Page 65 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

The next year goes fast, and at the end of it, the theme park is in profit. It is also rated as Europe’s top theme park.

Living between the Tuscan castle and Dante’s penthouse in New York City is perfect. Dante’s Miami home on the water is also stunning and great for writing. I have just delivered book two, and I’m deep into book three in the trilogy.

Dante, Tito, and I could not be happier.

We attend various fashion events around the world, but we are lowkey, and Dante is not taking on too much.

I find the fashion universe fascinating, and industry designers gift me an almost endless stream of clothes to wear. Streetwear, dresses, gowns, and also lingerie.

Dante and an Italian friend also have a side project. They’re aiming to produce the world’s most wicked lingerie.

Dante tries the latest ideas out on me at times, and it’s hot.

We usually do it in the Tuscan dungeon, a special room in our NYC apartment that only him and I know of, and a sexy private room in our Miami oceanside home.

They’re all extremely private and safe spaces, and technically they are my classrooms.

It is where Dante teaches me to come in new ways every month.

He also teaches me to do sinful things for him, and I also get to try out some of my very own naughty fantasies.

I allow him to control every part of me, and I like it.

Because we keep our kinks to ourselves, and no one gets hurt, there is no harm. I know we are madly in love, and we are simply having fun and exploring our desires.

It’s not sick at all. It’s just hot as hell, especially with his selected masks and a few… treats.

I have come to love and adore Dante’s family, especially Nonna and Bianca. His slightly cold parents are slowly warming to us, but we keep our distance. We do not like to get caught up in stuffy, contrived gatherings either, or feeling like we have to fit in.

Dante and I fly in to see Dad every few months, and we help him around the property. Mostly out back which overlooks a lake and where he is making a cute boat house.

I have a very small family, and for whatever reason now, I feel like family is everything. In saying that, friends are important, and Parker and I stay close.

Dante and I often see Nico and his other long-time friend Lorenzo around the world. Lorenzo’s wife Storm is a darling, and we have become fast friends.

I’ve met Dante’s other friends, and they are classy and cool. Troy Remington married a fashion designer Zara, and movie star Ryan Remington married another star called Caroline.

At times, we all catch up and it’s fun.

I even met the hilarious Samantha, and her new husband Harrison King, the man some call the Media King. Dante said it was partly because Harry and Samantha live in a chateau, his surname is King, and partly because Harry finances more media projects than anyone in the world.

Even if my own family is small, Dante’s friends feel like a strong and protective tribe.

They are a large, supportive group of people who have done extremely well in their fields. A group who live life to the fullest and who look after each other. I adore every one of them, and I feel blessed to be a part of the new tribe.

For whatever reason, I like getting spanked, and I cannot work out why. Maybe I have issues, but I give zero fucks. I guess it gets my blood moving, and it’s sexy and dangerous.

Dante is far more relaxed now, and he is less uptight. Having to run all the fashion brands must have been hell, and it’s great he gave it up for us !

He still attends board meetings and approves some fashion brand detail, but he is not running the entire show. Or as he calls it, the Circus.

When I say Dante is calmer, I mean it. He does, however, turn into some kind of wild beast when we have sex.

I love it, even if, at times, he is shocking. Dante still always makes me come first and usually brutally hard.

Often, I come violently hard, like there is no tomorrow.

At times, it’s almost too much, but I like it. Actually… I love it.

As I take a break from writing book three in Miami, Dante and I take a vacation, and we head off in his jet.

As we travel, we sightsee, and we slow down. In Savannah, Georgia, where my mother’s parents were from, we visit my mother’s grave. It’s something I’ve started to do every three months or so.

I introduced Dante to Mom when we visited the first time. Now, I just talk for a few minutes and Dante sits in silence. After, Dante tells Mom what we’re doing in life, what I am doing, and that she should be proud. Even if it’s a little kooky or cute, it’s touching, and I like it.

Losing Mom young has always been hard, but for whatever reason, what Dante and I are now doing is almost pulling her back in and keeping her close.

It’s the best we can do, and it’s all we can do.

I’m glad Dante and I have our sensitive and gentle sides. We also have our sexy dark side, but we are usually light and playful. I’ve always been that way, and Dante is now coming into the light.

We are even starting our own cute traditions. That, I truly adore, and it is so us . Kooky us .

We head south, and in Texas, we rent a country home, and we ride horses on the property. We’ve started to do it in the south, and it’s in one of our favorite corners of the world.

While watching the sunset across a spectacular vista, Dante dismounts to check his horse’s hoof for a lodged pebble. He then drops to his knee.

When Dante leans up, he has an old ring and a warm smile.

My heart jumps out of my chest, and I have trouble breathing. Full of nerves, I leap down, trembling.

I’m convinced I fell in love with Dante the day I met him, and this last year has been the best of my life. We could not be happier, closer, or have more love or understanding. We just seem to flow.

As I hold my tongue, I let my perfect man propose. I then leap on him fast.

“Of course! Of course, baby!”

I hold Dante’s face in my hands, and our eyes hold. We kiss hard, and then Dante slides the ornate antique Italian ring onto my finger. I wipe another tear away, and I gulp.

I inhale, and I change my energy.

“Baby?”

Dante’s eyes focus, and I take his hands in mine. I then gently kiss his knuckles one hand at a time. “I think we should start a family too, and… And I want to have a baby.”

Dante lifts my chin. “Nothing would make me happier, darling.”

I grin like a fool, and I could not feel any better in the world. “I want you to give me a son. A son we can call Gio, after your grandfather.”

Dante nods slowly, and I can tell he is touched. He gulps down emotion.

“And we will need a daughter,” he says. “A girl we will name after your mother.”

I’m lost for words, and my heart surges. Tears fall, and I nod. “I’d like that.”

Dante holds my face close, and he kisses my wet eyes, wet cheeks, and then the end of my silly button nose.

I’m not such a screw up after all, and maybe, just maybe I’ll get to build a home and a family in this universe.

Eighteen months later, in the warm Tuscan castle, I give birth to twins. The pain is more intense than my first anal, but it has to be done unlike… that! I’ve felt enormous for so long now, it’s about time they come out.

Finally, after a last long push, I slump as the second voice cries out.

As my cleaned-up babies are finally placed on my chest, Dante and Nonna congratulate me. I glow as Nonna looks down, beaming.

“Your mother would be proud, darling. I know… because I am.”

I shed a tear, and Nonna squeezes Dante’s hand, before she slides out of the room. I could not have done it without her, and the wise old woman is now like a mother to me.

Everyone is in the next room, and we are suddenly alone without the midwife, doctor, or anyone.

It’s the first time Dante and I have been alone in a day.

As Dante holds my hand, he looks down in awe at our new family. I gush, full of all kinds of new emotions.

I never imagined myself being a mother, and I never thought I’d be married. Now, I am both. The thing is it all feels so…

Natural.

“A girl and a boy,” I say.

“Jessica and Gio,” Dante says with wet eyes.

“Jessy and Gio,” I say, full of emotion.

Our Italian wedding was glorious, and all of Dante’s friends attended, as did Dad, Parker, a few relatives, and a few pals from NYC. It was nice to see the very charming Nico, gorgeous Lorenzo, and gentle Storm, his new wife.

Nico’s best man’s wedding speech was touching, and he has a huge heart.

The gorgeous gentleman is somehow still single, and he confided in me he’s given up trying to find the one.

I hope to God he does not, because behind those perfect features is the strength of a king and the heart of an old-fashioned romantic.

He is simply too special to go through life alone.

As I look down at our daughter and son, I think of my pregnancy. It was both glorious and easy. Actually, that is a complete lie, and the vomiting sucked. I often felt gross, but beyond that, it was an incredible experience.

Especially now!

Dante and I are surrounded by supportive friends and family, and deep down, I know my mother is watching me from somewhere.

I hope she is proud, but deep down, I know I’m half her, and she is always within. The darlings on my chest also have my mother within.

We are all one, and I guess everything comes full circle.

It’s almost too much, and as my eyes find Dante’s, he thumbs away my tears. He is the perfect husband, and I have no doubt he will be a spectacular father to our children.

A lot has happened in the last few years, and I now see that life is full of ups and downs. That lightness only exists when there is a little darkness. With good comes bad, and there will always be life and death.

One has to take the good with the bad, and that is basically…

Life.

As long as we surround ourselves with people who love us and protect us, it’s really all we can do.

Create friends. Create relationships. Surround yourself with love.

In the big picture of life, and not that long ago, I left NYC a girl. I am now a woman and a mother. Above all, I am woman who has found her way in the universe.

I also carved out a career I adore, and now thousands enjoy my books. They see inside my crazy mind, and they also see my life observations, and how I feel relationships flow. I do not have all the answers, though I wish I did.

Besides creating my novels, I am creating a family with the man I love and adore.

Dante and I are different in many ways, but we share the same values. We believe in doing the right thing. We believe in protecting those who you love, and for fighting for what is right. For standing up against evil, or wrong.

Dante and I also agree we should always try to come together. We are mastering that, and around seventy percent of the time we get there. One day we’ll break the code and it’ll be a hundred.

Meanwhile, the rest of the time, I come first.

I’ve never come after Dante, it’s important men have manners and do the right thing!

When I hear of women who do not come first with their lover, I see red, and I think of flames. I then imagine some dickhead’s car on fire or golf clubs melting.

It’s important, we women, stand firm about some things in life. A few basic principles perhaps.

Do not stand for men who come first during sex. That is like negotiating with terrorists. You do not do it.

Breakfast in bed on Saturday or Sunday.

Oral once a week.

A little choking.

A little spanking.

A lot of hair pulling.

Try to encourage your man to get a castle and try to get him to claim you in the dungeon.

Those last two won’t always fly but give it a shot.

If we all stick to a few simple rules, at the very least, the world will be a better place.

Now, I have to go work on another book. Best you get out of here and go find the one unless he’s in bed next to you or on the sofa.

Either way, demand your man do the right things.

Option two—you wait, and you read WILD.

That being the next book in this series, and yes, that is about the wickedly hot Nico. Nico, the Italian American Media CEO, who actually looks like a Dolce & Gabbana model.

In WILD, Nico takes a break from city life, and while on a horse trek, he gets lost in mountains with a very naughty young cowgirl.

WILD is wicked…

It is also naughty… And it’s a whole lot of fun.

The End