Sinful Hearts: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance
Sinful Hearts: EPILOGUE

“Call me, okay?”

Nora rolls her eyes in the dramatic way only a teenager can pull off.

“Yes, Mother.”

I glare at her. “Don’t do that. You know I hate when you call me that.”

She grins. “I’ll call, Elsa.”

I stick my tongue out at her. “Have fun.”

“We won’t be out late, Ms. Guin.”

I cringe. Theo calling me that sounds so…mom-ish.

“Good night, Theo,” I sigh, giving a wave as the black Escalade pulls away from the curb and cruises away.

“Feeling old yet?”

I groan, turning to see Hades behind me, lounging on the front steps of his building.

“Slightly, yes.”

He grins. “She’ll be fine.”

I turn back, watching Nora drive off with Theo, another boy and a girl I know from her grade, and another girl I don’t know.

“Theo’s not after your sister, don’t worry. One, he knows I’ll fucking castrate him if he even tries to touch her. And two, he’s got a crush on Galina.”

I frown. “Galina?”

“The other girl in the car.” Hades smirks. “Russian. Her dad works for Gavan. So that could get real interesting real quick.”

For now, when it comes to the Reznikov Bratva, there’s still a ceasefire. Not a truce, a ceasefire. The Drakos and Kildare families are not now suddenly allies of the Russians. But no one has any plans to kill each other in the streets. At least, not today.

So that’s a plus.

“Also, she’s still got that panic button on her keys,” Hades adds.

“Yeah? Good.”

He wraps an arm around my shoulders, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“C’mon upstairs. Let’s have dinner.”

A smell of pure deliciousness hits me the second we step off the elevator and onto the top floor. Dinner tonight is takeout from Shank that Hades went and picked up earlier, which I know was also an excuse to check in on Maya, Sean’s girlfriend.

She’s doing well, or at least the best that can be expected right now. Since Sean’s memorial service, which was really lovely, his family has taken her in as one of their own. Last I heard, she’s actually living with them.

My eyes slide to the piles of documents and contracts covering the dining room table.

“Hang on, sorry, I’ll clear these.”

Hades shrugs. “Leave ’em. We can eat outside.”

I stack them up anyway, sifting through them as I go: insurance claims, structural assessments, building permits.

For the new Banshee.

I’m seriously in fucking awe of Callie and the Kildare sisters. Nothing stops them, not even a bomb that almost killed them.

Since the damage from the blast pretty much totaled the building, including the floors above it, the rest of the unit owners took their insurance money and ran, selling cheap to Neve, Eilish, and Callie. The plans for the new and even better Banshee include not just a pub and a downstairs lounge, but a restaurant taking up the top two floors.

They’re in talks with Maya to see about luring her away from Shank. I hope she agrees to the plan.

On the plant-filled balcony, Hades is already setting out plates and opening a dusty and old looking bottle of barolo when I step outside.

“Hang on.”

He stops me before I take a seat, walking me across the gorgeously lush patio to the edge of the roof overlooking lower Manhattan, across the river.

“I might need you for some work.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Building permits.”

“For?”

He grins. “I’ve been thinking about finally getting around to doing the rest of this building. You know, finishing up the lower floors.”

My brows arch as I sink against his firm chest, relishing the feel of his strong arms around me.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Any particular reason?”

“I could use the space.”

I laugh. “Hades, you already have, what, three thousand square feet up here?”

“Thirty-three hundred, but who’s counting.”

I giggle as he shrugs, leaning in to kiss my neck, making me shiver like always.

“But I was thinking I might have two new roommates to think about, too.”

I go still. My eyes blink rapidly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Sell your place,” he growls. “The market is great right now. You’ll clean up.”

I stare at him.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Maybe. Or if you would prefer, I could tell you to.”

I blush, my thighs clamping together. Goddammit, he knows “controlling” me—at least to a degree—is my weakness with him.

“And Nora?”

“She could have her own floor. Literally.”

I slowly shake my head. “You want a teenager in your house?”

“I want you in my house,” he growls. “So yeah, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. She’s a good kid, anyway.”

My brows knit. “You’re actually serious, aren’t you?”

“About as serious as I am about this.”

When he drops to his knee, my heart almost flies out of my mouth.

“Hades…”

He holds up the box, opening it and letting the garden lights twinkle over the huge solitaire diamond ring inside.

“I want you to marry me, Elsa.”

I can’t say a word. Hades arches a brow.

“This is the part where you say yes, if that wasn’t clear.”

I bite my lip and look at him coquettishly.

“And what if I say no, Mr. God of the Underworld?”

A dark, lethal shadow crosses his face. “Then I tie you to my fucking bed like a proper Persephone and keep you forever anyway.”

I grin.

“So,” he shrugs. “Yes just seems like an easier—”

“Yes,” I whisper. My cheeks bloom with heat. “I’d love to marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

Suddenly, our mouths are slamming together, and I’m kissing him hard and falling back into one of the lounge chairs.

He pins me down, stripping my jeans and panties off together, followed quickly by his shirt. I bite my lip, my eyes sliding over his muscled torso with all its ink, loving the way his body coils when he’s about to devour me, like he’s going to war.

“Spread your fucking legs for me, kitten.”

And God do I love when he calls me that.

I cry out as his head slips between my thighs, and when his tongue drags up my wet pussy lips, I melt. He’s a mix of aggressive and soft, and being with him is always like dancing with a loaded gun. His tongue swirls around my clit, driving me up the wall as his powerful hands shove my knees up and back.

He groans when his fingers slip lower, finding the gold plug already in my ass.

I might have gotten more than a little comfortable with wearing it these days.

All the time.

And by “comfortable” I mean “obsessed with.”

I whimper when he tugs on the base of it, turning it in a slow circle inside my ass as his tongue does the same thing to my clit. The sensation is mind-blowing, and when my body starts to shake and writhe beneath him, he only drags it out even more.

“Eager little kitten,” he growls against my thigh before plunging his tongue into me.

I throw my head back, my cries filling the night air as Hades teases my body into a sweating, whimpering, shuddering mess.

His lips fasten around my clit, his tongue swirling around it as he sucks. And suddenly, my whole body convulses as the trigger inside me is pulled.

“I’m fucking coming!”

I scream and scream, my thighs clamping around his head and my back arching as the orgasm rips through me. I’m barely over the brink, and still clawing at the edges of my sanity when he moves up between my legs.

Oh God yes.

His swollen cock slams into me, forcing the air from my lungs as my eyes go wide. I moan, crushing my lips to his as my legs wrap tight around his muscled hips. One hand wraps around my throat, the other pinning my wrists above my head.

And I lose all control. Like I always do with this man who destroys my control. My inhibitions. My walls. As if that’s exactly what he was born to do.

I moan into his lips as he kisses me, our bodies grinding together desperately as his hips roll. His gorgeous cock rams into me over and over, his pubic bone hitting my clit with each thrust as my nipples drag electrically against his chest.

Hades doesn’t just fuck me.

He consumes me. He captures me and drags me off to his underworld lair, seemingly to keep me there forever, every single time we do this.

“Hades…”

“I want you to fucking come for me, kitten,” he groans into my lips. “Let me feel that sweet, juicy little pussy come for my big fucking cock, like a good girl.”

He sinks all the way into me, making me feel so fucking full between him and the plug. His hand squeezes around my throat just enough to send me reeling into the stratosphere.

And suddenly, I slam my lips to his, screaming my release into his mouth as I come like a thermonuclear explosion. Hades groans out his release, kissing me like I belong to him as he buries his throbbing cock deep. His cum spills into me as my legs lock around his hips and my lips sear to his.

And then, we do it all over again.

Three more times.

When we’re done, we both look like we’ve competed against each other in gladiatorial combat. I’m covered in delicious bruises and marks from his mouth and hands, shaking and trembling on the couch back inside with one leg and one arm hanging off it. Hades is collapsed on the floor next to me, both of us gasping for air with a sheen of sweat across our spent bodies.

“You know, if Nora and I move in—”

“The fuck is with this if bullshit?”

I giggle. “Sorry. When Nora and I move in, I’m not so sure you and I will be able to do this.”

“Sex?”

I blush. “On the dining room table, the living room floor, and against the refrigerator? Uh, no, not so much.”

“And why is that, pray tell?”

I roll my eyes. “Because we’ll have a third person living here.”

“Exactly why do you think I’m going to be renovating a whole fucking floor for her?” he grins, groaning as he pushes off the floor and onto the couch, scooping me into his arms. “Not to mention making sure it’s got extra sound proofing?”

“Um…”

“So that she never has to come up here, where we’ll be spending our time fucking on every goddamn surface at every goddamn hour of every goddamn day.”

I grin lazily, shaking my head.

“Which might, in fact, kill me.”

“Hell of a way to go, though.”

“You might actually be insane. You do know that, right?”

“What does that say about you?”

I shrug, blushing as his mouth lowers, hovering millimeters from mine.

“Guilty as charged,” I murmur.

“I love you,” he growls quietly.

“I love you, too.”

“Will you love me less if I mention that my cock is still hungry for you?”

I groan, giggling as I twist in his arms. I shiver as my legs spread over either side of his grooved hips.

“Nope.”

“Good kitten.”