Black Romance 63 Epilogue

Six Months Later

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Sitting on the couch, I flipped through the stations, landing on the news. The camera was zoomed in on Virgo's face as he sulked in his chair. He was wearing the same jet black suit I had always seen him in, with his yellow handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket.

The camera panned the room, coming back to a closeup on Virgo's eyes. Even right then, knowing he was behind a screen, miles away, I still felt this sense of uneasiness, as if he could see me through the gla.s.s.

"Alleged mob boss, Virgo Berch.e.l.lo, was arraigned today on charges that range from money laundering to tax fraud, s.e.x trafficking, and murder. Italian officials speculate he could be responsible for over two dozen disappearances between three different countries. Multiple women were removed from the dwelling, names of the victims are being kept private to protect their ident.i.ties. Authorities are still looking for several names a.s.sociated with the Canary. Vinchenzo Manziolla, Alfred-Blue- Fiozza, Dominic Bianchi. . ." Pictures of the men came across the screen, making my heart flutter with a stilling fear. 'If you see these men, they are considered armed and dangerous. Contact your local authorities immediately."

They could come looking for me. . .

Virgo's face popped back onto the screen, causing the news anchor's voice to fade as I zoned out. It was unsettling to see his face again, to know that even after being imprisoned for months, he still had this halo of dark dust floating around his head. The way he glared at the judge as he read the charges, the way he held himself like he was an innocent man being wrongfully accused, it just made me sick.

The front door opened and Bentley stepped inside, carrying a plastic bag of groceries. "Hey," he said, glancing at the television, "What are they saying?"

"Who cares, so long as he spends the rest of his life in prison. I can't watch this anymore, I hate seeing his face." Hitting the power b.u.t.ton on the remote, I tossed it onto the coffee table.

"What about your sister and brother? Were you able to find any information?"

Shrugging a shoulder, I furrowed my brows. "Nothing yet. I'm hoping that as the trial moves forward there's stuff that comes out I can use. I don't even know where to begin."

"Don't worry, you'll find them, I know you will."

Forcing a smile, I pulled my gaze off of his. "The thing I keep wondering is what happens if I do? Will they remember me? Hazel might, she was older, but Jonas was barely one. And what would I tell them?"

Tilting his head, Bentley softened his eyes. "You'd tell them the truth because they'd be old enough to understand it."

"Yeah, I just don't know if I'd want to tell them the entire truth, or if finding them would really do any good for them at all."

It was hard to imagine exactly what I would say to them if I ever did find them. A part of me thought that they might just be better off where they are. From what Salt knew about that day, my siblings were adopted by a family who couldn't afford to go through all the legal loopholes, but that was it. He didn't know where they actually went if they stayed in the states or were sent someplace else.

Maybe it's better if I never find them?

If they had no memory of that day, no memory of me or the life they used to have, what good would it do for me come in out of nowhere and shatter their world?

I would take the bubble they had been living in and literally pop it with a hot needle. They would learn the dark history of their real family, and I couldn't even begin to think about how that might impact their future.

They could be living happy lives, with opportunities, education, loving parents. . . Inserting myself could destroy all of that. But I wouldn't really know what to do until I found them.

Once I knew where they were and how they were living, then and only then would I know. Until that moment, I was still going to look. It couldn't hurt to just search.

Shaking my head, I pushed the thoughts away. "What do you got there?" I asked.

"Well, I have something that might brighten your day a little." Smirking, he flashed his teeth as his brows bounced high.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" I asked, pulling my feet up and tucking them under my legs.

Reaching into the bag, he rummaged around. "Let's see. . ." Pulling out a large chocolate bar, he held it high above his head as if it was made of gold. "I got you this."

Throwing it underhand across the room, I caught it. Gripping the edges, I was about to tear it open when I noticed someone already had. Pus.h.i.+ng the sides apart, I looked inside the wrapper and saw that there were a few squares missing.

"You ate some already? Seriously?"

"What?" he asked, shrugging a shoulder. "I got hungry."

"You couldn't buy two?"

"I thought chocolate was best for sharing."

Giggling, I pressed the chocolate bar to my chest and pouted my lips. "The rest is mine, so don't ask for any."

For the past six months, I spent my time readjusting to a new world. One without permanent walls, without meaningless punishments, without orders and forced interactions. A world where the sky was the ceiling and the walls were where your vision reached the horizon and you couldn't see any farther.

There were plenty of sleepless nights, nights where I'd wake up in a cold sweat, expecting to be back in that room. But when my eyes opened and Salt was beside me, all my worries and fears would melt away.

Bentley had done nothing but support me through the transition from prisoner to freedom. He was there if I needed to cry, letting me shed the weight of all the years I held inside. He was there to calm me down when I thought I had seen one of Virgo's men following us or thought I heard someone outside the door.

But he kept pus.h.i.+ng me, forcing me to take small steps outside my comfort zone so I could enjoy what I had been missing.

I had already tasted every different type of food I could my hands on. Salt would take me to a different restaurant every week. He'd have me close my eyes and he'd feed me something blindly.

We were slowly building a life together. A life that neither of us had ever had, one that was normal, one that didn't have dark secrets. We didn't have to hide anymore. . . I loved that part the most.

He wasn't worried about the men that got away. According to him, the heat was too hot for them to do anything, he said they were laying someplace, avoiding the public. It made sense, and I trusted him, so I refused to let those a.s.sholes keep me stagnant.

"So, what else do you have in that bag?" Popping a square of chocolate into my mouth, I left it on my tongue so it could melt a little before I started chewing.

Chocolate was my new addiction.

"Nothing special; a bottle of a soda, a book for you to read—"

"A book? I hope it's not a novel, I'm not that good at reading yet."

"But you will be. You've been working really hard on it, I can already tell you're better than you give yourself credit for. Besides, we have a long flight in front of us, so it's the perfect time to practice." Smiling, he pulled an envelope out from his jacket pocket and waved it back and forth.

"You mean—"

"Yup, I got them today. We are officially Mr. and Mrs. Jericho D'Angelo. We have everything we need; birth certificates, social security cards, pa.s.sports—everything."

"Oh my G.o.d, you really got them?" Dropping the chocolate bar, I jumped up off the couch and ran to his side. Salt was shaking the envelope above my head, just out of my reach, his eyes glinting playfully. "Can I see mine? What's my name?"

Technically, we weren't actually married, we didn't run off and tie the knot on a whim. But we did get new ident.i.ties from one of Salt's connections. We could finally go home without raising any eyebrows or suspicion.

"Uh uh, first I want a kiss." Puckering his lips, he closed his eyes and leaned in. Pecking him quickly, I s.n.a.t.c.hed the envelope from his hand and darted away laughing. "Hey!" he called out, chuckling as he took off after me.

Running around the bed in our hotel room, I could see the Eiffel Tower out our big picture window from the eighteenth floor. The sun was setting in the background, the sky was this shade of orange with jagged purple and blue streaks as if someone had hand painted the colors in the sky.

I never thought in a million years that I'd ever had the chance to see the Eiffel Tower. My eyes were fixed on the incredible image Mother Nature had created, taken back by just how beautiful it was.

There was this sense of appreciation I had for everything. Every tiny detail, every lingering aroma, and flavor, every pockmark and scar, every shade of color and season. All of it was amazing, reminding me that I was still alive.

I really made it. I'm finally free.

My knees buckled as Salt tackled me from behind, his thick body pinning me to the bed as he tried to snag the doc.u.ments from my hand.

"Hey!" I yelled, tucking the envelope under my stomach and out of his reach. "This isn't how you get your way, Mr. Jericho D'Angelo!"

The hard tips of his fingers dug into my ribs as he tickled me, making it hard for me to say anything because I was laughing uncontrollably.

"Come on!" Giggling, my body was rolling and bucking. "This isn't fair! You're not playing fair!"

"We never set rules for this game, so anything goes." Quicker and with more precision, he tickled his way down my body and grabbed the most ticklish spot. His large palm wrapped my knee as his fingers pressed into the outside muscle.

I couldn't stop laughing as my body tingled and s.h.i.+vered, shaking like I was being electrocuted. "Stop! I'm going to pee myself! Stop!" Between crazy laughs and heavy breathing, I tried desperately to wriggle out from underneath him.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of this that easily. I'm calling your bluff." Flipping me onto my back, Bentley grabbed my wrists and lifted them above my head as he tore the envelope from my hand. "How dare you, Rosabella D'Angelo?"

"Rosabelle? That's my name now?"

Nodding, he asked, "Do you like it? It means beautiful rose."

He was holding me in place, tucked against my mound as he split my legs open with his hips. I could feel his hard c.o.c.k as he s.h.i.+fted his waist. My body reacted, nipples turning to stiff peaks as his piercing dark brown eyes held me hostage.

"I love it."

With gentle fingers, he brushed loose strands of hair out of my face. "I like this."

"Like what?"

"Seeing you happy." Kissing me softly, he whispered into my mouth, feeding me the words. "I love you, and seeing you happy means everything to me."

My lips vibrated as he spoke, my skin flus.h.i.+ng as the heat of his mouth spread over my face. "I love you too, you make me happy. I could never thank you enough for what you've done for me."

"I don't want you to thank me, I just want you to always love me. I want us to always be like we are now." His lips found mine again, kissing me harder. His hands curled around my wrists, keeping my arms high above my head.

Our tongues danced, swirling and licking. He tasted so good. I could kiss that man all day long. Pulling his mouth off of mine, he worked his lips down my neck, fluttering kisses across my collarbone and down my chest.

My beaded nipples tingled under my s.h.i.+rt as he circled one with his nose and then nibbled it with his teeth. Dragging his face across my chest, he plucked the other nipple beneath the fabric, forcing my back to arch off the bed.

With painstakingly slow fingertips, Salt ran them down my ribs, teasing the edge of my s.h.i.+rt. "Do you want me to keep going?" he asked, touching the delicate skin of my belly as he slipped his hand underneath.

Biting my lower lip, I nodded. "Yes, don't stop." My hips rocked up, rubbing against his erection. "I never want you to stop."

"Good," he breathed out, sliding his hand up the center of my chest and circling my b.r.e.a.s.t.s one at a time. "Tell me what you want, tell me where to touch you."

The closer he moved to my nipples, the more my body came alive. My muscles shook, my heart was pounding, my brain was slowly drowning. It was the best form of torture.

"I want you to lick my nipples."

Pus.h.i.+ng my s.h.i.+rt up, he hovered his mouth over my breast. "Is this what you want?" Flicking his tongue across my t.i.t, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, gently rolling it between his teeth.

Moaning, I closed my eyes as he went to my other breast and repeated the motion. Gyrating my hips, I rolled my p.u.s.s.y against his c.o.c.k, ready for him to be inside me.

"Keep going, tell me what you want." Running his tongue down my nipple, he placed kisses across my ribs and over my belly.

"I want you to kiss me lower, and don't stop until I tell you to."

Growling, he pushed up on his knees as he tugged my shorts down my legs. Pressing my knees to open wider, Salt's eyes devoured every inch of my p.u.s.s.y. His face disappeared as he dipped down and let out a cool breath across my sensitive b.u.t.ton.

f.u.c.k, it felt so good. It always felt so good. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined s.e.x ever being anything but sickening. But Salt knew how to warm my body, he knew how to touch me, he knew how to read me.

Lowering his face, he licked my c.l.i.t with the tip of his tongue. "Mm," cooing, I raked my fingers through his hair and gripped the roots.

I was completely lost in the moment. There was no one else in the world right then but us. And that was how I always wanted it to be.
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Pressing his tongue flat against my folds, he sucked on my c.l.i.t, lapping and drinking my arousal. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, forcing my muscles to tremble and my back to shoot off the bed.

Resting his palm on my stomach, he pressed me back down, tearing his mouth from my p.u.s.s.y. "Not yet, my flower, I want to feel you c.u.m."

Sitting up on his knees, he unb.u.t.toned his pants and s.h.i.+fted them down his hips. The way his muscles rippled as he twisted his torso, the way the thick muscles in his legs flexed as he climbed out of his pants, it was heart-stopping.

Licking my eyes up and down his body, his hard c.o.c.k was standing out straight, so firm the tip glistened and the veins throbbed in need. Grabbing a condom, Salt sheathed his c.o.c.k and climbed above me.

Placing his hands on either side of my head, he teased my hair with his fingers as his swollen crown nudged my entrance. Holding still, Salt gently touched my face, stroking it as he looked into my eyes.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I want you to know that I always want you to know how beautiful you are inside and out." Kissing my shoulder, he pushed his c.o.c.k in a little, giving me a second to adjust to his size.

"How did I get so lucky to have you fall into my world?" Placing a palm to his cheek, I drew circles over the stubble on his skin.

The cut angles of his jaw were sharp and rugged. His almond-shaped eyes were open so wide I thought I could jump inside. His deep brown hair dangled around his face, framing it perfectly.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I s.h.i.+mmied my hips forcing him in deeper. Salt let out a groan as he slid all the way in until his b.a.l.l.s touched my a.s.s and there was nothing left for my body to take.

Pulling his hips away slowly, he brought it right to the edge, driving back in with vigor. This wasn't slow, delicate lovemaking. Not with him. This was pa.s.sionate, lose yourself in the moment s.e.x.

Rocking his body, he drove in hard, slamming his c.o.c.k in deep. Each thrust became more intense, making my body tighten and my lungs forget how to breathe.

He was a monster transformed, a wild beast that had been tamed. Bentley had become exactly who I knew he was, he was my savior.

And as we made love, as we lost ourselves to the hunger, there was no need for words.

Because our life was meant to blend, our worlds were meant to cross, and our future was still a chapter we needed to write.

Love comes in so many forms, and mine was molded in the dark.

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