His hands worked between us, a thumb fingering at my asshole as the pads of his fingers swam at my clit. His thumb pushed passed the first ring of my backside when he pinched my clit, and my body shuddered and shook apart, the sheer force of him nearly too much for me to take.

“You’re so beautiful coming around me like that.” His release pulsed through him, his muscles bunching and twisting tight as his cum poured out of him, soaking down my thighs as he stroked and hummed at my ear.

“Can’t wait to make you my wife.” He sucked my finger into his mouth, his lips sinking to the glimmering ring. His dark eyes danced as his cock still pulsed with release inside me, our cum mingling and dripping onto my expensive kitchen floors.

“I love you, Elis Brooks. I love you so much.”

His cocky grin turned sideways. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Price. I was just too much of a punk to see it before now.”

He latched my ankles behind his waist, his cock still inside me as he carried me down the hallway and deposited me into the mountain of pillows on our bed.

He pressed his lips to mine. “Thank you for saying yes. Now, I plan on eliciting at least a few dozen more yeses from you tonight alone. Hang on tight, baby.”

He grasped my thighs, yanking me to his face. I pushed my hands into his hair as he drew out more yeses than I’d ever thought possible.

Elis Brooks—the most talented man I’d ever met and soon to be my husband.

I was his, and that made me the luckiest girl in the world.

First Epilogue

Elis –Three Months Later

“Mm, my sexy wife, so fucking hot in this dress. I can’t wait to peel it off you.”

“Elis, you’re not even supposed to see me. Your mom is going to kill you,” Devlynn breathed, trying to shut me out of the tiny changing room she was sequestered in at the church.

Her mother had insisted we get married at one of the most iconic churches in the city and had pulled some strings to do it. Apparently, marrying the Park Avenue Punk and his princess would be a media circus, especially since we’d insisted on getting married so quickly after our engagement.

Devlynn’s mother had orchestrated the venue, even though she wasn’t happy we were getting married. In fact, Devlynn had spent more time planning the details of the wedding with my mom and sister than her own.

“She’s right. I am about to kill you.” Mom placed a hand on her shoulder. “Now go wait for your girl at the end of the aisle. I need a minute with her.”