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Yes, and I am not well equipped to handle my marriage. I know she would feel neglected if it were just me, Sebastian mused.

I washed myself, feeling complete for the first time. I didn’t feel like I was panicking. In fact, Sebastian was relieved, and there was a sense of peace between us for the first time. Our mind settled its chaotic chatter.

I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing my towel and drying off. I had never thought to share my feelings with my alter. It was weird, but maybe it was necessary. If we could agree on things together, we would have a much more stable life.

Dry, I wrapped the towel around myself, and headed out to the bedroom. Mya was still passed out, but she didn’t need to be awake for what I had in mind. She’d had a rough go of it, and I knew exactly what would settle her down.

I dropped the towel and stroked my pierced cock, as I settled in beside her.

When it was nice and hard, I softly rubbed against her slit, and she moaned in her sleep. I ground into her lightly, touching her clit and smiling in the dark, when she grew wet.

I whispered in her ear, “You know whose cock this is, my little wife. I’m going to stuff you full, so you have good dreams and stay settled.” I kissed her cheek, rubbing her ass between the palms of my hands.

The friction between our bodies caused my dick to slip inside her. She gasped and her eyes sprung open, clashing with mine. I froze, and then relaxed, when I realized her glazed sight wasn’t really on me.

She sighed and closed her eyes once more. I squeezed the base of my cock rhythmically, thinking of the baby she would have for me soon. No more fighting. It’s not like I could knock her up again, but I could daydream about the next baby. And all the others to come.

Her belly would grow round with my child. I could feast on her tits when they were filled with milk. I imagined what her flavor would taste like, and my dick exploded from the mental images I drew.

I held her tight and rolled her on top of me, keeping my piercing buried deep inside. Mya snuggled into me, andbreathed in and out slowly, back to her normal pattern. I knew in the morning, she would wake up aroused, and ready for another round.

I caressed her face and kissed her once more. My eyes fell closed slowly as I drifted off, thinking of what our future children would look like. For once in my life, I was thankful for Silas. He brought Mya into my life, and I would never let her go.

She would find more happiness with us in time. Our love was ever growing. A bargain with the Devil she made, and now she wouldn’t break that vow.

EPILOGUE

SAMUEL MOYER-CAPUTO

The United States of America

“Welcome home!”My cousin, not by blood, Daniele Caputo, stretched his tattooed hand out to shake mine in the middle of the airport.

“This isn’t my home,” I mumbled.

And it wasn’t. Sure, I was born and raised here. I went to college in this country, but once I got into legal trouble, and the Caputo family took me under their wings, that was it.

I was famiglia, and that meant Daniele was family. His dark hair looked like it’d been cut recently.

“Whatever,cugino.” He looked around. “Where’s the rest of your luggage?”

I shrugged. “I shipped everything else here. I just brought my laptop on the plane so I’d have something to do.”

“Did you find anything?” He spun on his heel and headed for the exit.

I caught up in two steps. “There’s a video I’m having trouble accessing, of outside the school library. I want to scope that area out.”

Daniele scrubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I tried to find that girl, but it was like she disappeared without a trace. I had to call in backup.”

“It’s nothing. I needed to get away anyhow.” With Sebastian and his new wife sequestered in the family villa, I wanted to get away from Italy for a bit. I thought Silas was bad with his obsession with Eden.

However, Sebastian was worse. It was like he had twice the amount of passion, and whatever else they called it, for Dr. Mya. It gave me the creeps. I didn’t want to be in a relationship like that. I thought all the men in the famiglia were on some kind of family drugs I didn’t have access to.

At the hint of a woman, I’m out. I’d been burned before, and wasn’t looking to repeat the process. I didn’t just pull out. I made sure I ejaculated on them, and helped them clean it up, when I had hookups.

No woman was trapping me ever again. Not after what happened the last time. I wouldn’t allow myself the pain of losing a child that wasn’t rightfully mine to begin with. I was done.

“I had the men put together a surveillance room down to your specifications,” Daniele informed me, as we reached the parking lot.

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