Page 61 of Merciless Oath

I pull my hands away and she curses my name, but my fingers are quickly replaced by my cock slipping into her.

She’s so sensitive now, teetering on the edge, and I’m drowning in a lust-filled haze. It doesn’t take long for both of us to finish, collapsing on the counter together.

“You fucker,” she gasps, her pussy spasming and clenching around me still. “We’re definitely late.”

“You get to explain why,” I cackle, pulling out of her and covering her back with kisses. “Wanna cuddle?”

“Enzo, get the hell out of here,” she hollers, but there’s laughter in her eyes.

“Funny,” I say, my voice dripping with false misery. “Just two seconds ago, it was ‘Enzo, harder’ and ‘Enzo, more.’”

“God, I love you.” She laughs, spinning around to throw her arms around me.

We both freeze, unsure of how to handle this. It’s not like it’s the first time—we said our I love yous six years ago.

“I love you, too,” I whisper shyly, burying my face in her hair. “Always have, always will.”

She squeezes me extra-hard, grateful that I didn’t make it weird, I’m sure.

“Now, will you please, for the love of god, get out of here?” she begs, shaking me and trying not to laugh.

“Aye-aye, captain,” I whisper, planting a final tiny kiss on her nose and slipping out of the bathroom. I hear her sigh heavily, but when I glance over my shoulder, she has a dreamy, happy look on her face.

Lux intercepts us on the way to the main house. She’s balancing a gigantic tray of cupcakes decorated beautifully with icing flowers.

“This way!” she calls, pointing to the greenhouse. We change our course and climb through the wet snow, following in Lux’s footsteps.

When we step inside, I’m shocked—and a little jealous that I was never a six-year-old girl getting a fairy garden birthday dinner.

“This is insane,” I whisper as Valentina gazes around starry-eyed. Lux managed to transform the greenhouse into a magical place.

Steam covers the windows, giving the structure a cozy feeling. String lights hang from the ceiling, sparkling and swaying slightly above the army of exotic plants Lux has gathered.

In the middle stands a long table that Rafael undoubtedly hauled through the snow from the big house. The table is scattered with candles, flowers, plates of colorful pastel desserts, and mismatched glasses full of something pink and fizzy.

Matilda sits at the head of the table, a tiara on her head, grinning from ear to ear.

“Lux, this is too much,” Valentina whispers, her voice cracking with emotion.

I squeeze her hand a few times and lead her to the table. Alfonso and Rafael are already there, tiaras on their heads, looking unimpressed—okay,secretlyimpressed.

“This?” Lux laughs, scooping rainbow ice cream into tiny bowls full of edible glitter. “It’s only the beginning.”

We spend the night eating way too much sugar, playing games, and giggling like kids. Valentina’s happiness shows on her face, her eyes shining and dancing every time I look at her.She looks so alive again, like she did back when I first met her.

This is the life she deserves. The life I need to give her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Valentina

I wakebefore the sun comes up and slip out of bed quietly. Enzo stirs but snuggles against my pillow and falls back asleep, allowing me to quietly sneak out the door.

The brisk morning air hits me like a punch, and by the time I reach the main house, I’m huffing and puffing.

Inside, the house is quiet and dark—everyone’s still cozied up in their beds, but I have a mission. I creep up the stairs and find Matilda’s borrowed bedroom. I slip inside and watch her peacefully sleeping for a few moments.

I can’t believe my baby is six years old today.

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