Page 70 of The Forever One

I pin her with a look that I hope exudes my power in this city. “I am Marco Mancini and you are my queen. In this city, we eat whenever the fuck we want.”

“Nice try, baby. This is Manhattan, everyone can eat whenever the fuck they want.” Biting her bottom lip, she takes a step closer, pressing her delectable body to mine and kissing her way up my chest and throat. “The real question is… what about Polo?” Goddamn, I hate that name.

“Stefano can watch him.”

“But…” Her gaze falls to the tiny bundle of fur breathing heavily with occasional twitches of his ridiculously small paws, then brings her begging eyes up to mine. River Fox-Mancini doesn’t play fair. In fact, she’s using illegal tactics to get her way. The worst part is that she knows damn well that she’ll get the last word. “He’s going to miss us.”

I kiss her crown and tip her head up with my fingers at her chin. “He goes where we go. How’s that?” Her smile lights up my soul. Our lips meet, soft and teasing, warming my skin with every lick from her tongue. I could do this all fucking day or night.

“Thank you, Husband.”

“The world for you, Tesoro.”

Thirty minutes and a quickie later, we’re headed down to the front entrance, where I stop at the door and watch her bend over to fasten one of her heels. I’m tempted to lift her dress up and fuck her again, but at one point I’m going to need to take her to dinner or else not even my name will get us an open kitchen. Only once she’s ready and right before she scoops up Polo do I let my devilish grin show.

“Oh no, you’re up to something.” Eyes narrowed and lips pursed, she cocks out her hip and waves me off. “Go on, give it to me.”

“I’m glad you said that because I absolutely want to give this to you.” Opening the box in my hands, I grin as her gaze falls on the silicone balls nestled in the velvet interior.

“It’s like déjà-vu.” When our gazes meet, my chest burns exactly the same way it did the first time I dared her to wear the eggs at our dinner date. And just like that first time, she walks up to me, takes the device, and carefully inserts them in her cum-filled pussy.

Because contrary to the first time we did this, her lube is… me.

EPILOGUE

RIVER

So that’s my story—for now, of course. It’s the story of how I found my twin flame, which was a Hell of a journey, and I won’t lie… I’d change a lot of things that happened if I could. But it’s the fate that the universe chose for me. They were the lessons I needed to learn along the way.

My heart is broken, but it’s being healed by a man who loves me more than life and by my own pure determination to not allow the tragedies of my past define me. It won’t be an easy ride, but I’m here for it all the same. I’m no longer trying to do everything alone. The world isn’t on my shoulders and Marco reminds me of that every day.

The things that man can do with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, the toys… oh, the list goes on. Let’s just say, as I’m sure you’ve gathered by now, I’m a very lucky woman.

I’m his lady in the streets, and his freak in the sheets.

And he is mine in every way a person could belong to another.

I promise you, reader, I’ll look after him and do all the things, all the time… I won’t let you down!

I’ll always be grateful for my forever one.

For now though, even though I have my happy ending, I still need to keep an eye out for Lina. She’s not okay and that isn’t anything to be ashamed or afraid of, so I’ll remind her at every opportunity how amazing she is and how I’m ready to talk about anything and nothing, whenever she’s ready.

Remember, it’s not shameful to ask for help sometimes.

Ugo is still on the run—just saying the fucker’s name makes me want to vomit—but I know he won’t be able to hide forever. Hopefully, Lina will get some kind of closure when we finally bring him in. But that’s Lina’s story to tell…

“Tesoro, are you ready?”

“Yeah, be there in a minute.”

Time for me to go, we’re taking Polo for a short walk around Central Park. Although, Marco will probably end up carrying him most of the way around. His tiny legs only go so far before he’s ready for a rest… in Marco’s arms. In fact, that very image is my cell screensaver.

So, don’t forget my mantra if you’re in need of a confidence boost…

Repeat after me:

“I am a badass bitch.”

Go on, your turn…

You’re awesome.

Thanks for sticking around for my happy ending!

The End.