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"Not you, Ed. Not just you," he reminds me.

"Eden."

He flashes a smile. "Eden it is then." His levity fades as he side-eyes me. "The Chamber leaders are kings who are used to holding their power on many fronts. They'll know how to navigate this. It's not the first time others have voiced dissent about their power or want a seat to be part of such a collective allied group. But those who want that additional power want it for personal gain. They don't understand that a big part of the role of the Chamber isfor the greater good."

We drive in silence the rest of the way, my stomach in nervous flutters.

I've never been nervous around Vito, but as we get closer, those nervous flutters amplify.

When Raf turns the corner down a quiet residential street, and I see Vito standing outside his car, the flutters take flight like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. But rather than increasing my nervousness, they carrying it away.

I'm jumping out of the car before Raf has stopped. He half-laughs and half-curses. I fly to Vito, and he catches me and slams his mouth to mine. Even with my cut lip, his lips have never felt so perfect.

"You're welcome," Raf calls out, then peels away.

Vito keeps kissing me, walking me backward to his car. He deposits me in the passenger seat, and his hungry look makes me want to climb him like a tree.

"I need to get you home, baby. We're going to start our official life together with me making you sob from so many orgasms, and then I'm going to paint you in my cum like the good little cum slut you are."

Cue.Pussy.Clench.

I fist his jacket, pulling him closer. "You're such a fucking cunt."

His grin blooms, dark and full of sin. "I love you, too, Eden."

Epilogue (Vito)

Eden'slaughcarriesacrossthe room. The sight of her gorgeous face with its sharp, angled jaw and her beautiful hazel eyes makes my cock stir, even though I'm in a room full of family and friends.

She's my forbidden fruit. My one-and-forever. My undoing.

The woman is my undoingandmy re-making, all wrapped in one sinfully sexy package.

My eyes fall to her glorious tits in the V-neck shirt she wears. Her rack is the best I've ever seen and really is made to make a grown man fall to his knees.

That man being me.

Christ, I want her. After all the times I've had her, I can never get enough.

The days of recovery after I had my vasectomy were agony. Not because of the pain in my balls, but because I couldn't wait to sink inside her. When I'd been 'out of commission,' I made it my goal for Eden to orgasm as many times a day as possible, and I fucked her with my fingers, mouth, and toys.

After the allotted time, I got tested. Once it was confirmed that my cum had no live swimmers, I was back to coming deep inside her pussy as often as I could.

I stare at her and shift to ease the throb in my cock. Trying to think clean, holy thoughts instead of the dirty, unholy ones rampaging through my brain at the moment.

Eden turns to me, probably sensing her predator is staring her down, looking for any opportunity to get her alone and hunt her. Her eyes drift down my body, her teeth rake over her bottom lip. I can feel her gaze like a physical touch as it stops on the bulge in my jeans.

I see the moment it hits; the soft inhalation, the quick dart of her tongue, the slight shift of her thighs. She wants me as much as I want her.

She lifts her eyes to meet mine. "One-and-done?" she mouths and raises a brow.

I shake my head. "One-and-forever," I mouth back.

Her answering smile is all I need.

Mammagoes over to Eden and says something that makes her laugh again. My heart swells with gratitude and love. My family welcomed Eden with open arms; she andMammahad an instant bond. Maybe it was fromBabboand his gifting Eden with his treasured talisman, or maybe it was because Eden's biological parents are a fucking horror show. Whatever the reason, I'm so grateful for the woman of my dreams, living and breathing by my side, and my family bringing her into their fold.

Eden has also grown close to Sophie, as she works to help bring Sophie's passion project, Hope's Legacy, to life. The project is more than just an emergency shelter and transitional home for helping women and children escape the cycles of domestic violence and poverty. The wrap-around, on-site services support what the women and children may need—whether it's primary health care, mental health, or helping withsubstance use disorders, childcare services, access to education, and employment training. There's a lot of talk of more homes being built in the city, and philanthropists are lining up to donate to expand the model to other cities nationwide.

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