Our normal power dynamic is me submitting to his control, and I love that. But taking some control right now, in this way, even though I know I’ll gladly hand it back over to him soon, quickly drives me to the edge.
“Tommaso.” I arch back with a throaty, needy moan. “Oh god, right there.”
Stars erupt with a shot of pain-pleasure, and my eyes fly open. He does it again: heslapsmy pussy. And oh god, it—
Slaps.
“Only my name,” he growls before lowering his head back between my legs. And bites my clit.
I erupt like a ball of flames explodes within me, and my vision blurs, and my screams of his name fill the space.
Before my orgasm is finished, Tommaso slams into me. My powerful king is taking back control. My clenching pussy tries to fight him as it continues to spasm through my orgasm until it finally yields, and he hits a spot deep within me.
I’m putty; his to do with what he’d like.
He pins me to the bench with his large, powerful body and grips my throat. My eyes roll back in ecstasy as he continues tohit that spot, but also because Ilovehim holding me this way. He doesn’t need to restrict my air; just having his hand there, asserting his dominance and control, is enough.
“You’re mine, Gina.”
“Yours.” My throat is thick with love and the need to come again. “And you’re mine, Tommaso.”
“Fucking right I am.” He thrusts into me brutally. “You’ll rule by my side. Just as my queen should.”
I nod, unable to speak, as pleasure and bliss rip through me.
“I promised you I’d ruin you,il mio sole.” And oh god, is he ruining me, bringing me to both heaven and hell. He’s my salvation and my damnation. “But I will never break you or harm you. You have my word or my life.”
Tears blur my vision as a happiness I never dreamed possible fills me. “Family above all. Santoros above all.”
His eyes glisten. “I love you so fucking much. And I’d do it all again. Every underhanded, scheming thing I needed to do to make you my wife.”
And I know he would. And I want nothing more.
“Our family and love will be our legacy. What the world will remember.” His mouth falls onto mine as I tumble in blissful release and reverent devotion.
When my climax hits, it triggers his to follow right on its heels, and I feel him pulse into me as his groans of pleasure wrap around me as tightly as his arms.
Once we both come down from the high of our release, he rests his forehead against mine as the water cascades around us. “It was love at first sight.”
I cup his face. “And a love that will always exist and live on through our children. Even if I never regain all my memories, my heart and soul have them…every single one. They knew and recognized you the moment I regained consciousness in the hospital, and the love I had for you.”
“Il mio sole. My sun. My light. My queen. My entire reason for being.”
Epilogue (Tommaso)
Many years later
Mythreesonsarein my office, each with a strong presence that rivals my own. Some men might feel threatened by it, but for me, it fills me with pride.
Massimo is the oldest. He’s built just like me—impossibly broad and muscular—but he has his mother’s dark brown eyes and her quiet strength. To the world, he’s calm and controlled, just like me, but inside him lurks the same beast that he’s learned to control as I had, and lets it out only in rare cases.
Vito is my middle son. And so much like me, it hurts. But unlike Massimo and me, Vito lets his unhinged side shine, and he’s the carbon copy of me from when I was younger. He also has my six-five height, being the tallest of the boys and the leanest, and he bears scars like me, which speaks to his preference for being at the forefront to protect our family. He loveshis familyhard, just like his mother.
Creed, my youngest son, just like his brothers, has characteristics like me. We share the same unique crystal-blue eyes; he’s slightly less broad, but he still has some years ofgrowth yet, so I imagine he’ll be similar to Massimo and me in that regard. He’s got a sharp, cunning business mind like mine, but his quiet resolve and peacekeeping nature are exactly like his mother’s.
Recently, Creed came to me to confess he didn’t want a role in our mafia world. I know how much this took for him to admit this. Family is everything to him, as it is to all of us. We’re Santoros, and family comes above all. However, I knew this was coming from Creed; not because I think my youngest son is weak, but because I know my boys. I’ve put them through trials and tests just as my father had with Riccardo, Marco, and me—not only to earn their positions but to illuminate where their strengths lie.
And everything has made it clear that Creed will be the corporate titan of our empire. But I needed him to come to that conclusion himself; just as my father needed me to come to the conclusion that yes, dammit, I deserved to rule and lead this empire, rather than accept I was his to control.
