Chapter – 0014Lorenzo POVNo more gunfire. No more rivals breathing down our necks. With Matteo dead and the DeLucas scattered, the city was ours. Isabella stood on the rooftop terrace in nothing but my white dress shirt, unbuttoned, the Chicago wind whipping it open to reveal her perfect body. My wife. My queen.I came up behind her, already hard, and wrapped my arms around her waist.“We did it, baby,” I murmured, kissing her neck. “Forever.”She leaned back into me, grinding her ass against my cock. “Forever,” she whispered.I bent her over the wide marble railing, yanked the shirt up, and thrust into her soaked pussy in one deep stroke. She moaned loud, pushing back like the perfect addict she’d become.“Fuck me harder, husband,” she begged.I gave her everything — pounding her raw under the night sky, one hand choking her throat, the other rubbing her clit. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around me like it was made for me. She came twice, screaming my name, gushing down my ball
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