EPILOGUE

HAVEN'S POV

Two years later...

I had just left the Florence Institute of Design International classroom when someone called out my name. I gave Lorenzo an apologetic glance when I saw that he was about to get up from his usual spot outside my classroom.

I turned to look at the person who called me and sighed again when I saw Bradford Birkette approaching. He's my British classmate who transferred here to Italy last year.

He's very friendly to everyone, but something about him rubs me the wrong way. I can't say that I hang out a lot with the people in my class, but I'm on good terms with most of them, and there are some that I can even consider almost friends with. But we have different priorities, and we respect that. There are those who love partying, and there are some of us that would rather just go home. I'm completely recovered from being a party addict. I have other things to occupy my time with, and if it's a party I need, I want nothing more than for it to be a party of two with just me and Allessio.

"Let's grab a bite so we could talk about the activity."

The way he said it, it's less like a request and more like a demand. "It's going to be late soon, and I needed to be home. Tomorrow, we just have one class. We can go to the library or a coffee shop."

He chuckled. "Late? It's still early, Have. There's even a party at Riley and I's place tonight. You should come with us."

Riley is his housemate who's taking graphic design. I'd seen him around since he's dating Elsie, which is one of the girls in class that I've worked with in the past.

"I can't—"

"Please?" He clasped his hands in front of him. "Do you hate us that much that you keep saying no to hanging out with us?"

This is one of the reasons I'm not comfortable with him. He doesn't like taking no for an answer, and I feel like I need to exhaust every reason I have just to say no. It's not really hard to say no if only people knew how to respect boundaries instead of being pushy. Others feel forced to lie because when you say no, they would try to make you feel guilty so you do what they want you to do for them.

Besides, I feel like my constant rejection has become a challenge for him. I wouldn't be surprised if he and his friends are making bets on it with how insistent he is. I also have seen him whispering with his buddies while looking at the Idalion soldiers coming with me to school.

Imari, one of our classmates, told me that Bradford's group has been talking about it. They have theories about me being a rich man's daughter because I have bodyguards and different cars picking me up.

Allessio would never agree to let me go without one of his trusted people accompanying me, and I understand why. "I'm not into parties," I said, giving him a small smile to cushion the rejection.

He shrugged. "If you prefer a quieter place, we can chill in my room to watch some movies, or we could discuss our plans for the activity."

I glance at Lorenzo, whose eyes are narrowing in our direction. Allessio made my safety his top responsibility. Even though he's not the one who always accompanies me to school, he is the one whom those assigned to go with me report to aside from Allessio.

I got my professional organizer certification the first year of me being married. I wasn't really planning to take a program, but I got interested in FIDI when it came across my social media feed. Allessio found me checking it out, and the next day, there were school brochures waiting for me.

He didn't pressure me into it, but he made it clear that he wouldn't mind if I wanted to go back to school. I applied for a summer program first though, just to try it.

Interior design is different from what I initially wanted, but I find it beneficial for my long-term goal. Aside from understanding how organization works, it helps with something as basic as understanding space and functionality. Suffice to say, I was highly interested, so now I'm in my second year of interior design. I have one more year left in my three-year program.

"Are you worried about your mother?" he asked.

"I don't have one."

"Your father then? Is he strict? You really should live a little, Have." He stepped closer and lean down so he could whisper. "I can help you sneak out of your house if you want."

"I don't think that would be a good idea." Unless he has a death wish and he doesn't mind suddenly disappearing from the face of the planet.

"You know, your father should learn to give you a bit more freedom. You're not a kid anymore."

A wave of revulsion ran through me at the look he's giving me, as if he were saying that he could see how I'm far from being a kid.

"Old people are boring. They don't know how to have fun. I promise you'll have a better time than you expect if you go with us." He moved in closer as if he wasn't already at a distance that I'm not comfortable with. "Or just us."

I took a step back. "My husband wouldn't like that."

He scoffed. "Husband? That's a new excuse, huh? I doubt that what with you having a suffocating father. And you're what? Twenty-two?"

It wasn't an excuse. It wasn't something that I often talk about with our other classmates, but it's not something I hide either. Most of the people I'm often with know about me being married. Though, I'm using my maiden name in school since I don't want to draw attention which Allessio's surname will exactly do.

"I don't have a father, and by the way, my Daddy is not boring. He does know how to have fun. He's not suffocating me, and even if he does, it's because he's choking me, which I happen to enjoy."

I'm half lying. Allessio doesn't actually choke me. Not the way I'm sure Bradford is thinking right now. Choke because of my husband's cock? Yes.

"I attend parties, just not the kind that takes place in a small, two-bedroom apartment. I have fun, but I don't do it by drinking until I'm puking my guts out. I also don't want to go into your room because just like I've said, I'm married. And sneaking me out? That's a death sentence and one that wouldn't be for me."

His mouth gaped, but before one of us could speak again, a commotion pulled both our attentions.

This time, I was the one left speechless when I saw who was walking down the hallway of FIDI. Allessio sauntered with the confidence of a lion that knows that everyone around him is no match for him. He's sporting a dark sunglasses, but even if I can't see his eyes, I know they're boring holes at the man standing beside me.

All eyes were on him as he walked towards me. The male students look like their self-esteem has been crushed, and the girls are looking at Allessio like they're about to self-combust at any moment. I didn't want attention, but oh well. Maybe knowing that I'm married to him has its benefits because they will surely stay away this time.

With my gaze locked on Allessio, I whispered to Bradford. "If you know what's best for you, you will stop bothering me."

I made my way to my husband before he got to me. I have no doubt he can slit Bradford's throat in a move that wouldn't even need five seconds. He can certainly kill him less than that.

I shot Lorenzo a glare as I passed by him, but he just shrugged with an apologetic smile. I'm the capo's wife and they like me, but their loyalty is to Allessio. Which makes them all snitches.

I don't mind that much though. I prefer that their loyalty to him is unbreakable. That would mean that they would always have my husband's back.

I rushed into Allessio's embrace and he put an arm around me when I almost toppled over. He was still looking in Bradford's direction, but I could feel his arms tightening around me.

"You're picking me up from school now, Daddy?"

His dark shades turned to me. "I was waiting for you outside, but I heard some kid is being suicidal."

It's not funny, but at the same time it is because I know what he meant. "He's not a kid. He's the same age as me."

"Don't compare yourself to him. Not when he has the maturity of a toddler." He gave Bradford's direction another searing look. "He's a snot-nosed kid who's going to a different university soon."

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. "He is?"

The smile that curved his lips was downright terrifying. "Back to his country. Unless he prefers a university in another world. I could also send him there."

I shook my head with a sigh. I'm not even going to try and convince him otherwise. The word stubborn was made with Allessio in mind, so it's going to be pointless to argue with him.

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. "How's my beautiful gattina?"

Despite everything, I couldn't help but melt in his arms. "Better now that Daddy's here."

IF SOMEONE asked me before what my favorite ride is, I would say a Porsche. But if someone asks me the same question today, my answer would be different. I'll certainly say that my favorite ride is Allessio.

His hands are on each side of my hips, and he's sitting at the center of our huge bed. I'm on top of him in a lotus position, straddling him while his cock is buried deep inside me.

The position gives me a sense of control, and yet I know that he has all the power. He's the one moving me up and down his pole while all I could do was hold on to his shoulders.

"Is my gattina coming again for Daddy?" " he whispered in my ear. "Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?"

"Y-Yes!" I arch my back, the ends of my hair touching my naked back. "Please... please Daddy, make me come!"

He impaled me harder on his length, watching me as I writhed on top of him. His gaze dropped to my breasts, which are bouncing with every movement, and a rumble echoed inside his chest. As if he couldn't help himself, he lean down and take one peak inside his mouth, sucking and nibbling, making me cry out in response.

His hand went to where we are connected, and my eyes rolled at the back of my head. My whole body was overcome with tremors at the same time that I felt my juices coat Allessio's rigid cock.

I whimpered when he let go of my tender breast so that he could whisper in my ear. "Should I come on your beautiful tits? Or should I fill your pussy until you're leaking with my cum?"

Another pressure is building inside me, and I moved with Allessio's motion, slamming myself into him, grinding, and gyrating. "Come inside me, Daddy! I want to feel you inside!"

He made a sound that pushed me to another edge as he exploded inside me, filling me with his hot seed.

He caught my body when I collapsed to him. He tightened his hold on me, carefully flipping us around without breaking our connection, and then he laid me down on the bed.

He slowly pulled out of me, his gaze pointed between my legs, and no one could mistake the heat in his eyes when he saw his cum trickling down from my center.

"You're going to stop with your contraceptive shot the next time we get married."

Allessio has this new obsession of marrying me every year. It seems like the man plans to collect all the choices Fierro gave me for a wedding back when Allessio and I weren't married yet. Our second wedding was a beach wedding, and the third one was just a few months ago, and we did a forest-themed one.

Wait. "What?"

"You're going to graduate next year. If you ask me, I want it now, but I don't want to distract you from your studies."

"You're always a welcome distraction," I murmured absentmindedly. "But I get what you mean."

If we're going to have a baby, I want my sole focus to be on the baby. Oh shit. Am I really considering this? I'm only twenty-two, and we haven't been married that long.

Looking at Allessio right now, the answer feels so simple. I could already imagine a little boy that looks like him or a girl that he will surely treat like a princess.

"Let's do it," I found myself saying.

Allessio's finger traced my wet sex, and with his finger coated with both our releases, his hand moved, going into a different place. One that he took as promised during our first wedding and something that he occasionally dabbled with.

I arch toward him, and I put my arms around his shoulder when he nips my lower lip. "I wasn't asking for permission, but I do love your enthusiasm, wife."

I rolled my eyes. "Such an ass—daddy!" My voice turned into shriek at the intrusion that I suddenly felt.

He grinned and continued easing in two fingers on my backside. "Ass you say? Oh, I'll be in one soon, indeed."

A loud gasp escape from me when he moved me so that I'm on all fours. He pulled his hand away, and I made a sound of disappointment, something that he didn't miss. My disappointment didn't last long, though.

My mouth fell open and my breath went ragged when his cock which became hard again slowly penetrated my back entrance. My hand probably created a dent on the headboard at my death grip on it as Allessio started to thrust inside me.

I gave him a teasing look. "B-Babies are not made this way, Daddy."

His teeth gleam in the dimmed room. "We have a lot of time to practice, gattina."

His arm went around my waist as he started pounding into me while his other hand went to my dripping pussy. It was different, but it felt good just the same. With Allessio, everything is a delicious exploration and discovery.

"Face like angel, body like sin." He licked a pathway on my spine up into the crook of my neck. "My heavenly sin."

I turned my head to look at him. "How can a sin be heavenly?"

"Because even if I burn, it would still feel like heaven if it meant burning for you."

"I'll gladly burn for you too. With you, I'll forever be ruled by fire. Possiedi tutto ciò che sono." He said those words to me before, and it's something that has been inked in my brain ever since.

"Proprio come possiedi tutto ciò che sono. Just as you possess everything that I am. "

FIN