Page 112 of Sinful Bride

"Not yet." I step closer, close enough that the head of my cock brushes against her inner thigh, and she gasps at the contact. "I want to watch you come first. I want to see you fall apart before I even touch you."

"That's not fair," she protests, but her hand doesn't stop moving, and I can see how close she is, the way her thighs are trembling. Her breathing has gone shallow and quick.

"Life's not fair, princess." I lean down and capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moan as her fingers work faster. "But I promise I'll make it worth your while."

She comes with a cry, her body arching off the desk as the orgasm crashes through her. I hold her through it, one hand braced on the desk beside her hip, the other still stroking my cock as I watch her pleasure play out across her face. She's never looked more beautiful than she does right now, flushed and gasping and completely undone.

When she finally comes down, her eyes flutter open and lock on mine. "Now," she demands, reaching for me. "I need you inside me now."

I don't make her wait any longer. I slide on a condom faster than I ever have in my life, line myself up with her entrance, and push forward in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat. "Fuck," I breathe, holding still for a moment to let her adjust. "You feel incredible."

Elena wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper. "Move," she orders, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Declan, please, I need you to move."

I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, and then slam back in hard enough to make her cry out. The desk creaks beneath us, and I set a punishing rhythm, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes that make her breasts bounce, and her head fall back. "Is this what you wanted?" I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Is this what you needed, baby? My cock inside you, claiming you, making you mine?"

"Yes," she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me. "Yes, God, yes⁠—"

I lean down and capture one of her nipples through the lace of her bra, sucking hard, and she keens, her whole body tightening. "You're mine," I tell her fiercely, punctuating each word with a thrust. "My wife. My partner. Mine."

"Yours," she agrees breathlessly, her hands sliding up into my hair and gripping tight. "I'm yours, Declan. Only yours."

The words push me closer to the edge, and I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. But I'm not ready for this to end yet. I want to draw it out, want to make her come again before I let myself go. I shift the angle slightly, making sure I'm hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars, and I'm rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure. "That's it," I encourage, feeling her start to tighten around me again. "Come for me again, Elena. Let me feel you."

I reach between us and find her clit with my thumb, circling it in time with my thrusts. "You can take it. You can take everything I give you."

She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing as the second orgasm rips through her. The sensation of her coming around my cock is too much, and I follow her over the edge with a roar, spilling inside her in hot pulses as pleasure whites out my vision. Then I carefully pull out and gather her into my arms, holding her close as we both come down from the high.

"Jesus," Elena murmurs against my chest, her voice shaky. "That was⁠—"

"Yeah." I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo mixed with sex and sweat. "It was."

We stay like that for a while, just holding each other in the office that used to represent everything wrong with her life. But it's different now. It’s our space, our future, and no one will ever do anything that either of us doesn’t want in here again.

Finally, Elena pulls back enough to look up at me, and there are tears in her eyes again. "Thank you," she whispers. "For trusting me, and seeing me as more than just a wife or a mother. For giving me this chance."

I cup her face in my hands, wiping away the tears with my thumbs. "You don't have to thank me for that. You deserve every bit of it." I lean down and kiss her softly. "We're partners now, Elena. In everything. And I promise you, I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt your worth again."

She smiles through her tears. "I love you," she says softly. “I’ll never get tired of saying that to you.”

"I love you too." I pull her close again, holding her tight against my chest. "And together, we're going to build something better. Something worth fighting for."

"Something worth living for," she adds quietly.

"Yes." I kiss the top of her head again, feeling a sense of peace settle over me that I haven't felt in years. Outside, I can hear Finn and the others moving around, securing the grounds and making sure everything is ready for the transition of power. There will be challenges ahead: capos who resist, families who question my decisions, enemies who see this moment of change as an opportunity to strike. But I'm not worried, because I have Elena by my side.

And together, there's nothing we can't handle.

EPILOGUE: ELENA

The November air in Manhattan carries the sharp bite of approaching winter, and I pull my coat tighter around myself as Declan and I step out of the town car onto Fifth Avenue. The city glitters around us with storefronts already decorated for the holidays and strings of white lights wrapped around bare tree branches. The sky above the buildings has deepened to indigo, the last traces of sunset fading behind the skyline.

Declan's hand finds the small of my back as we walk toward the restaurant. Six months have passed since we stood in my father's office and remade the rules of our world, and in that time, I've learned what it means to truly be his partner. The Capetti territories are mine now, not in name only, but in practice. I manage the operations, handle the capos, and make the decisions that keep the business running smoothly and profitably. Some of the old guard resisted at first and tested me, pushing back against the idea of a woman in charge of them. But Declan stood beside me through every challenge, his support unwavering, and eventually even the most stubborn of them learned that I wasn't going anywhere.

The man I once thought was lesser than the world I grew up in has proven how wrong I was, how much better he is than everyone else I’ve ever known. His way of doing things, his refusal to bend to the old rules, has made my life—our lives—into something beyond my wildest dreams.

"You're thinking too much," Declan murmurs near my ear as we reach the restaurant entrance. "I can see it on your face."

I glance up at him and smile. "I'm thinking about how far we've come. Six months ago, I didn't know if we'd survive what happened. Now we're here."