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“Oh, God… Fiona.”

I groaned, squeezing her hair in my hand. She brought her other hand into the mix and touched my balls tentatively.

“Fuck, yes… That’s a good girl, baby.”

My encouragement had her cupping my balls and pumping my shaft, sucking the head, and twirling her tongue around it expertly.

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come!”

She picked up the speed and pressure, begging me to spurt into her mouth, so I did.

“Aaah!”

My dick burst with pleasure, and my balls emptied out into her mouth. I felt fucking terrible about it since this was her first blow job ever, but she gave me no choice, and it was so fucking hot. I let my head fall back and caught my breath while she wiped her mouth and climbed up to sit next to me with her legs across my lap, over my sensitive dick.

“So… I did good?”

I opened my eyes and turned my head to her. “Baby, you did fucking fantastic.”

She grinned and leaned forward to kiss me. I pulled my arm up and wrapped it around her body, pulling her against me with my hand sliding up her thigh.

“You wanna come again, baby girl?” I growled, biting her lip, and spreading her legs apart.

“Yes please,” she practically begged, lifting her leg to rest her foot on my knee.

Fuck. I couldn’t believe my luck. I could do this all fucking day.

Finally, after all these years, I had my princess. For the first time ever, I actually had her; she was mine and no one else’s. I held her body like she was made of glass—I was never going to let go of her, and I kissed her like it was the last time, every fucking time.

Now that she let me into her life, I wasn’t going anywhere, ever again. Even if she told me to fuck off for some reason, we both knew that I could find her, wherever she was, and make her mine again.

25

Fiona

Two weeks later

“Good evening, everyone! I’d like to say a few words if you don’t mind.”

Antonio stood up in front of everyone at his Boulevard XXX restaurant, the intimate and elegant Italian cuisine establishment he was so proud of. He’d invited the Morettis and Romanos here tonight; there was Enzo, Viola, Mia, Huxley and Olivia, me and Tony, as well as a few more of our close family and friends.

Our babies were with a sitter and a bodyguard back at Tony’s penthouse, which I’d already moved into as soon as he asked me a week ago. Yeah, we moved fast, but technically we’d known each other for years, and we already had a child, so, it didn’t feel fast at all. It felt right.

“I think that we can all agree that Fiona has been through a rough year.”

Tony squeezed my hand on my thigh under the table while Mia and the girls smiled at me supportively.

“But there’s a silver lining, a bright, sunny future creeping out from behind those cloudy days.” He smiled at me with a proud look in his eye. “When Tony approached me a few weeks ago, I had no fucking idea that he was ever in love with my little sister.” Antonio shrugged, making everyone chuckle.

“It was obvious, though,” Olivia added, making me widen my eyes and look at her. “What?” she asked. “You guys hated each other for years. Everyone knows hate equals deep-seeded love.”

“Yep,” Viola said, raising her glass to that, while Mia grinned and winked at me.

“It was just a matter of time!” she added.

“Okay well,” Antonio spoke blandly, “being less intuitive than our female counterparts, we men didn’t know.” Huxley shook his head in agreement, chuckling darkly while Antonio continued. “But once he told me that he was in fact the father of my strapping little nephew, it all made sense.”

Huxley whistled, the girls whooped in joy, and Enzo shook his son’s shoulder proudly. All of the Romanos were overjoyed when they found out that my baby was in fact their own blood as well. Huxley surprised me most of all, though. I thought they couldn’t stand each other, but Hux told me in private that he knew Tony was a good guy. That he wouldn’t have wanted his little sister to be with anyone less than a powerful don who was already a part of our family.

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