Page 91 of Stolen Queen

He laughs. “What are you up to, Mrs. Moretti?”

“Consummating the marriage. It’s not a done deal until then.” I free his dick and stroke its long, hard length. He groans as he presses a button on the door’s armrest that insures our privacy. My cheeks heat as I realize I was about to give our driver a show.

Matteo’s hand makes its way under my dress, his fingers finding me wet and needy for him. “Tell me what you need, Mrs. Moretti.”

My chest fills with such love to hear him call me that. “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Moretti.”

He growls, tugging me down until I take him into my body. Once he’s seeped inside me, I look into his blue eyes. They’re looking back at me with the same love and awe I feel.

His fingers brush along my cheek. “I love you, Ava Moretti. You’re my life.”

I lean in and kiss him, pouring everything I am into it. He makes me feel seen, alive, cherished. I plan to make him feel the same for the rest of my life.

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

Ava – Three Years Later

As Matteo and I step into the D'Amato home, I'm immediately enveloped by the warm glow of Christmas cheer. The foyer is a winter wonderland, with twinkling lights draped along the grand staircase and fragrant garlands adorning every doorway. The air is filled with the scents of cinnamon and pine, transporting me to a world of holiday magic.

I adjust Rocco on my hip, marveling at how heavy our two-year-old son has become. His wide eyes take in the festive scene.

As we move further into the house, memories wash over me. It feels like just yesterday that I first walked these halls, discovering a whole new world in which families love and support each other. And now, I stride through them with my husband by my side and our son in my arms.

Matteo and I continued to live in the D’Amato mansion until Rocco was born. It was partly to make sure my father didn’t take action against me or Matteo. But it was also because I needed people around me. Piper and Diana supported me through my pregnancy and helped me with Rocco when he was a newborn.

Piper had her baby just a month after I moved in. A sweet little boy named after Elio, who they call E.J. Diana’s baby came two months after that, just before Lana and Henry finally tied the knot on Valentine’s Day. Diana and Lazaro have a little girl, Arianna.

As Rocco neared his first birthday, Matteo bought us a home not far from here. It’s not as large, but it’s large enough for us to have several more children. And while we have our own space now, we still spend a great deal of time here. With family.

We head to the living room which is dominated by an enormous Christmas tree, its branches filled with twinkling lights and sparkling ornaments. Presents are already piled high beneath it. I’m excited to think about Rocco's response come Christmas morning. At two years old, I think he’ll have a better understanding of what's going on. I press my hand to my belly, thinking about the other present I have for Matteo.

Laughter echoes through the room where the family is all gathered. All this feels so different from the Christmases of my childhood. There's a genuine joy here, a sense of belonging that I never experienced in my father's house.

Elysse, Elio and Piper’s ten-year-old daughter, is entertaining E.J. and Arianna by the Christmas tree. Rocco squirms in my arms, his little hands reaching out toward his cousins.

"Down," he demands, his voice a mix of excitement and impatience.

Matteo chuckles. “A man who knows what he wants.”

I set Rocco down, and he runs off to join his cousins. Elysse, ever the protective older cousin, immediately reaches out to envelop him in their fun.

Matteo's arm slips around my waist, and I lean into him.

"Look at them. They're so happy."

“And how about you?”

I glance up at him.

“Are you happy?”

“I’m beyond happy.”

He grins and gives me a quick kiss.

“We’ve got eggnog… boozy and unboozy,” Janey, one of the servants, says, holding a tray. I pick up an unboozy option.

Matteo shakes his head. “I’d rather just have the booze.”

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