Page 7 of The Devil's Demise

He gasps. “Did my Chiara just blush?”

“Shut up.” I roll my eyes, swatting his hard, muscular shoulder. “I so did not.”

“Riiiight. I won’t tell anyone.” He rises off me and starts to get dressed. “Wouldn’t want the people here thinking you’re going soft on them.” He winks as he tucks his heavy length back into his pants. “Hey. My eyes are up here, gorgeous.”

I shrug, all doe-eyed. “I’m sorry, sir. It’s just that my husband has such a small penis. I’m not used to seeing one that big.”

“Small, huh?” He shakes his head, a smirk snaking up his mouth until he’s suddenly on me, flipping me over his shoulder, his palm smacking my ass as I giggle freely. “I’ll show you small.”

CHAPTER2

DOMINIC

Wakingup beside Chiara is my favorite thing. It feels like I’ve waited a whole lifetime to call her my wife.

Chiara Cavaleri. That’s who she was always meant to be. And sure, the years between us were filled with hurt and misunderstandings, but still, we made it, no matter the walls that were so expertly keeping us apart.

She groans, tucked into my chest, where she most often likes to sleep. Chiara isn’t the type of woman to need anyone, and the fact that she needs me ... damn, it makes me feel like I’m the luckiest son of a bitch that ever walked the earth.

“What time is it?” she asks, a lazy smile on her face, her eyes still half-closed.

“Early, baby.” I palm her ass, pressing her tighter against me. “Go back to sleep.”

She groans, burrowing into my bicep, and my cock throbs at the sight of her.

“You’re so warm . . .” She yawns again. “And cozy . . .” She throws a leg over my hip. “But I should probably get up.”

“No, you shouldn’t, baby. You’re three months pregnant. It’s okay to rest sometimes. In fact . . .” I slant my lips over hers, stroking them with mine. “It’s mandatory.”

With one arm tucked under her, I use my other to pull her closer.

She groans as I kiss her. “But I have so much to do.”

“Not this early, you don’t.”

Another kiss against her jaw has her throwing her head back on a long, throaty moan, and my cock swells against her at the sound.

“The club is closed. The house is clean.” My lips drift down her neck, marking her with my kisses, my teeth grazing her skin. “There’s nothing to do but stay in bed with your husband.”

“So damn tempting, because my husband is all sorts of hot.” Her hand slips into my scalp, her pointy nails scratching me, and damn, it feels like heaven.

Our life so far has been everything either of us could’ve wanted. This slice of paradise we’ve created is everything that matters to me. My brothers and I, we finally got to live, every one of us, with the woman we love. The war is now a distant memory, and it’s nice not to live that way anymore. We have each other. We’re all family. The girls are close, too. A little too close, if you ask me, because if one of us messes up, they’re all ganging up on the wrongdoer.

Tiptoes splatter outside our door, and we groan simultaneously.

“You think if we hide under the comforter, they won’t see us?” she asks on a sweet laugh.

“Let’s try it,” I whisper, grabbing the blanket and quickly enveloping us in it, just as the door opens.

Giggles fill the room as they come closer. Suddenly, two tiny people jump onto the bed with a monstrous growl.

“Oh, no!” I scream. “They found us! Run!”

Our three-and-a-half-year-old identical twin boys yank the comforter off our faces.

“I’m hungry!” Frankie pouts, sitting on my gut.

“Me too!” Gianni jumps on the edge of the bed, his hands in the air.

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