Page 170 of Mafia Don's Virgin Bride

"Come for me. Let me feel it."

She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I followed immediately. I buried myself deep, her name a prayer on my lips as I came.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and satisfied.

"We should do that more often," Paola said eventually.

"Agreed. Maybe we schedule it."

"That's not romantic."

"But practical."

She laughed, the sound filling me with warmth. "I love you. So much."

"I love you too."

We lay tangled together in the darkness, catching our breath.

"Do you want another baby?" I asked eventually. "Someday?"

She was quiet for a moment. "Maybe. Not yet. But someday. Do you?"

"Yeah. I'd like Lucia to have a sibling. When we're ready."

"When we're less exhausted."

"So in about eighteen years."

She laughed again. "Maybe not that long."

Through the monitor, Lucia's soft breathing filled the room. Sleeping peacefully, unaware her parents were discussing giving her a sibling.

"This year," Paola said. "It's been the hardest year of my life."

"And?"

"And the best. Both things are true."

They were. Sleepless nights and overwhelming love. Exhaustion and joy. Fear and fierce protectiveness.

Parenthood in all its complicated glory.

"Best year of my life too," I said.

"Really? Better than running an empire?"

"Not even close. This—you, Lucia, our family—this is everything."

She curled against me, fitting perfectly into my side. "I'm glad. That you chose us."

"Every time. I'd choose you every time."

We fell asleep like that. Wrapped around each other. Our daughter sleeping down the hall.

My family. My world. My everything.

Worth every struggle to get here.

And this—this beautiful, chaotic, perfect life—was just the beginning.

THE END