Page 121 of Wicked Sinner

"Where are we going?" I ask as the driver pulls away from the curb.

"Somewhere special," is all he says, but he's holding my hand tightly, his thumb tracing circles over my knuckles.

It's not until we turn onto the familiar road leading away from the city that I start to suspect where we're headed. And when the car pulls up in front of the garage, I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"Caesar," I breathe, staring out the window at my house, my shop, the place that will always be home to me.

"Come on," he says softly, helping me out of the car. "I want to show you something."

The first thing I notice is that the parking lot has been repaved. The rough gravel has been replaced with smooth blacktop. The exterior of the building has been painted, thefaded blue siding now a crisp, clean white with navy blue trim. New windows gleam in the afternoon sun, and there's a sign by the door that makes my heart skip a beat.

Lewis Automotive. Established in 1972.

“You kept my name,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “My father’s name.”

“Your legacy is as important as mine,” Caesar says simply. “It’s your legacy and his. I wouldn’t take that away from you.”

He produces a key from his pocket and unlocks the office door, gesturing for me to go first. I step inside and gasp. The office has been completely renovated, with new flooring, fresh paint, and a new computer and card reader system. But it still feels like the same place where my father taught me to balance the books and deal with difficult customers. There are pictures on the walls—some of the old ones of my father and me working on cars together, and some new ones of Caesar and me.

"How long have you been working on this?" I ask, running my fingers along the edge of the new desk.

"Since the day after we stayed here together," he admits. "I wanted you to have it no matter what. Even if you decided not to stay.”

I turn to face him fully, this man who kidnapped me and held me prisoner… and who has proved himself to be a better man than I could have ever imagined back then, despite all of that. "Caesar…"

"I know I made mistakes," he continues, his voice rough. "I know I hurt you, scared you. I know I went about everything the wrong way. But I want you to know that I never intended to take this away from you. I never wanted to lock you up in some ivory tower and pretend you were someone you're not."

He steps closer, his hands settling on my waist. "I fell in love with the woman I found in this garage, covered in grease and telling me to fuck off. I don't want to change that woman. I wantto protect her, support her, give her everything she needs to be happy. But I don't want to change her."

The tears I've been holding back finally spill over, and I reach up to cup his face in my hands. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" I whisper.

"Show me," he murmurs, and then his mouth is on mine.

He fumbles for the door behind him, stumbling out into the garage as he kisses me. We’re back where we started, and I don’t care about my white dress or anything other than the fact that the last time we were standing here, I thought I’d never see him again, and now he’s mine forever.

Caesar backs me against the wall, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands feverishly work to pull up my skirt. His fingers find the edge of the silk thong beneath my wedding dress, and he tugs it to one side, his thumb rolling over my clit as he sinks to his knees in front of me.

I moan his name the instant his mouth is on me, his tongue fluttering over my clit as I bury my fingers in his hair. He makes me come fast, fingers plunging inside of me as he licks and sucks at my most sensitive spot until I come for him, riding his face through the orgasm that crashes over me.

Caesar is back on his feet in a flash, my leg around his hip as he frees his cock and thrusts into me in a hot, slow slide that leaves me gasping. He’s so thick, his piercings rubbing against me and making me moan, and I arch my back, wanting more.

“I’m going to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives,” Caesar growls, leaning down to nip at my ear. “You’re going to feel my cock every moment of the day, walking around after I’ve been inside of you. You’re never going to forget who you belong to.”

I turn my head, kissing him as I bite at his lower lip. “As long as you don’t forget who you belong to, either.”’

“Never,” he promises me as he thrusts harder, sinking into me roughly with each stroke as his climax nears. I tighten around him, his urgency and need spurring on my second orgasm, and Caesar kisses me hard as I feel him start to throb, his cum filling me as he picks me up by my hips, and my legs go around his waist.

“Not done?” I whisper as I feel him rock against me, still hard, and he shakes his head.

“No one gets me as hard as you do, wife. And I’m far from done with you.”

“Maybe we go inside then,” I whisper. “We could stay here tonight.”

He reaches up, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. “I like the sound of that. But for now—” His hips rock forward, angling so that I cry out from the pleasure of his still-hard, pierced cock rubbing against every sensitive part inside of me. “For now, I have you right where I want you,bellissima.”

I kiss him again as he starts to thrust, pleasure and love overwhelming me as he sinks into me slowly this time, again and again. And I know, as his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he whispers how much he loves me, that I’ll never question it for as long as I live.

Tonight, he showed me what I already knew—that he wants me, just as I am, and thatI’mwho he fell in love with. A mechanic from the middle of nowhere, when he was lucky enough for his brand-new Ferrari to break down.

And I’m lucky, too. I would never have found him otherwise. We would never have found each other.

But we’re here now. And I’m never letting go of what we have.