Dante: A Dark Mafia, Enemies to Lovers Romance (Chicago Ruthless Book 1)
Dante: Epilogue

6 months later

Standing in the doorway of the nursery, I smile as I watch Dante cradling our five-month-old daughter, Gabriella, against his chest. She’s fallen asleep in his arms as she so often does. He’s looking at her with so much love and devotion on his face that it feels like my heart might burst.

He kisses her cheek before placing her down in her crib, whispering sweet nothings to her the entire time. When he looks up to see me, he shakes his head and smiles before walking quietly out of her room and closing the door.

He slips his arms around my waist and crushes me to him. “Watching me again, kitten?” he asks, running his nose over the sensitive skin of my throat.

“I can’t help it. You look so hot when you’re in dad mode.”

“Dad mode?”

“Yep,” I whisper. “Super hot.”

He brushes my hair back, resting his hand possessively on the back of my neck and making my stomach flutter. “Well, I’m glad you think that, kitten, because I want to fill this entire house with our babies.”

“The entire house?” I ask, feigning my indignation. “Then I’d be pregnant forever.”

“Fine by me,” he says with a shrug before hoisting me over his shoulder and making me shriek with laughter and surprise. I quickly cover my mouth so I don’t wake Gabriella.

He slaps my ass. “How about we get started right now?”

“We can’t. I’m still breastfeeding. Nature’s own contraception,” I remind him as he carries me into our bedroom.

Kicking the door closed behind him, Dante walks to the bed and tosses me onto it, making me laugh harder.

“Maybe,” he starts, pulling off his shirt, “if I fuck you enough, we can cheat nature?”

“Well, there’s every possibility that could work. I mean, breastfeeding isn’t one hundred percent effective.”

“Hmm?” He kicks off his shoes and starts removing his suit pants too.

I scoot back on the bed as he eyes me like a recently lapsed vegan eyeing a prime ribeye. “We could wait until Gabriella is a little older though?” I suggest.

“Naw.” He plants his hands on the bed and crawls toward me. “I want you knocked up, Mrs. Moretti.”

“We still haven’t had our honeymoon,” I remind him.

“Pick your favorite place and we’ll go next weekend,” he says with a shrug, advancing closer.

“Just like that?”

“Joey is perfectly capable of looking after Gabriella for a few days and you can express enough for a weekend.”

Then, he kisses my ankle.

“That won’t work,” I insist as his kisses trail higher.

“No?” He looks up and grins at me as his hand slides up my other leg and beneath my sundress until his fingers brush over my panties. “How about this?”

“No.” I shake my head and clamp my lips together.

He tugs the cotton aside and rubs the pad of his pointer finger over my clit. “This?” he asks with a wicked grin.

“No,” I say on a moan as he slips his finger inside me. I’m so damn weak when it comes to him.

He hovers over me, holding himself up on one forearm while he gently finger-fucks me. “How about we definitely go on that honeymoon next weekend, and you can just let me know when you’re ready for me to fuck another baby into you?”

“You have such a way with words,” I purr as I wrap my arms around his neck and smile. Despite how we started, he makes me feel like his equal now. We’ve been through so much together, but all of it has only made us even stronger. Learning the truth about what happened with his father wasn’t even enough to shake my belief in this man. He does what he does best to protect me, and I love him for it. “But that sounds like a perfect plan.”

“Just know I’m still gonna try and beat those odds every damn day though, Kat.”

“Well, I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”

“I fucking love you, kitten,” he growls, then he buries his face in the crook of my neck and sucks and nibbles on my skin, all the while fucking my pussy with his fingers.

I rake my nails over his back, feeling his powerful muscles flex beneath my fingertips, and marveling at how the two of us ended up here. Whatever life throws our way in future, we’ll be able to handle it together.

“I love you too, vita mia.”