Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“I love you, baby. Thank you.”
“I love you too, Viktor.”
We kiss, and it’s like the rest of the world just melts away. All that matters now is her—us. My only job is to make sure she’s happy and to provide for my child.
I never deserved this.
I deserved prison, punishment, but I was granted peace.
And I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
EPILOGUE
VIKTOR
4 years later…
Morning light pours across the lawn of our ranch, painting Bella’s skin as she tends to the herbs in our garden. She’s humming something while plucking basil leaves. I can smell them from here on the porch.
Four years ago, and I would have been alone in my penthouse, counting up debts owed to me. Now I’m watching my wife care for the things we grow.
Grow…no longer destroy…
The transformation still amazes me.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” she says without turning around. I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Can you blame me?” I move up behind her, sliding my hand up her dress and feeling the slight swell of her belly. “I think you might be twice as sexy when you’re pregnant.”
She leans back into me, causing blood to rush to my cock. “If that’s the case, we’re going to have more kids than we know what to do with.”
“We’ll have to get ourselves a bigger ranch then, I guess, sweetheart.” I chuckle.
I chuckle and breathe her in, coating my lungs with her sweet scent. She doesn’t even wear perfume. Why would she when I love her natural?
The gentle curve of her belly leads my fingers down between her legs. I lift the hem of her panties and gently stroke the soft skin of her mound.
“Anton called,” she stammers, clearing her throat. “He said everything went smoothly with the new deal.”
Anton, former right-hand man of my criminal empire, is now CFO of my legal enterprises. Real estate, shipping, and even a bit of fresh produce production.
All the fronts I used to use to hide my blood money are now actually what they were pretending to be. The lawyers nearly had heart attacks when I told them I was going legit. The accountants thought I’d lost my mind.
But my life isn’t about making money anymore or growing an empire. I’ve got enough cash to support ten generations of Morellis.
All I care about now is my wife and my family.
My son, Lukas, is asleep upstairs. It’s his nap time, which means I don’t have to worry about him running up and interrupting us.
I always want my wife. Every time of the day. I wake up hard, take her in the morning, the afternoon, and can only sleep if I’ve drained my balls into her heavenly channel.
Is it the key to a happy marriage? I don’t know. But it sure as hell helps keep ours exciting. Peace never lasted too long in our household. It always was interrupted by our hunger…
I dip my fingers into Bella’s pussy, already slick with arousal—with want and need. She giggles. “Again? It hasn’t even been two hours.”
“You know what you do to me,” I growl, slipping her panties down to her ankles. I grind my hard-on into her ass, proving my point.
She moans as I lift up her skirt. She’s put on a few pounds during her pregnancy, but I swear they all went to her tits and ass.
“And I thought I was the hormonal one,” she laughs.
I can’t stop myself from leaning down and dragging my tongue up her dripping slit. She moans and braces herself on the fencing as I start on her clit and move all the way back to her hole. I play-bite her ass, just enough to make her jump, before snatching her by the hips and pulling her back to me.
My cock is rock hard as I pull it from my pants. We both gasp as I slide inside her. Whoever said women aren’t as tight after giving birth had no clue what they were talking about, and they sure weren’t talking about my wife.
Bella is just as tight as the first time I fucked her. Back when I took her cherry and made her mine.
I rock my hips in and out, pumping fast and hard, knowing we don’t have a lot of time. But a quickie with this goddess is better than holding out for later.
I twist her head back to mine and kiss her deep, and it’s not long before the two of us are coming together, my release hot and heavy, spurting into her where it always goes.
We both sigh together as I slip out of her. I may be the initiator most of the time, but we both need it.
“Christ, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I chuckle, cupping her breasts as I stuff my still-hard cock back into my pants. Luckily, they’re baggy and have some room to them.