Page 47 of His Sweet Torment
“Such a dirty girl,” Enver panted, winding her long hair in his fist and kissing her roughly. Padme dug her nails into his pecs, hard, and he groaned. “After the kids are a little older, we are going to get Severin to take them for a few days. Then you and I are going somewhere private, so we can get as kinky as we like.”
Padme groaned in anticipation. “What will you do to me?”
“Tie you up and have you helpless while I fuck your pretty mouth, your velvety cunt, and your perfect little ass.” He was rubbing her clit now, and Padme felt delirious.
“I’ll suck your cock until I’ve milked you dry,” she said hoarsely. “I’ll let you whip me if that’s what you’re into …there’s nothing I won’t try with you.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise, Padme …god …I’m coming, I’m coming hard,cara mia…”
Padme’s orgasm hit just as she felt Enver’s cock pumping deep inside her. She clung to him, moaning and whispering his name. “Say you’ll never let me go, Enver …”
He met her gaze, and she could see the absolute love in his green eyes. “I will never, ever let you go, Padme Kaur.Never.”
The jury was finally out. Three weeks, and finally, Padme could see an end to the ordeal. Ben Kline was hopeful. “Your testimony, along with that of Dale and Severin’s really made an impact with the jury. It’s just a waiting game now.”
Enver nodded to him. “Do they have an idea of how long they will be out?”
“The feeling is that it won’t be too long, but who knows? I’ll call you at the hotel when we know something.”
Back at the hotel, Padme and Enver lay on the bed, talking and watching old movies on the huge flat screen. Padme felt particularly exhausted today and she rubbed her belly. “They’re eager to come out, I think,” she said to Enver, who leaned down and kissed the bump.
“I’m not surprised,” he said. “They just want to be with their mama.”
“And their papa,” she added with a smile. “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“Me either.”
She had fallen asleep for a few hours when Enver gently shook her. “Il mia amore…the jury’s back in. They have a verdict.”
In the moment before the jury foreman read out the verdict, Padme suddenly panicked that Henry might get away with it all—that they’d find him not guilty. Her eyes met Henry’s and all she could see was blankness.
What happened to you?she thought.Why do you hate me so much?
The next moment, her whole body slumped in relief as the foreman read out guilty verdict after guilty verdict on every one of the charges against Henry Jones. The judge decided there was no reason to delay sentencing and put Henry away for life. Padme held his gaze as he was led away, then felt a rush of release. She bent double, dragging in oxygen. Enver’s hand was on her back.
“Cara mia, are you okay?”
Padme felt something inside her shift—and this time, it wasn’t emotional. It was physical. She grinned up at Enver through teary eyes. “Never more so, baby …I think your children want to say hello.”
At four a.m. the next morning, Padme gave birth to her son and her daughter. The boy, named Lucio, was a quiet child, gazing up at his mother with big green eyes. The girl, Phoebe, was more vocal and wriggly. Padme and Enver gazed at them in wonder.
“Look at these little beans,” Padme said, pure love in her voice. “They’reourchildren, Enver. Can you believe it?”
Enver was almost trembling with happiness and joy. He shook his head. “I can’t …god, Pad, they’re so perfect. So perfect …thank you. Thank you …” He smothered her with kisses and Padme started to laugh.
“You silly man. I love you so much.”
“As I love you, Padme. As I love you …”
Six months later …
Dale placed Padme’s hand in Enver’s and grinned at his friend, stepping back to a weeping Severin’s side in the congregation. Padme was trembling, so excited was she to finally marry this wonderful man in front of her. He looked incredible in dark gray morning suit, his dark curls even wilder around his head, and an inch of scruff on his face, the way he knew she liked. Padme, never one for meringue dresses, was wearing a simple, white, cotton dress, her long, dark hair falling below her waist now in soft waves, and a simple, white flower behind her ear. At her side were Harpa and Lisa, both in simple silk dresses in colors they had chosen for themselves. Padme remembered threatening Lisa with a peach meringue once and winked at her.
Lisa, their ex-bodyguard/fixer, was now a close family friend and smiled back at Padme. In the congregation, Severin held her granddaughter while Dale held his godson.
My family is complete,Padme thought, her heart swelling. She and Enver spoke simple vows, and in a flash, it was over—they were married.
After a party that lasted well into the early hours, they were finally on Enver’s private jet—just the two of them—on their way to a private island in the Mediterranean. It had been Enver’s wedding gift to Padme, and now she couldn’t wait to be there with Enver, naked. On the plane, they decided not to make love, but to save their ‘wedding night’ until the island, and by the time they arrived at the gorgeous, secluded villa, they were desperate for each other.
