Page 58 of Risky Vows

A warm, bright energy flows through me, filling me, grounding me to the spot, to being here, with her—my wife, my rat.

I fuse my mouth to hers in a hot kiss, and she hugs me tight, pressing her body against mine. Our lips explore each other steadily, heat growing inside me. I tell my cock to calm down, but it doesn't fucking listen. She disengages her lips from mine and holds my hand, cocking her head in the direction of the bed.

"We shouldn't do this. You'll be in pain afterward."

"I'm in pain now. Come on, take off your clothes."

"Amara." I cup her face. "We have the rest of our lives to do whatever you want."

"When I was in that basement, I thought I'd lose you. Now I have you—and you’re telling me you love me like I wanted. Were you worried about me leaving? Well, get ready. Soon, you'll be tired of me sticking around," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice that only renews the certainty I have in my heart about her.

I remove my shirt and put it aside. "Let's do this, rat," I say, picking her up and carefully laying her on the bed.

EPILOGUE

AMARA

Six months later…

"Is Dante gone?" Massimo asks, joining me in the library.

I slide the book I was reading into the top desk drawer and close it. I've enjoyed the alone time since Dante left with AJ, short for Andie Junior. My heart tugs. I'll miss them. "He moved out this morning, yes."

Massimo touches his chest and exhales as he pulls the chair in front of me and sits. "Good."

I shake my head. "You're bad."

Nostalgia settles in my chest. We've bonded over the past six months—we all needed to heal from different things, and the togetherness helped.

But now, after finishing baby-proofing his home and hiring a new nanny who'll supposedly stick around, unlike the others we’ve tried, Dante is ready to start a new life.

We've been busy. I've worked with safe houses and women's groups on the down low, and the mobile massage idea has proved useful. The massage therapists have been busy, andseeing the gratitude in the women's eyes—giving them a moment of self-care as they heal—has been beyond rewarding.

Anthony and a new bodyguard follow me everywhere I go, but I’ve gotten used to it. I know it's a necessity.

The Santinis have been quiet, and even though Dante has sworn revenge, he's been busy with his baby. It's like a quiet, cold war is brewing.

Meanwhile, Massimo has been working with my brother, and besides a couple of hiccups, they've gotten along well for the most part. Dante helped Massimo break the news to the other siblings and his father—and at that point, everyone agreed that working together was better than more disruptions.

I stand, looking for my phone—I've probably left it on one of the floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. Massimo gets to his feet and embraces me from behind, and I buck my hips into his. He spins me around and bends me over the desk, running fingers down my back until he kneads my ass. "Them moving out calls for a celebration."

"I can only imagine what you have in mind, my good sir."

He hikes up my skirt and pulls down my underwear. "I heard that baby cry for nights on end. This house isn't as big as we think."

I chuckle. Poor AJ had cried for a while. "Does that mean you'll be an impatient dad when we have kids?"

"No. I'll endure any crap for our kids."

I believe him. Even though he appreciates the silence now, when Dante was over, Massimo helped with the baby and never complained. But I think he missed our nights together without interruptions.

Honestly, so have I.

He slides three fingers into my pussy, and I moan. Then he nips my shoulder, and I melt onto the desk, already turned on. "Look at you, rat. So wet already."

I undulate my hips, deepening the angle of his fingers inside me. "Yes."

He rams his digits into me with quick, shallow thrusts, and my ragged breaths create a blurry effect on the smooth surface of the desk. "I fucking love you," he says.

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