I take off my dress, my panties, my bra. I sit on the edge of my bed, waiting, biting my bottom lip.
When there is a knock and Flynn tells me it's him, I open my mouth. "Come in," I say, "and lock the door behind you."
I hear the click of the lock, and he turns to me. He looks more dangerously handsome than he did yesterday, than he did this morning, like he's ready to devour something. Me.
"You belong to me now," he says.
I lick my lips. "Heart, mind, body," I tell him. He nods, undressing quickly. "Are the bodies gone?" I ask.
"We're not talking about those guys right now," he says. "Your dad left the house. Said he needed to meet with your uncle."
"So we're alone?" I ask.
He nods. "Thank God, too, because my little wife-to-be is sitting naked in her bedroom, which means there's only one thing that's about to happen."
"And what's that?" I ask as he stands before me now, naked, stroking his shaft, stepping closer.
I lick my lips over and over again. Eager, ready, wanting. My pussy is wet as he steps toward me, remembering the way it felt last night when he filled me up.
"If I remember correctly, earlier today, you mentioned something about sucking me off?"
I smile. "Oh, I remember," I say. "I also had another suggestion, didn't I?"
“Fuck, baby. You turn me on so damn good."
"Get on my bed," I tell him. He does as I ask.
I kiss him deeply, my tits swaying against his chest. He takes a nipple, pulling it into his mouth, sucking. My pussy drips for him, and he smacks my ass. On my hands and knees, I straddle him from behind, and I sink my ass right into his face, needing him to lick me up and down.
I may have been at virgin twenty-four hours ago, but I fantasized about coming hard for my man for years. Imagined a man licking my slit up and down until I came in his face, pictured opening my mouth and taking his big thick cock until I gagged.
"You want this?" he asks.
"I want you," I tell him, opening my mouth wide as his tongue finds my core, making my cunt weep, moaning with pleasure as I take his cock in my mouth. And I begin to suck him hard.
Yes, I belong to this hitman.
But more than that, he belongs to me.
Epilogue
Flynn
Six months later…
Fiona looks like an angel. She made her dress and stitched it by hand and there's already been talk about her starting a wedding dress line.
She likes to make up-cycled clothing, but since she made her gown by hand, everyone who’s seen it has marveled at the masterpiece.
It's a true work of art and it hugs her curves so perfectly. I've never seen her ass look so good. And her tits look so nice and juicy. The dress hugs her waistline in the most decadent way.
She smiles at me from across the dance floor. An hour ago, we officially became husband and wife. We were married in the ballroom of the Crown Casino on the Strip, the biggest ballroom her father could find. And while she and I would have been perfectly happy saying “I do” the day we got engaged, her father wanted to throw his daughter the wedding of a lifetime.
The kind of wedding people would be talking about in Vegas for years to come.
We wouldn't begrudge her father his one wish. After all, Fiona's his only child and she's always been Daddy's little girl, but she's my wife now and it's about time for our first dance. We've hired a singer who headlines a show on the Strip to serenade us as we waltz around the dance floor.
As the song begins, I walk toward my bride, reaching for her hands. Rogue is here, and so is Tommy, Lucia at his side. There are plenty of people we know and love who have joined us today and I'm grateful for my brotherhood at the Ruthless Corporation. Sure, there might be blood on our hands, but the family that's joined us from Fiona's side, hell, they're just as messy.
The O'Malleys are competing to rein Vegas against the Morettis, the Italian gangsters in town. And since now I'm a part of the family, I'm going to be learning a hell of a lot more than I ever intended about what it means to be a mobster.
Now I am a part of the family business. Though, for now, I'm happy being a bodyguard.
"Why are you smiling?" Fiona asks. As I wrap my arm around her waist, she tilts her head up. Her lips glossy, her eyes bright. She smiles at me with the purest devotion on her face. My perfect dose of sunshine. I lean in and kiss her, unable to help myself. Our friends and family cheer as our lips lock.