Page 44 of Devil of Vegas

Everything flows beautifully again, each movement into the next without faltering. I feel stronger now,freer, and when I dance this time, I feel like I’m dancing just for him. I feel more like myself beinghisthan I have ever felt before, which seems like a contradiction, but it’s not. I’ve finally figured it out—thisis who I want to be, a dancerandthe wife of a powerful mafia don. I don’t want to give up any part of myselforhave Vincent give up any part of himself, either. I want us both to be a part of the other’s worlds completely.

When I stop dancing, I’m breathless in the best of ways, but I still catch my breath enough to go to him and tell him what I want.

“That wasincredible,” he says, clapping for my performance in the theatre all alone. “You are exquisite, and your dancing is even more beautiful than it was before, although I’m not sure how that’s even possible.”

“I think it’s because I amsoin love with you, Vincent,” I say as I sit down in his lap and let my legs hang over the side of the red velvet theatre chair. I kiss him, holding his jaw in my hands as I linger in the moment and feel his excitement swell beneath me.

“I'm in love with you, too, Isla,” he says when I pull my lips away. “Have you given any more thought to my proposal?”

It’s the first time that he’s asked about it since the hospital, and this time I’m ready with my answer.

“Yes, I have. Vincent, I don’t want you to change for me, not at all. I want to be a part of your world, and I want you to be a part of mine. I think we balance each other, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I agree,” he smiles. “But that still isn’t an answer.”

“It is,” I say as I go to kiss him again in the dim light of the theatre. “It’s ayes.”

Vincent reaches his hand into his pocket to pull out a stunning diamond ring that sparkles even in the near-dark. His phone accidentally falls out of his pocket as he does so, but he doesn’t bother to stop and pick it up.

“Have you been carrying this around in your pocket the whole time?” I ask as he slides it onto my finger.

“Yes,” he laughs. “I’ve been patiently waiting and hoping for your acceptance of my proposal, and as you know, patience isnotmy strong suit.”

I stare at the incredible ring in awe as he slides it onto my finger. “It’s absolutelystunning.”

After a few minutes of intermittently gazing at the jewel between kisses, I notice that Vincent’s phone is still on the ground and lighting up the dark with its bright white screen.

“It looks like someone is trying to get a hold of you,” I say as I reach down and pick it up to hand it over to him.

“They can wait,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me again.

I glimpse of the notification flashing across the screen, a text message from an unknown number that must not be in his contact list. I hand him the phone, and watch Vincent’s eyes narrow as he reads the single-sentence message.

Unknown: The Saint is coming.

EPILOGUE

VINCENT

Ahidden villa in Italy seemed like the perfect choice—a plan to keep Isla safe and for us to be happy together, while also staying close to my family roots and being able to continue conducting my business. I knew she would love the idea, as was evident by her dancing on the chateau rooftop in the late afternoon sun. I watch her like a worshiper, soaking in every moment that we share.

Back in Vegas, things are still running smoothly. The Moretti family empire is a well-oiled machine that I can still manage from afar, even if I have taken a slight step back from the hands-on action there. Luciano and Alonzo, along with a few newly appointed capos, have things handled. At some point, I’m guessing that Luc will grow sick of Alonzo’s abrasive attitude and call me with a request to replace him. I will return to help take down Angelo Barone for good once the rat surfaces again. He can’t hide forever. I won’t give up on avenging the trauma he put my love through. For now, I’m enjoying the performance of my graceful wife as I intricately plan a course of action against Angelo Barone that aims at minimizing bloodshed but maximizes his suffering through extreme torture.

“Watching you dance is a luxury like no other.” I smile as she glances over at me.

I hadn’t meant to interrupt her dancing, but when she stops to walk over toward me with a salacious look in her eyes, I quickly become glad that I did.

“Are you sure about that?” she asks as she kneels down in front of me.

“Sure, about what?”

“About watching me dance. Being such a pleasure.” Isla unbuttons the top of my pants, and I instantly harden in response to the near proximity of her mouth to my cock. “I can think of anotherluxuriousexperience that I can give you.”

I am so hard with an engorged anticipation when she lifts me out of my pants that the rim of my cock is pink with an effort to keep myself from exploding too quickly. I want to be pleasuredslowly, and Isla knows it, which is why she slides her tongue in a circular tease with just enough pressure below the rim to trigger my most sensitive spot.

A primal groan escapes me as my mouth drops open and a quiver shoots through me. I sit back and grip the armrests of my chair, digging my nails into the sculpted wood and pushing myself toward her mouth, wanting more. When her soft lips close around my cock, it feels likeheaven. She starts slowly at first—teasing and taunting me until I try to shove myself deeper into her mouth out of sheer desperation. It always impresses me how such a small and fragile thing can take so much of me at once. When she sucks, my eyes roll so far back that I have to close them before the glare from the morning sun drips into my retinas. The base of her hand grasps the base of my cock as shestrokes me and engages every sensation at once. It won’t take long before I can’t keep it together and wind up bursting from the pleasure of it all.

But then, at the worst possible timing, my phone rings.

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