The Mafia Queen's Husband

Epilogue

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🎶 If the tide takes California 🎶
I'm so glad I got to hold ya
And if the sky falls from Heaven above
🎶 Oh, I know, I had the best time falling into love🎶
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Eva

I forgot how much of a lightweight Sebastian is. He has taken nearly four more sips of wine than me and he has already crossed the line from tipsy to drunk-off-his-ass.

A fact which is proven by the way he's shaking his ass at me right now. I think this is his attempt at twerking. I've never laughed this much while I was this turned on.

"Come on! Spank it!" He yells over the loud music.

I put a hand on his hip to bring him closer and give him a sharp spank with the other one, making him yelp in pain.

"Motherfu—" He rubs the spot I just slapped while I stuff five crisp hundred dollar bills in his boxers.

"There you go, you little slut!" I laugh as he wiggles his cute ass at me before straightening up, all the while giggling and trying to sing along to the lyrics of 'Candy shop' by 50 Cent.

His hands glide over his smooth, naked stomach and chest as he raises them high above with his head thrown back, his hips moving from side to side with slow and soft movements. His skin is shining, a layer of sweat covering his whole body, and making his golden skin fucking glow.

Fucking hell. He would make a good stripper. Of course, I would have to kill everyone in a 5 mile radius afterwards.

My eyes rake over every inch of him, memorizing all the details. I could look at him forever and never get bored.

"Would you like a lap dance, mommy?" He bites his lips seductively, his eyes hooded and the corners crinkled as he smiles teasingly. His cheeks are coated with a heavy blush - the effects of too much alcohol as well as dancing - making his freckles more pronounced than ever.

"F-Fuck yeah." I stammer. Holy hell, what is he doing to me?!

It doesn't really matter though, as he makes his way over to me with a wild look in his eyes. He's drunk but he's also mine so I plan on fucking him until he passes out tonight.

"Lose the shorts, slut." I demand with a husky voice, reaching out and teasing his inner thighs when he stops less than a feet away from where I am reclining on the couch.

His pink, full lips tremble when he releases a shaky breath and leans down to get his boxers off. His cock juts out, hard and big and already dripping. Then, he puts his knees on either side of me, holding onto the couch for support as he starts gyrating his hips on top as if he's riding my cock.

I reach out to finally touch his silky smooth skin when he leans back and literally slaps my hands away. Shocked, I can only raise an eyebrow at him in question.

"Nuh-uh! No touching." He orders, biting his lips nervously despite the small grin on them.

I press my lips together and lean back, relaxing and putting my hands down by my sides. "Alright, pretty boy. You're in charge tonight."

He grins excitedly and goes back to giving me the best lap dance I have ever gotten. They're not skills, he's mostly riding on instincts, but it is him and it's raw and beautiful and fucking sexy as hell. And I make sure to let him know that.

"You're so fucking gorgeous!"

Judging by the way goosebumps erupt all over his body every time I praise him, I don't even need to touch him to be in control. I'm pretty sure he knows that too, but if he wants to think he's in charge, then who am I to say no? At least for a little while.