Page 129 of Corrupted Deception

Her back arched, and that cry turned to a scream as her cunt clamped down like a vise and sent me hurtling right over the edge.

I thrust in once more, and that was it. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body as I came deep inside her, no barrier, no condom.

Fucking perfect.

It was a long time before I withdrew, but knowing that even as I did, my come was still inside her? It had me wanting to bang on my chest like King Kong.

I chuckled as I grazed my hand down the long line of her back.

“What’s so funny?” she asked as she stood up and turned to face me, looking like a woman who had just been well fucked.

I shook my head, still smiling. “You’re right; I’m a caveman.”

She scoffed. “You’re just figuring that out?”

I smiled, but that thought brought up another. “Sometimes, it takes some time to see the truth,” I said with a deceptively casual shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “This is the ‘we’re having one conversation, but really, we’re having another’, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Okay,” she said, elaborating no further.

I laughed. “Okay? What does that mean?” I asked, reiterating her own words back to her.

She sighed as she slid her hands up my chest and up to the back of my neck. “It means I love you, and I…” She hesitated. “And I don’t want to walk away from this, charming.”

“Bene,” I said, pulling her closer. “Because I love you too,tempesta.”

Epilogue

Charlotte Santoro

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said, his voice raised to be heard over the cascading waterfall not far from the orchid-adorned arbour. “You may now kiss the bride,” he continued, as if these dangerous people needed permission to do anything.

Raven smiled from ear-to-ear as Nico—her fiancé, now husband—leaned down and kissed her upturned lips in a thorough kiss that certainly wasn’t church-appropriate. Good thing they’d opted for an open-air wedding in paradise.

The kiss went on as guests clapped and cheered, and one particularly rowdy group of men in leather cuts whooped and whistled.

Lucianos, Costas, and Lucas. The Old Dogs MC. Nacio and his men. Three freaking New Y0rk crime families, a motorcycle club, and a Colombian cartel all together in this tropical oasis. This had to be something right out of the ‘Twilight Zone’.

I’d met them all, a constant barrage of introductions in the day leading up to the wedding. And I had to say, for a bunch of criminals, they were some pretty awesome people. Awesome, and overwhelming at the same time. My nerves were seriously frayed here.

When the kiss finally ended, Nico was smiling. It was a completely thorough smile—bone-deep, I was tempted to say.

I guess he wasn’t trying to stay single after all.

The happy couple led the procession back down the aisle. And what a procession it was. Ten bridesmaids and ten groomsmen. I had a feeling no one here lacked for company in their lives back at home.

“Are you ready for the party?” Cielo whispered against my ear as Raven and Nico made their way down the orchid- and Colombian rose-lined aisle, hand in hand. He spoke lightly, but I could hear the genuine question beneath it.

“Just point me in the direction of the bar, and I’m good to go,” I said, because believe it or not, crowds weren’t really my thing.

Cielo leaned away enough for me to see it when he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t give me that look, charming. I could drink anyone here under the table.” All right, maybe notanyone. I’d yet to out-drink Nacio, but it was a work in progress.

He laughed. “Do you remember Greta?” he asked, smiling.

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