Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“That, I am.” And then his lips devour mine.
Epilogue - Jasper
Two years later
“You know what you’re going to do, Pet.” I hold her down with my hand around her throat.
“No, I don’t.”
I smirk. “Is that so, my filthy slut?”
She’s baiting me, wanting me to take it hard on her. That’s what my beautiful wife does when she wants to get fucked so thoroughly.
“No, Jas.”
“Are you my slut?”
“Your only slut.” She purrs. It’s our game, how we both get off.
My little Petal and I might be married, but we always get off on the depraved side of things. She still runs away and makes me chase her. She still wants to be tied to the bed as I fuck her in the ass. I still make her beg over and over again before shattering her world to pieces.
It’s not only a turn on; it’s a way of living. Still, I take her slow sometimes, worshipping her body over and over again until she falls asleep completely satiated.
Today, we have no time for our toys after a long day outside, working, and spending the night in the farmers’ fest, so I only get to use my hand.
I smack her ass, the slap echoing in the room, and she moans, clenching around my dick.
“More, Jas.”
“More?”
She nods frantically and sucks on my thumb when I place it at her lips.
I slap her three successive times, making her buck off the bed, but before she can come down off the burn, I fuck her hard and fast, squeezing her throat in the meantime.
“Jas…” She whimpers then shrieks when I hit that delicious spot inside her.
“I love you,” she chants, “I love you.”
I follow her then, filling her womb with my seed. One of these days, I’m putting a fucking baby inside her and tying her to me once and for fucking all.
The only reason I didn’t so far is because we’ve both been so busy.
Still inside her, I pull her up so she lies atop of me, her head resting on my chest.
She sighs with complete satisfaction as she runs her fingertips over my muscles. I lean over and place a kiss to her head. “Good girl.”
She moans at that, her smile widening.
It doesn’t matter how much time we spend together; my wife gets off on being called a good girl just like she gets off on being called a filthy slut. My own filthy slut.
In public, however, she’s my fucking queen. The woman of my life.
She’s still the Costa leader and I’m the Vitallio leader. Our partnership has opened many doors for both families. With Enzo’s help, the business has been flourishing.
Our time is spent between the States and Sicily, but we’re mostly here, in the wild and with the people — and even with her fucking cats, that became more annoying than ever. They’re three now, and my wife, being a certified cat lady keeps wanting to add more. “We have space,” she said. “Why not give more cats a home?”
“Because they take more of your time,” I told her and she just laughed at me.
She thinks I’m joking, but I’m not. I don’t like sharing her with those fucking demanding cats.
As long as I have Petal, nothing else matters.
Since that day my little Petal came to me, I promised to never leave her out of my sights, and I didn’t.
If we went to the States, we went together, and if we returned here, it’s together, too.
We can’t get enough of each other, and it’s not from the lack of trying.
“Jas…” she trails off.
“Hmm?”
She places a hand on my chest and leans her head on it. “I have something to tell you.”
“What?”
“Promise you won’t be mad.”
I narrow my eyes. “And why would you tell me something that will make me mad?”
The only time I’d get mad is if she talks about other men or goes near them. I still don’t fucking like it.
“Well, we talked about this before, but not in detail, you know…” she trails off.
“Just spit it out, Georgina.”
It’s her turn to narrow her eyes. “It’s Petal.”
I smile. “Fine, Pet.”
She nods. “There, much better.”
“Now, what is it?”
She bites her lower lip. “I’m pregnant.”
I pause. “Pregnant?”
“Yeah, you know. I’m carrying your baby. It happens when a man and a woman have sex and —”
I lean over and kiss her lips, cutting off her blabbering. “You’re carrying my baby?”
“I am. Are you happy?”
“Fuck.” Kiss. “Yes.”
“Really?”