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EPILOGUE

Alessandro

“ W e are not doing this here,” she says sternly, but I can see the desire shining in her eyes as I nip her neck and drag my hands up her smooth thighs.

“Sure about that?”

She huffs. “Ale! We are across the street from my father’s house. I don’t think?—”

I raise my head and flash her a grin. “That’s the problem, baby girl. You’re thinking. You should be feeling, not thinking.”

Sienna pushes the hair I just freed from the secure ponytail she had put it into out of her face and gives me a reproachful look. “How many women has that line worked on?”

I chuckle. “Believe it or not, you’re the only woman I’ve had to coax into sex.”

“I’m not playing hanky panky with you out here.” She shifts to slither back into the passenger seat but accidentally leans back against the car horn. A loud honk echoes around us, and she immediately leans forward, her eyes wide and horrified. “I think my leg is stuck.”

“Hmmm,” I mumble, eyeing her. She’s in a light blue dress with a plunging neckline that’s presently revealing a lot of cleavage with the way she’s leaning forward. I can almost see the edges of her red bra peeking out, and my mouth waters.

“How about a deal for you?” I ask as I lean back with my hands behind my head in a show of nonchalance. I know I’m not fooling anyone though, especially since she’s sitting right over my impressive cock-stand.

I’m very far from being unbothered.

“What deal?” Those doe-like hazel eyes sharpen.

I lick my lips, feeling like a wolf that’s cornering the little sheep right into a dark corner. “I’ll behave today and even keep my hands off you as much as I can if you let me eat your pussy.”

She throws her head back and lets out a peal of laughter. I take the sound and lock it right inside my heart with all my other favorite memories of her.

“I don’t trust you, Mr. Mancini. If I let you anywhere near my pussy, we won’t make it to lunch.”

I shrug, unashamed at being called out. Honestly, I don’t have any interest in playing nice with my soon-to-be father-in-law, and I’d much rather spend Sunday lounging in bed with the sexiest woman on the planet.

The fact that she’d rather be here trying to unite the two men in her life rather than be in our bed is a mystery I can never understand.

“I’ll paint you something if you help me out of this car right now,” she bargains.

I shake my head with a smile. “Nice try, baby. The last thing you painted is on its way to the tower as we’re speaking.”

She glares at me. “Damn it, Ale. You can’t continue buying all my paintings and depositing millions into my account.”

“I’m not letting goddamn Marco disrespect you by fucking under your painting.”

Her gaze turns sly. “We fuck under The Revelation all the time. If you were so concerned about respecting me, maybe you should move it to the tower too.” Then, she sighs. “And also, stop bringing up Marco. It was a joke.”

“I’m going to find him,” I promise her.

She brushes a kiss over my mouth. “You’re the worst. The most jealous caveman on the planet.”

I deepen the kiss before she can move away, pushing my tongue into her willing mouth and digging my fingers into the back of her hair. Then, I tilt her head up to give me more access to her mouth, and she shivers in my arms.

How responsive she is never ceases to please me. I love it just as much as I love every other thing about her.

Her small hands press against my chest, and then she’s fisting the front of my sweater in her hands, keeping me in place. Without breaking the kiss, I trail my hands up her thighs to the wet crotch of her panties.

“You’re wet for me,” I murmur.

“I’m always wet for you.”

I pop the single button on her dress and drag one sleeve off her shoulder, my mouth pressing to the exposed skin. She arches her back while grinding her damp heat against my slacks.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, pushing the cups of her bra down. Her breasts spill out, her nipples pink and hard and straining for my mouth.

I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking deep. She lets out a cry, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth. Her nails dig into the muscles of my shoulders as she holds on tight.

“Fuck me, baby,” she gasps. “I can’t wait. Please.”

“I want you, baby.”

She eagerly reaches for the buckle of my belt, tugging it off before sliding my zipper down. Then she has her hands wrapped around my pulsing length. Her eyes shine at me as she releases it from the confines of my briefs and licks her lips hungrily.

I grab the string of her panties, and with one yank, the material rips off her body.

“Alessandro!” she gasps, outraged.

“If we were in our bed, you wouldn’t have lost another underwear,” I tell her wisely, and she just laughs.

Rising up, she hovers over my straining length, and then she bites down on her bottom lip before sinking down my entire erection.

We both let out a gasp as she settles back on me, her tight pussy enveloping me.

“With you seated so prettily on my cock, I’m this close to turning the car around. I’ll run all the red lights and get you back into our bed where you belong,” I growl, nipping at her ear.

“I think it’ll be really awkward for the rescue team if we get into an accident.” Her mouth curls up, but the smile lasts only long enough for me to push my hip up experimentally, and then her lips part in a soundless gasp.

“We’ll be dead by then. We won’t care,” I point out.

She spreads her knees further and then rolls her hips slowly before raising them up and down. She finds a rhythm, bouncing up and down on my cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she takes her pleasure from my body.

She has never been more stunning than she is in that moment.

I cup her bouncing breasts in my hand, squeezing and plucking at her nipples.

“Argh,” she screams. “Oh God, oh God! Ale! Ale!”

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt. “Fuck baby, you were made for me. You’re gripping me so tight. I’ve been trying not to cum since you swallowed me. You feel like paradise.”

Sienna drags my head forward until one hard nipple is in my mouth. And as I nip at her, she makes a low mewling sound.

“Don’t stop!” She screams loud enough to wake up the occupants of the last house in the street. But I don’t fucking care. I want her to make the city vibrate with her cries.

“Ale, I need you. I need you,” she chants.

I know exactly what she needs. I reach for the bottom of my seat and press the button to push the driver’s seat back. Then, I grab her by the waist and spin her around until her arms are propped against the wheel.

I push her legs apart, revealing her pink, wet pussy. Pre-cum slides down my tip at the sight before me—the woman I love spread out open for me. I can never get tired of this sight.

Unable to wait a second longer, I push back into her.

“Yes!” she cries.

With one hand digging into her hips and the other clutching the grab handle, I fuck into her, my hips pushing into her over and over again until she’s mindless with lust, vibrating with it, begging, and sobbing. I grit my teeth together to keep my orgasm at bay while I piston into her as best as I can in the limited space.

When I can’t keep it in any longer, I reach around for her clit.

“Yes! My clit, baby,” she gasps. “I’m going to—I’m going to?—”

“Cum for me, baby.”

With a broken wail, she shudders as her orgasm tears through her. I continue to fuck her through her orgasm and into smaller orgasms that roll over into each other until she’s twitching and completely drained.

I let out an animalistic growl, and then my balls empty as I spurt into her, filling her with my cum. With a sigh, I drag her back down onto my lap and then turn her back to me, arranging her into a comfortable position as she leans against my chest.

She sighs. “Holy shit, Ale. Why did you let me do that? Now I’m too exhausted to cross the street.”

I smile and then press a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll carry you across the street.”

“Hmm,” she hums. “My dad won’t like that.”

My jaw clenches. “Too bad for Daddy Dearest then.”

She bats at my chest. “You promised you’d play nice. And you can’t blame Dad. You kidnapped me, after all. How do you want him to feel about that?”

“You’re the one I kidnapped, and you were sitting on my cock a few minutes ago.”

Sienna raises her head at me. “Because I’m in love with you. But I can’t say the same for my dad. Promise me you’ll play nice.”

As if I can deny this woman anything. “Fine. I’ll play nice. I’ll even call him daddy to show how nice I am.”

She presses a kiss over my heart. “You’re the worst. You’re lucky I love you.”

“I would have just kidnapped you again and fucked you into submission if you didn’t agree to be with me.”

“And here I thought I had an option,” she says with the barest hint of exasperation in her voice. “You should look into other side hobbies outside of kidnapping.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl,” I say with a laugh. “You’re the only person I’d ever want to kidnap, and since you’re here anyway, I can get a new side hobby.”

She raises her head from my chest and begins to arrange her clothes. Then, she shoots me a pointed look. “I hope you don’t plan on telling our kids this sordid tale. I don’t want them thinking it’s fine to take and keep people as long as it ends well.”

I watch her as she adjusts her bra and then stares forlornly at her ruined panties before deciding there’s no use. Next, she concentrates on arranging her hair into some semblance.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her honestly.

“I look like a mess, and it’s all your fault. My father will take one look at me and know what we’ve been up to.” Her cheeks turn red. “I can’t believe you, Ale.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want it as much as I did,” I tell her. “But there’s really no way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you, knowing you have nothing under your dress.”

I lean forward and dig out a pack of wet wipes then remove one and begin to wipe the insides of her thighs.

“I’m going to be leaking throughout lunch. Ale!”

“I love you.” I plant a chaste kiss on her pouty lips, tuck my spent cock back into my slacks, and then smooth my hands down my shirt. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

With a chuckle, I open the door and help her down the car before climbing down after her. Opening the back door, I grab the basket of fruits and bottle of wine she insisted we bring.

“How do I look?” she asks.

I look at her over my shoulder as I retrieve the gifts. “Like a woman emperors and kings go to war for,” I reply.

Sienna bats her lashes at me. “Mr. Mancini, you flatterer. Are you trying to get into my panties?”

I smirk. “You’re not wearing any.”

“Shhh…” She skips off toward the house, and I watch her for a moment, feeling an overwhelming bout of love.

Sienna D’Addario was handed to me on a platter by fate, and I had stupidly thought she was simply going to be the tool for my revenge. But she was always meant to be far more.

She’s everything to me.

The small box in my pocket feels heavy, almost like it’s burning a hole through my clothes.

“Are you coming?” she calls from the door where she and Ivan are watching me. I swear her father’s mouth is pulled down in disapproval, and I wonder if he knows what we were up to.

With a shrug, I take a step forward and toward the beginning of the rest of my life.