Page 102 of Forbidden Vows

I sit up as he lies on his back on the bed. I straddle his hips and lower myself onto his thick shaft, both of us groaning as I slide down his length. He grabs me by the hips, thrusting upward as I rock rhythmically on his cock.

It doesn’t take long before another climax rockets through me.

We’re both so hungry, so desperate, so eager for that ultimate release.

He comes hard soon after, and I welcome every drop of him inside, my core tightening and pulsating as another orgasm explodes through me, the sound of his climactic grunts and the hazy look in his eyes too much to bear.

I collapse on him. “We’re just getting started. You know that, right?” he mutters and nuzzles my ear as I drape myself over him.

“You’re damn right. I’ve got quite the appetite these days,” I reply.

“Close your eyes,” Anton says.

We’re in the backseat of his town car, Ian behind the wheel.

“Okay, I’m getting a bit of a déjà vu feeling here,” I giggle as I close my eyes. “What is going on?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Ian chuckles. “You’re going to love it, I promise.”

“Ah, well, if Ian says I’ll love it, then okay.”

“Wow, thank you for the confidence,” Anton quips.

We reach our destination, and Anton helps me out of the car. The smell of roasted coffee beans immediately smacks my nose. I gasp and breathe it all in, my eyes still closed as I try not to laugh. Anton holds me close and gently guides me up the steps.

“I think I know where we are. The surprise isn’t really—”

“SURPRISE!” Too many voices explode at once.

I freeze on the spot, leaning into Anton as I open my eyes. I knew he was working on the café to get it up and running for me—Ian gave him away a week ago. But I had no idea how far he’d come with it, and I certainly wasn’t expecting a surprise party.

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaim upon seeing Laura and Andrei, Ciara, Paddy, and many members of the Russian and Irish mob present. “Oh, wow.”

“I know you were aware I was working on this, but I think I still managed to knock the wind out of you with this one,” Anton says, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he walks me into the newly refurbished café.

“I don’t know what to say.”

I really don’t. Not only was my café renovated and refurbished, but it’s even gotten a few gorgeous upgrades. Different light fixtures and a whole new design on the central bar—both of which I know I talked to Ciara about. They’ve been working together on this, clearly, and it came out like a dream.

“Are those servers?” I gasp, watching several uniforms glide by with drinks on their trays and smiles on their faces.

“From a catering company, just for today. I wanted you to see what it’s going to look like when it’s fully operational,” Anton replies, his hand resting on the small of my back. “After the nightmare you went through, you deserve a beautiful dream. And it’s been a pleasure and an honor to have a hand in this.”

“He didn’t do it alone, though,” Laura says as she comes in for a hug.

“He had plenty of help,” Ciara adds with a wink.

Andrei pats him on the back. “He would’ve been helpless without us.”

“Helpless,” Anton agrees.

“Almosthelpless,” Paddy chimes in, gently squeezing my shoulder. “Congratulations, kiddo. Your da would be so proud, I’m sure of it.”

“So, is this like a grand-opening party?” I ask, shyly looking around. “I mean, I know most of the people here.”

Ciara laughs. “Of course. Every high-ranking member of Chicago’s underworld is here to celebrate with you. Look at that, the Italians made it, too.”

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