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My Scarlet.
I lean down, pressing my mouth to hers. Not gentle. Not savage.Just mine.
When I pull back, I whisper against her lips.
“Want to get out of here?”
She beams up at me. “Yes.”
That‘yes’ is all I need.
Finally,for once in my life, I’m worthy.
Epilogue
Angelo
One Year Later
“It was a beautiful wedding,” my wife says as we step into our master bedroom. Her voice is soft, dreamy, still wrapped in the glow of candlelight and celebration. She turns to face me, the maroon dress clinging to her curves like it was sewn on by sin itself. She lifts her hair, motioning for me to unzip her.
I move in behind her, close enough to feel her body hum beneath mine. I press a kiss to the nape of her neck before dragging the zipper down at an agonizing pace. “Too bad your brother married the worst possible woman.”
She gasps, half-laughing, half-scolding. “Angelo!”
Her tone is all warmth, even as she shakes her head. “You’re terrible.”
“Icanbe,” I smirk, peeling the dress from her shoulders, watching it slide down her body and pool like spilled wine at her feet. My breath catches. She looks like a goddess—bare, glowing, untouchable, only now she’s carrying our son.
My son.
My hand drifts down the curve of her spine, wrapping around her and settling gently over her belly. “You get more beautiful every day,”I whisper, my voice low with awe. “I don’t know how the fuck I ended up winning you over, but I’m never letting you go.”
She sighs, soft and content, leaning back into me—my entire world cradled in my arms. I hold her tighter, greedy for her heat, for the life we made between her hips.
But I can’t help myself.
“I bet Santo’s having a girl.”
Adriana groans and slips from my grasp, gathering her dress off the floor with exaggerated flair as she stalks toward the bathroom. “This competition with your brother isneverending!”
I smirk. “What did I do?”
She spins around, eyes narrowed. “So what if hedoeshave a girl? We’re having a son. You need an heir, remember? It’s perfect. Stop comparing.”
Her pout makes me want to drop to my knees and worship her. Pregnancy has made her more emotional, fiery too, and I’d burn for every single spark.
“You’re right,” I say gently, walking to her and slipping my arms around her waist again. “I’m sorry, Tesoro. We’ll give him a little sister so he can keep her in line.”
She huffs, but her body melts into mine when I kiss her neck. “Maybe…” she mumbles.
I lift a brow. “Maybe?”
She smirks—dangerous and full of promise.
Then the shrill sound of my phone cuts through the air.
“Saved by the bell,” she teases, ducking into the bathroom as I fish my phone from my pocket.
