Page 137 of Enforcer

After he kisses me senselessly, he slides my ring onto my finger.

“It fits perfectly,” I say breathlessly, turning it to watch it sparkle in the chandelier’s light.

“It should. I had him fit your finger while you slept. Though you might swell during your pregnancy, we didn’t plan for that,” Brynne says, and my heart fills with an ache that he included my best friend in his proposal.

“You helped him?” I sniffle.

She smiles. “Girl, he asked my permission to ask you.”

I lose it again, turning to Dante and kissing him.

“I’m so happy for you both. To Dante and Alyssa!” Slate raises his glass in cheers, and the table follows.

Everyone drinks to our happiness as I lean my forehead against my fiancé’s and smile.

“I love you.”

He returns the sentiment, and I beam like the sun beneath his blanket of love.

I was a broken girl before him, before this family.

Yet, when he asked me to be his wife, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation. I don’t want to say love fixed all my problems or make light of what I suffered in my childhood, but I think the right person can fill a void in you.

The right person can make you happy where you never thought it could be filled.

The right person will love you through everything and make the world a brighter place where you can’t see the darkest bits anymore.

And I’ve found mine.

Marriage and babies are going to be difficult and trying, but I wouldn’t want to go through them without him—I couldn’t, in fact.

“Let’s go home, Mrs. Ricci,” he says, and my body thrums.

“Let’s.”

BONUS CHAPTER

SLATE

Brynne whines as the cuffs dig into her wrists. She arches off the bed as I pull one nipple clamp off, thrusting inside her and feeling her fluttering walls around my cock as her cuffs grate against the metal headboard of the bed.

“You going to be a good girl for Daddy and come, bunny?”

I tease the next clamp, tugging but not pulling it off, making her breathless.

“Yes,” she breathes, and I don’t know if she does it on purpose. Sometimes, she loves to earn my ire.

I tug harder, nearly making her come as she arches off the bed.

“Yes, what?” I growl.

She opens her eyes, finding mine in the haze of pleasure. “Yes, Daddy,” she says, her voice so husky it shoots straight to the head of my cock.

“That’s better. Good girls behave, bunny. I don’t know how many times I’ve taught you this lesson. You’re hard-headed,” I taunt.

She moans as I lean down and capture her lips, swallowing each little noise she makes because it lathers my soul in happiness.

“Please,” she begs, and I fuck her harder. Deeper.