Page 109 of Guilty as Sin

When she comes down, I keep my cock inside her. Right where I belong. Slowly I unwrap the belt from my hand. It’s enough of a distraction that I’m back down from the brink.

By the time I toss my belt to the floor, I’m ready to give her the best fuck of her life.

I hook my arms around her legs and pull her so her ass is at the edge of the counter. Gripping her thighs apart, I keep her spread wide.

She’s mine. All mine. Cora Muloney O’Sullivan.

When I drive into her, she screams. Her tits bounce wildly as I slam into her over and over again. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been inside my wife, and it feels like her pussy has gotten even tighter.

I look down between us, and it’s a glorious sight. My thick cock stretching her open. I angle my hips so I’m thrusting up into her, and I press low on her stomach to feel myself moving inside her. It’s intoxicating. The sensation of us together like this. She half-moans, half-screams. It must be the perfect angle for her G-spot, because her pussy starts clenching again.

I can’t hold back this time. I dig my grip into my wife’s thighs, pulling her onto my cock as much as I’m thrusting into her, blasting her full of my come as she screams. The sheer force of my orgasm obliterates us both, and I’m pretty sure I pass out for a second.

Somehow I manage to catch myself before I collapse on top of Cora. I brace my weight on the counter, one hand to either side of her head. A little shaky, I lower my face to hers so I can kiss her without crushing her.

But before our lips touch, she wraps her arms around me and pulls me down on top of her. She makes it obvious she wants me as close as possible.

I relent.

With our bodies pressed together, we share a deep, slow kiss. God, I’ve missed her so fucking much. I pull back to scan every inch of her face. To sear this moment into my memory.

“Welcome home, Mrs. O’Sullivan.”

Epilogue

CORA

When my husband and I get married for the second time, we keep things a little simpler. The official ceremony takes place on the lower level of City Hall. It’s not glamorous, but we don’t need it to be.

I just need it to be real.

Jennifer, Lucy, and Finn will join us at the small reception, but for now it’s just Liam and Brioni as witnesses for the paperwork, all perfectly legal this time. My husband is drop-dead sexy in his tailored charcoal suit, and I’m in my thigh-length red dress. It has a small soot stain near its new hem, but I like the reminder of how deeply Brady and I are bound together, through this life and all of its risks.

We emerge from the gloom of City Hall into the crisp blue of the October afternoon. I shiver, but when I reach in my bag for my sweater, Brady preempts me by draping his suit jacket around my shoulders. I pull a lapel to my nose and take a deep inhale. It smells rich and masculine and indisputably like my husband.

Brioni, amazing maid of honor that she is, surreptitiously takes my bag from me so I can pull my arms through my husband’s jacket. The dark gray wool is absurdly large on me, but I don’t care.

In this moment, everything is perfect.

Pete picks us up in a town car, and Brady opens the rear door for Brioni and me to slide in. She bumps her knee playfully against mine, and we can’t help but giggle. Over the course of our growing friendship, I’ve learned a lot more about Brioni, including the details of her friend “H,” her now ex-boyfriend Harrison, who sounded like the fucking worst. Since their breakup, Brioni’s been lighter, happier. Gigglier and free.

Liam sits up front, glancing back at Brioni every once in a while, as if to reassure himself she’s there. When she catches him, her smile is radiant. Liam flushes and quickly turns back to the windshield, while Brady and I share a knowing look.

My husband slides his hand into mine, and I make myself comfortable against his shoulder.

“How is Connor settling in?” I ask Pete.

With my permission, my brother approached Liam for a job. Liam deferred to Brady, who agreed to hire Connor as a trial run. For now, Connor’s shadowing Pete.

Pete’s ex has primary custody of their daughter, so he’s been living by himself in an O’Sullivan-owned house on the South Side. The place has five extra bedrooms. Three, now that Connor and another trainee are living there. The plan is to fill the remaining bedrooms with new recruits, with Pete as a mentor to them all.

My husband consulted me every step of the way, weighing my input on each decision. Not just about Connor, but all aspects of the family business, even the darker sides. Brady promised me he’d treat me as his better, but I told him I’m more than happy as his equal.

When we discuss business just the two of us, sometimes we go with his idea, and sometimes we go with mine. Like bugging all of the new confessionals—my idea. And greasing more contacts at the border to clear our shipments—Brady’s.

I’m thrilled by my new line of work. It’s much more satisfying than dealing with patients like Serena Perkins. After a long discussion with Jennifer and Lucy, I bought out the clinic’s lease and paid off all of our business loans, then sold the practice to Jen and Lucy for one dollar each. It’s best this way. Samantha Greene was a talented ophthalmologist, but I’m not her anymore. I promised myself I wasn’t going to give up who I am for this marriage, and I didn’t.

I rediscovered who I’ve really been all along.