Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
My head is spinning as all the blood in my body goes south. I gasp for breath as I watch her tits bounce with every thrust I deliver.
Bullets fall to the floor as the bed shakes, the headboard pounding into the wall as I fully claim her perfect body.
I’ve never been so hard in my life. Sweat pours from my body as I clasp her in my arms and soar over the edge.
My balls tighten, and every muscle in my body goes taut. “I’m gonna fill you up, princess.”
Her breath catches briefly, but she quickly nods. “Yes. Give it to me. Make me pregnant.”
My back arches, and my dick sprays like a firehose as I go off, filling her tiny channel with more seed than I’ve ever shot in my life.
My ravenous fingers mark every inch of her body as I bury my cock inside her, touching her cervix as her walls clamp down, sealing me inside her.
“I’m coming!” she gasps.
I know.
I can feel it. Every single pulse of her orgasmic bliss, enhancing mine. Just knowing I can give her pleasure like this has me soaring.
It’s a rush beyond anything I’ve ever felt. And I can’t help but smile. This is my life from now on—pleasing the woman I love over and over and over again.
We’ll raise a family together.
We’ll rule.
And everything will be perfect.
I slump down on top of her, burying my nose in her neck so I can fill my lungs with her scent. My tongue moves on its own, eager for a taste of the tiny layer of sweat that’s formed on her skin.
She giggles and twists away. “That tickles.”
Laughing, I bring my face to hers, brushing away the hairs that obscure any tiny bit of her gorgeous face from me.
I know by the look in her eyes that it doesn’t need to be said, but I say it anyway.
“I love you, Sable.”
She beams up at me with an expression I’ve never seen before.
“I love you too,” she says, her voice soft.
I study her eyes. The strength is still there. I haven’t tamed her—I chose her, and she chose me.
We lie there together for what feels like forever, not speaking, just delighting in the bliss of the moment.
Finally, as the sun begins to set, we get out of bed, dress, and go downstairs together.
Our parents are in the study. My father is reading while Valeria writes something in her journal. They both look up as we come in.
I glance at Sable, then back at the two of them.
“We have something we need to tell you.”
I suspect they already know, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing they can say can stop the inevitable. My life is now all about her—protecting her and ruling with her.
And no one alive can stop that.
EPILOGUE
RYKER
Five years later…
I sit in my recliner in the living room—the massive black chair I call “The Throne”—and watch as my son, Jet, aims his little wooden gun at his mother.
“Pew! Pew!” He laughs as Sable groans and falls backwards, pretending she’s hurt.
Giggling, Jet skips over to her and falls into her arms. I sip my drink and marvel at the wondrous peace and tranquility that is now my life.
The war is over. The Brambilla family has been scattered to the wind, and the Vale-Noir family reigns over Chicago.
The walls of this house used to be guarded by a fleet of armed men. Now only a small few remain.
Our potential enemies know better now. Sable and I didn’t suddenly become less dangerous when we became parents. But our power is so widespread that no one can stand against us.
Even the cops are fully paid off at this point.
Last month, one of our men slipped up collecting a payment and was reported by a bystander. The lieutenant who arrived on scene recognized he was part of our family immediately and let him go.
No one screws with the king and queen of Chicago.
In fact, just the other week, Sable and I were talking about how if we weren’t busy parenting Jet, we might just expand our operation. Without him, ruling with this level of power—with no one to oppose us—would just be boring.
Jet laughs again, the sweet little giggle that always goes right to my heart, and I rise from my chair and sweep him up into my arms.
“There’s my little tough guy,” I tease, tickling him in the spot that always gets him. He squeaks and twists in my arms, but I hold him tight.
Becoming a father truly changed me. But it didn’t make me weak—it made me sharper. More careful. I don’t want Jet to grow up in chaos. I want him protected by it.
He yawns in my arms, and Sable comes over, brushing his hair with her fingers. “Somebody’s sleepy,” she coos. “I think it’s time for a nap.”