This is my world now. My responsibility. My burden.
And I'll carry it.
Because that's what Dons do.
They protect what's theirs. They make the hard choices. They sacrifice whoever they have to.
Even family.
Leo and I walk to the car. Away from the grave. Away from Bianca's ghost.
I will ensure the future of my family. Whatever it costs.
I'll protect them. Always. Not because I promised—promises can be broken. But because that's who I am now. What I've become.
And anyone who threatens them will learn exactly what kind of monster I've made myself into.
Sera
Six Months Later
Adrian's hand is in my hair, fisting it tight as he fucks me from behind. His cock is hitting a spot inside of me that makes my mouth open in a soundless scream. And as I meet his eyes in the mirror across from our bed, I feel myself gush at the sight of the two of us.
My small naked body is engulfed by his larger one, and as he thrusts inside of me with wild abandon, I can see his abs and hip muscles flexing deliciously.
"Adrian!" I scream.
"That's it," he growls against my ear. "Take it. Take all of me."
I'm on my hands and knees on our bed; the silk sheets bunched beneath me. The mid-day light streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our bedroom. Our house is filled with caterers, florists, guests, a hundred people who can hear my husband railing me.
I don't care.
I stopped caring about a lot of things over the past six months, especially considering that I know, logically at least, that no one can hear us. These walls are thick.
"Don't stop—" I beg. "Please."
"What do you need, baby?" His other hand slides around to find my clit, circling it with exactly the right pressure. He knows my body better than I do now. "Tell me."
"More," I manage. I flex my fingers in the silk sheets. "Harder. Harder. Harder."
He laughs, dark and pleased. "Greedy little thing."
He gives me what I want. Always does. His pace increases, brutal and perfect, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling our bedroom. His fingers work my clit in time with his thrusts, and I can feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
"Come for me," he commands. "Now, Sera. Let me feel your perfect pussy tighten around me."
That's all it takes.
I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me, stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything. I cry out his name as I clench around him, my arms giving out so my face presses into the sheets.
"Fuck—" His rhythm falters as he swells. "Mine. You're mine. Always mine."
He comes with a groan, his hand tightening in my hair as he fills me. The possessive words should bother me. Six months ago, they would have terrified me, but now, they make me feel safe.
He pulls out carefully, and I collapse onto my side. He's immediately there, pulling me against his chest, his hand splayed over my stomach, just like he always does.
I often joke with Adrian that I think he likes to cuddle more than fuck. He always rolls his eyes at me, but he doesn't disagree.
