she’s currently waiting for.

When I suck on her clit, I hear her muffled moan before she can hide it, right before her thighs clench around my ears and her walls throb around my pumping fingers.

Before the last of her tremors stop, I’m batting away fabric, escaping the confines of the skirt. Bunching the material up on Cass’s panting chest. I quickly undo my tux pants to free my aching cock and line it up while staring down at my soon-to-be wife’s flushed face, fist still shoved in her mouth.

“So damn gorgeous,” I whisper before I bury myself inside of her.

Before her teeth break the skin, I remove her fist and replace it with my own.

Cass swipes her tongue over my knuckles, nearly making me come before biting down on my flesh.

It’s so damn hot. She’s so fucking hot.

And in less than half an hour from now, whenever we’re finished here, I’m going to make her my wife in a small ceremony out on the patio, near the pool.

“Have you seen Cole?” my mom shouts through the door, making me wish I had some earplugs or noise-canceling headphones. Still, not even her constant voice will stop me from coming inside of my bride. “Cass?” she says when she doesn’t get a timely response.

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