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“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says. However, he shoves my hand away. “I want to be the one who makes you come.”

He strokes and tweaks my clit and I scream until my throat is raw as euphoria rushes through me. I ride Rafael’s hips wanting him as deep as he can go until my legs tremble from the effort. My head falls forward to rest against the side of his throat and the sound of him shouting his release reverberates through my entire body. He wraps his arms around me as he comes, pressing me to him.

When he finally slows down, I close my eyes and sigh in contentment.

“Viziata?”

“Hmm?”

“You owe me a couple of things if you want to make this work.”

I lift my head, worry slamming into me. “Such as?”

“First of all,” he says, raising his index finger, “you need to give me your word you’ll never run, no matter how scared you are.” I nod and he raises another finger. “Secondly, you need to change Dusty’s name because it’s lame as fuck. And lastly, you’re going to marry me tomorrow because I require loyalty ’til death.”

I grin. “Geez. Anything else?”

He taps his chin in thought and the twinkle in his eyes has returned, warming me all over. “No, I think that’s it.”

“Well, before I commit, I have some conditions as well.” I raise my index finger. “First of all,” I say, matching his tone, “you will no longer be a man whore because I’m not sharing you with every woman in the freaking city. Secondly, I will not be separated from Violetta. She needs me and I can’t abandon her again. Thirdly, you have to promise to love me as much as I do you.”

He rolls his eyes and I smack his chest. “Is that you trying to get a confession out of me?” he asks with a lazy smile.

“No, just a vow.”

“‘Loyalty ’til death’ is my family’s motto,viziata. And we mean that shit with every fiber of our being. So when I say that to you, I fucking mean it.”

I purse my lips. “And when will that be?”

He tightens his arms around me and brushes my lips with his. “You have my loyalty ’til death do us part, for I thee lust, and I now pronounce you Mrs. Silvestri. There’s your vow.”

I can’t stop my laughter from flowing. “I, Carina, take thee, Rafael—big ego and all—Silvestri, to be my husband.”

He winks at me. “Big cock means big ego. Facts are facts.”

“I better fact-check then to make sure you’re not a liar.”

“Oh,vizata, the only liar here is you.” When I jerk back, he snatches the nape of my neck. “Youhealedme, ‘dear little one.’ Isn’t that the origin of your name?”

I nod, unable to speak past the tears gathering in my eyes.

“I thought so. And you know what else I think? We should give that name to our daughter.”

“That would be—”

Rafael interrupts me with a kiss that sears my soul and imprints his name on it for all time. Wedding or not, he is mine and I am his.

Epilogue

Rafael

Afew weeks later…

Carina’s shrieks of delight may render me deaf.

But the joy on her face makes up for the pain in my ears.

“Rafael, how did you know?” She presses the camera to her chest and gazes at me with such adoration my chest fills with some weak ass emotion. If I’m not careful, my wife will turn me into a pussy.