Page 129 of Brutal Devil
“Which door is to your bedroom, baby?”
I nod toward a door at my right. “In there.”
He scoops me up. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”
My clit pulses. “Yes.”
In a blur, he carries me into my bedroom and lays me gently on the bed. He strips me slowly, kissing every inch of my skin as he unwraps me like I’m the best present on Christmas morning. When he buries his face between my legs, I arch into his mouth.
“I missed you, baby.” He thrusts his tongue into me, then flicks it over my clit, showing me just how much.
“I missed you too,” I manage on a moan as he sucks hard and then sinks two fingers deep.
“I’ve missed this gorgeous pussy.” He fucks me with his fingers until I come undone.
My orgasm roars through me like a hurricane.
Priest starts stripping out of his suit. I sit up to help him, tearing off his clothes, desperate to be naked with him. Then he presses me back on the bed and sinks into me in one thrust. He fuses his mouth over mine and kisses me like I’m breakable, making love to me slowly, tenderly. Making me feel how much he loves me with every kiss, every touch. This time is different from the others that came before, our connection deeper, stronger than ever.
He circles my clit and sucks my nipple, and just like that, I lose control, clenching on his cock as he drives into me. It doesn’t take long before he reaches his own release as the ripples of mine are still surging through me. At the last second, he pulls out and grips his cock as he paints my stomach with hot spurts.
“I’m so fucking glad you forgive me for fucking everything up,” he murmurs as he takes me into his arms, not even bothering to clean me up.
I like wearing him on me anyway. I missed him more than I can possibly convey.
I kiss his chest right over his steadily beating heart, cuddled intimately against him. “Just so you know, Cid is part of the package now.”
He chuckles and sifts his fingers through my hair. “Whatever makes you happy,amore mio.”
Epilogue
PRIEST
“You ready,frattore mio?” Saint asks.
My bare feet are covered in white sand. The sun is shining, the azure waves are gently lapping at the Caribbean shore, and I’m about to marry the woman I love for the second time.
But this go-round, it’s not a rushed arranged marriage in an intimidating cathedral. It’s a private beach wedding in St. Thomas at the luxury resort we recently invested in, with only our closest friends and family.
“I’m more than ready,” I tell my brother, best man, and consigliere.
For the last year, Luna and I have been living together, figuring our shit out. She transferred to a dynamite MFA program in the city and finished her degree. I’m so fucking proud of her, it ought to be a crime.
She’s been publishing poetry under a pseudonym to keep the family business separate from her work, a compromise she says she doesn’t mind one bit. Her cat has been plotting my murder because I spend every night in Luna’s bed and I don’t like to share. Cid will get over it eventually.
I’m don of the joined families, and we’ve expanded our territory and developed stronger ties than ever with the Bratva, thanks to Scorpion. Luna manages her dad’s businesses, and she’s converted part of the club into a combination coffeehouse and independent bookstore.
Life is better than I ever dared to imagine it could be. I’m the luckiest asshole this side of the equator. And I’m about to get even luckier when my woman walks down the aisle to me.
“What’s with the shit-eating grin?” Saint asks me, playfully kicking sand in my direction.
“Just thinking about how fucking lucky I am.”
Saint shakes his head. “Youarelucky to have Luna. My sister-in-law’s a kick-ass woman. But don’t let all this go to that fat head of yours or you won’t be able to fit through a fucking door.”
“You’re lucky you’re my brother,” I warn him.
But it’s a good-natured warning, and he knows it. Saint can get away with more than anyone can. Except for Luna. And maybe, just maybe, that gray-and-white bundle of fur she brought home. I’ll never admit that I’m the one who keeps buying Cid the catnip bananas that have been popping up all over the penthouse. That secret dies with me.
