Page 110 of Ruined in Vows

“I love you my angel. Myprincipessa. My wife.”

“I love you, too,” I respond instantly. “Now make love to me.”

He chuckles, shifting his hips and hitting a part inside of me that has me seeing stars. “Marry me.” It’s not a question but more of a demand.

Frowning, my eyes snap to his. “But we are already married.”

“Yeah, I know. But I want to do it properly. With all of our family and friends. I want you to have the wedding you dreamed of.” He reaches down, circling my clit with his thumb.

Gasping, my back bows, legs tightening around his waist. “Yes,” I cry out.

He smashes his lips to mine in a triumphant kiss. My orgasm hits me, pussy clamping down around Dante’s cock and drawing out his own release.

“Fuck,” he groans as we come together.

His dick thickens, jerking as warmth fills my insides.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sigh in contentment, pulling him close to me.

There are only two words to describe this moment, and I hope we feel it for the rest of our lives.

Pure bliss.

Because after everything we have been through together and alone… We deserve it.

We deserve every piece of happiness.

And I will do everything to ensure we receive it.

Epilogue

Dante

Three months later…

“Nervous?” my best friend drawls, dragging my attention to him.

It's my wedding day.

And we are currently in the backyard of the Marchetti estate, waiting at the makeshift altar for my wife and her bridal party. On either side of the aisle sits our closest family and friends. It’s a small gathering but exactly what we wanted.

I snort. “No. Allegra is already my wife. Remember?”

Nico chuckles, shaking his head. He cocks a brow, amusement lacing his tone when he speaks. “How could I forget. I’m still traumatized from walking in on you…” he trails off, his face scrunching up in disgust. “Calling her your wife as you did ungodly things to my little sister.”

“I am quite sure you do the same and worst to your wife,” I shoot back.

He narrows his eyes, a feral, manic look in them at the mention of Ocean. “Best friend or not, I won’t hesitate to kill you if you mention my wife and sex in the same sentence ever again.”

Matteo laughs, and I can’t help following suit. Jesus Christ, the man is over the top possessive. I mean, I get it. I feel the same toward Allegra. But I’m not as irrational as Nico.

“Ocean deserves a reward really. I really don’t know how she manages your brand of unhinged,” I drawl sardonically.

Nico smirks, looking toward the window of the room he knows his wife is currently occupying. “She manages it very well.”

“How is she feeling?” I ask, changing the subject.

Nico sighs, running a hand through his hair, a faraway look on his face. “Exhausted. Sofia’s colic has been hard,” he says, talking about his three-month-old daughter. “But she is finally through the worst of it.”

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