Savage Little Games: A Dark Mafia, Enemies to Lovers Romance (Sin City Mafia Book 1)
Savage Little Games: Epilogue

Six months later…

Married life is nothing like I thought it would be.

I’ve never been happier than I am with Vanessa. And while some may think being in love has made me go soft, I think it’s only made me harder, yet smarter.

The city has been calm and quiet since the news of Yuri’s death was announced. About half of his men joined my ranks where they continue to be closely watched, and Vanessa inherited everything since the bastard never wrote her out of his will.

Yuri “disappeared” for weeks then was suddenly found dead in his bed. The coroner I paid off declared that he died of natural causes.

That’s not exactly a lie.

Fire occurs naturally. Rodents, snakes, and other revolting animals are also part of nature. All of the above played a part in Yuri Petrov’s slow demise. Eli is a sick fuck.

The rumors from his torture and death alone have been enough to keep the peace in Vegas.

Gavin still hasn’t paid for his betrayal yet because he’s laying low. He will one day soon.

Now, if I could just replace Madison and convince Vanessa to let Cole learn the family business, I think my life would be perfect.

The bombing and Madison’s absence has continued to cause strain between my potential alliance with Lochlan.

I haven’t opened his most recent correspondence. He sends shit every few weeks.

Who the fuck sends actual mail nowadays?

I haven’t read any of the letters, but when I’ve got my beautiful wife naked bent over my desk, she knocks a pile onto the floor when her fingers reach for the edge of the desk to hold on.

Draped over her back, I reach a hand underneath her petite body to rub her clit to get her off before I come.

“More. Harder!” she begs.

“God, you take my cock so damn good,” I tell her as I give her exactly what she needs, slamming into her tight, slick cunt. Grabbing up a handful of her hair, I lift her head off the desk, forcing her to turn her face to mine so I can shove my tongue in her mouth, filling her every way I can. When I pull back, I tell her, “I always knew you would be able to take it all. Every. Last. Inch.” The last three words are punctuated with my thrusts.

“Yes, so good,” she moans, her eyelids heavy.

I rub her clit faster, telling her, “Come for me, butterfly. Come for me so I can fill you up. Afterward, I’m going to sit back and watch my cum drip down your thighs.”

“Oh, god! I’m…I’m…Dante!” she exclaims when her pussy clenches around me, throbbing in that perfect fucking way. Her small body shudders underneath my weight, her hips bucking wildly, setting me off.

My release is so intense I have to bite down on her shoulder and growl while my wife milks every last drip from me.

I only lay draped on her for a second, placing a kiss over the teeth marks that didn’t break the skin, then a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder before I pull out. Pressing my hand on her upper back, I tell her, “Stay right fucking here until I tell you that you can stand up.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Salvato,” she pants.

Satisfied beyond belief, I slump down into the desk chair behind her to do exactly what I said I would. I stare at her amazing ass and slick cunt, waiting for my seed to gush out. Thanks to how big my load was, it doesn’t take long. When the thick liquid drips down her inner thigh I swipe my fingertips through it, rubbing it around her pussy lips, then over her asshole, just because I like the way she squirms and whimpers, begging for more.

Since I still want more too, I open a desk drawer to pull out a new toy I’ve been wanting us to play with. I rub the pointy end through her wetness, over her slit, teasing her, making her writhe. Since I haven’t told her she can stand up yet, she has to endure it. When the beginner-sized anal plug is soaking wet, I press it to her puckered hole and push it inside.

“Oh!” she exclaims in surprise.

“Keep this inside of you for the rest of the day. Tomorrow you’ll take a bigger plug and so on until I can fit my cock in your ass,” I tell her. I give her right ass cheek a smack, making her gasp. “Oh, and I can make it vibrate from anywhere in the penthouse, whenever I want.”

“Mmm,” she moans.

“You can stand up now, butterfly. Come sit on my lap, while I try out the vibration settings.”

Vanessa pushes herself up and staggers back a step, sending more mail to the floor.

“Pick that up,” I order her just so I can watch her bend over.

She looks over her shoulder to roll her eyes at me, but does as she’s told, even turning her ass to me. Twice in one day might be a record for her to comply without complaint.

“Ooh, fancy,” Vanessa says as she gathers up the paperwork and mail. I groan at the sight of her bare ass in the air wondering if I should fasten my pants or keep them open for another round. Like always, even after I just had her, I want her again. When she straightens, she shuffles through the stack of envelopes. “Some of these are from Lochlan.”

“I know.”

“You haven’t opened any of them?”

“He wouldn’t take my call for weeks. The only reason he’s contacting me now is to ask about Madison, and since I don’t have anything to fucking tell him…”

“This looks like…” Vanessa trails off before she tosses the stack onto the desk to rip open one of the square envelopes.

“Looks like what?”

She pulls a piece of cardstock from inside. “Oh my god. Oh. My. God,” she repeats while slapping a palm over her gaping mouth, her green eyes wide. And since my wife isn’t usually so dramatic, her reaction is concerning.

“What is it, Vanessa?”

“It’s Lochlan’s wedding invitation.” She holds up the card.

“That’s great. He’s finally giving up on marrying Madison.”

“No, Dante. It’s not good.” She turns the invitation around for me to read it. It takes a second to decipher the words since it’s in the raised, fancy blue, cursive font.

“Join us as we celebrate the union of Lochlan Dunne and Sophie Salvato on June first,” I read aloud.

“You’re forcing little Sophie to marry him?” Vanessa asks.

“No. I would never agree to that! She’s still a child.”

“Then…what the hell is he thinking?”

“Lochlan’s trying to force my hand. He must have found out Madison is missing,” I grumble. “Which means we have to replace her fast, because there is no fucking way I’m going to let that son of a bitch near Sophie.”