Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“I’m not. That revenge brought me you. It gave me you, baby.” He drops his head to mine and wipes at my tears. “You fucking avenged my parents last night. You get that?” I shake my head, unable to see through much right now.
“You don’t need to see it now. All you need to see is we are both free, and we did it together.” He grabs my hands and kisses my knuckles and bruised wrist from the ropes I was tied up with.
“Turn around.” Nico growls.
I turn around slowly, my body already heating up with anticipation for what is coming. I feel his hands come around my neck, my sex gushing with want until I feel the cold weight of something on my chest followed by the snap of a clasp. I spin around in excitement as I stare into my husbands beautiful green eyes.
“HOW?! I thought they were gone forever!” He smiles as he cups my face affectionately.
“I had our men scour the garage for every last pearl and had them restrung while you slept. I cannot think of a more beautiful and deserving person, mi principessa, to wear this piece of my mother. And then, in time, we will pass them down to our daughter when she finds her soul in someone like I have found in you. ”
“I was supposed to hate you.”
This causes him to laugh, and that big smile he saves for me makes my heart flutter back to life again, and I smile.
“You did. It was the best kind of hate.”
“What do you mean?”
“We created our own love language, Emelia. We didn’t do anything conventional.”
I shake my head in disbelief.“We are crazy.”
“Yeah, we are. But it's right. And I hope you never stop hate-loving me.”
“I hope you never stop hate-loving me either.” We kiss. His taste and mine becoming one. I vow to love him like I’ve never loved before and hate him in a way he’s never been hated before, because that hate was all wrapped up in a pretty bow. The second we unraveled it, we got lost in one another. We became one.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, husband.” I seal my words with a kiss.
The next few months, I had to spend time learning how to live without my parents. Not in a way one would think. I had to spend time learning how to be me without the trauma they caused. I had to learn how to navigate, knowing I had nothing to fear anymore. But most of all, I had to learn how to heal the scars they left.
The outfits were a mess for a long time after that. In fact, there were many close calls, and I almost lost my husband. Nico and I also had to learn new things about one another. I had to learn how to balance his soft side with his over-dominating, ferocious side. And he had to learn how to let me in and continue to tear his walls down for me when he shut the mafia world out.
But out of everything, I had to learn who Emelia was. This new version and how to love her and accept her for all she was. I never had to give much thought to freedom, thinking I’d never have it, and now I do. It took time, but this arrangement that started as deception from both of us turned into a love for the ages. One I dreamed about and only ever read about in novels.
Nico and I became something we both didn't understand but could never go back from. We created our new love language. The kind of love that you love to hate.
And me?
I survived.
EPILOGUE
NICO
10 YEARS LATER…
“Come on, baby. Just give me one more,” I groan out, sliding in and out of her snug cunt slowly, before reaching between us and pinching her clit.
“No.” She laughs through her moan.
“One more. Give me a daughter. Come on.” I sit up and pull her hips off the bed to fuck into her.
“I gave you three sons. It will most likely be another boy,” she hisses when I hit her cervix.“Fuck, Nico. Please, let me come.”
“No. Not until you agree to give me another one.”
She bites her lip, and I know I’m about to win this one. I've had her on the edge of coming for nearly two hours now, and if she doesn’t soon, she may burn from the inside out. I hit that spot of hers, and she screams.
“Yes! Fine! Yes, I'll give you one more. Please, let me come!”
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” I hit that spot three more times, and she comes so hard. And I let go inside her. We ride that high for minutes. Long, toe-curling fucking minutes. We collapse, and I pull her into me.