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That was a great question.

“He’ll like the fact that I didn’t marry beneath me. It might take him a while to come to terms with the fact that I didn’t avenge him. It will be brownie points when you tell him you killed your father though. But truthfully? It doesn’t matter, because I am in love with you.”

TWENTY-SIX

epilogue

I startled awake again.

“Butterfly, go to sleep.”

I held onto Roman tighter. His cock was still buried inside me, and I shouldn’t have been having a nightmare, except sometimes I still did. I was still worried that he could come back. I worried that someone else was going to want to come after me.

“Emilee, take a deep breath. They're all dead. We’ve upped security literally anywhere you are. And your business is my business. I won’t be leaving you alone, ever.”

He shifted, and I wanted to chase the tingles that the simple feel of his body against mine could do.

“Make me forget him, Romy-poo. Show me who I belong to.”

His cock twitched. Roman liked it when I said I belonged to him. It was the quickest way of getting what I wanted. I wanted him hard and coming inside me. I wanted to forget anyone else ever threatened to use my body.

“God yes,” I moaned against him as I felt him slide in and out of my still wet pussy. I wrapped my leg over his hip and pushed, forcing him to his back and letting me sink my pussy down his velvety shaft.

It didn’t matter how many times I’d ridden his dick, or that he’d just made me come for him so many times I’d lost count. I still gasped at how long and thick he was and how it felt to have him fully inside me, filling me.

My pussy was deliciously sore, and every tiny movement had me nearly coming undone. I braced my hands on his chest as I forced myself to swallow the next moan and ignore the slight ache of my muscles as I rocked my hips back and forth.

“Make me forget anyone but you, Roman.”

He thrust his pelvis, slamming his rock solid length inside me again and again as I rocked and moved against him. His hands grabbed my hips, and he held me down on him as he took me over and over, thrusting deep inside me. The world faded, and all there was was him and tingles of every nerve inside me.

There was no breathing, no world around me. All I had was him. My entire world was him. All I felt was the impossible pressure growing inside me, coiling down until he thrust in once more and I was coming around his straining cock.

He fucked me through my orgasm and fucked me into another. He flipped us over and heightened the pace.

I couldn’t remember my own name as he slammed into me again and again against the throbbing walls of pussy. He thrust in again, his pace becoming punishing as he leaned down to kiss me.

“You belong to me, Butterfly. Only ever mine.”

Everything around me faded, and I came so hard I couldn’t be sure when he came or if he came with me. All I knew was this was what it felt like to be complete.

He rolled us over, his chest heaving.

“Fucking, hell. Is it possible that every time I come inside you, it feels better than the time before?” he asked.

I smiled and grabbed his ass, keeping him close.

“I don’t know, but I do think you’re getting better with practice.”

He stilled and glared at me. I loved the way he glared.

“Was I ever not good at this?”

He pulled me in closer and this time it was my turn to gasp as he pulled me closer, sliding me over his still hard cock inside me.

“Are you saying you want me to practice more?”

There was no stopping my surprise.

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