Seventy-Four

I lay motionless in our bed as I hear Aydem softly enter our room; he turns on the ensuite light, filling the room with a yellow glow before quietly closing the door behind him.

The sound of cascading water sweeps through the room, I roll over and look at the time, it's six in the morning, and he's just stumbling through the door now.

I throw back the duvet, swing my legs over the side of the bed and I open the door, leaning against the threshold as mists of condensation gather in the room.

"Good morning, dear," I utter, watching him through the glass screen as he lathers his body with soap

He comes to a halt for a split second, casting a glimpse over his shoulder before resuming his washing. "Günaydın, askim." [Goodmorning, my love.] He replies gruffly, placing the soap back onto the dish, he places his hands on the wall and bows his head as he lets the water wash away the sins he has committed.

Sins on my behalf.

I step into the shower and take note that the water spiralling down the drain isn't yet clear. It's tarnished by blood. Stepping behind him, I wrap my arms around his torso, pressing the side of my face against his back.

"Is it done?"

"Evet," [Yes, ] He replies gruffly. "The Esposito lineage has officially been wiped clean."

I tighten my grip around his body, "Thank you." I whisper, as hot tears of relief spill from my eyes. "I feel free, like the weight on my shoulders has been lifted," I sniffle, "Thank you so much, Aydem,"

He slowly turns around to face me, pressing his back against the wall and he pulls me into him, kissing the top of my head.

"I would do anything for you." He declares with a tired sigh. "Before I met you, I truly believed I was living," he chuckles. "Then you sat at the bar, proving to me that one taste would never be enough after our wild night together."

I pull back, looking up at him as the water from the showerhead rains down on me, "And now you've bitten off more than you can chew." I say sarcastically.

"More than you'll ever know,"

His dazzling eyes that I admire so much, search mine and my cheeks flush. I desperately want to pinch myself to make sure that this isn't a dream and I'll soon wake up to find out that Castello is very much alive.

I run my fingers through his hair, my eyes wander over his handsome face, and I realise that home for me is where he's at.

It's odd, after the night I've had, I thought I'd feel different than how I feel at this moment.

However, my spirit is free of tears, guilt, or even a trace of regret.

Is that inhumane of me?

Does it make me a psychopath or a monster?

The jury is still out on this one.

Last night when I cut Castello's family emblem from his chest, I liked it. I felt a great sense of gratification engulf me like I was having an out of body experience, and I never wanted it to stop.

"Now what?" I ask.

"Now, we can move forward and live our life like an ordinary family." he flashes me a lopsided smirk.

"Ordinary is boring," I mutter, "Besides, we couldn't master that lifestyle even if we gave it our all. We have changed." I pause, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You make me want to do things I never thought could be possible for someone like me."

He slants his head to one side, encircling my body with his arms. "Tell me askim [my love]," He purrs hoarsely. "What kinds of things did you dream about?"

Suddenly my cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I remove my arms from around his neck, covering my face with my hands. I didn't think he would ask me to explain in greater detail, and I instantly regret the words from ever leaving my lips.

"I want to go back to university and study. I'd like to travel and give Sandro some siblings. I'd also like you to take me out to dinner and dancing every Saturday night "I sputter and lower my hands to meet his stare, letting him know I'm serious.

"If that's what you want, then I am happy to oblige in any way possible." He lowers his head, brushing his lips against mine. "I know where we can start first," His voice trembles with desperation as he lowers his free hand down my torso, gathering my black and silk nightgown in his fingers.

Smiling against his lips, "Men, you are predictable." I whisper with amusement.

I giggle as he spins us around, pinning me against the shower wall, towering over me. "Do you object, Mrs Burack?" He questionably raises a single brow, combing his hair with his fingers.

I shake my head, licking my lips, as I drop my sight to his manhood, which causes a little moan of unmistakable yearning for this man to sweep through the ensuite.

He steps back, resting his large hands on his hips, "Do you like what you see?" He growls with hooded eyes.

"You're beautiful Aydem," I whisper, over the pelting water from the showerhead. "The Gods truly paid a little more attention to you as you were being created."

"I can say the same for you," he utters.

Stepping forward, I grip his cock in my hand, and I crush my lips against his.

I know he's had one hell of a rough night, he's exhausted, and my hunger to taste him overwhelms me greatly. Sinking to my knees, I peer up at him, to see him watching me, and I stick my tongue out, swirling it over the tip of his cock.

A rumbling growl, reverberates off the walls, as he gathers my wet hair in his hands. When I'm with him, he brings feelings out inside of me with a craving to give him more than I can, ever, offer him.

Together we have killed a man, wiped out a notorious family and made a name for ourselves.

I was dealt a shitty hand until fate stepped up and presented me with an opportunity that was too good to pass up. If I had to live my horrid life all over again, just to find Aydem.

I'd do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

We faintly hear the sound of Sandro crying through the baby monitor, "Not, now..." He mutters, thrusting his cock into my mouth.

My nails dig into the sides of his ass cheeks, tears pool in the corners of my eyes as he fills my accommodating mouth, desperately seeking his release so he can give Sandro his first bottle of the day.

"Ohhh, hello my gorgeous nephew," Mercedes' voice comes through the speaker. "I've been waiting for you to get up," She coos, "Mummy and daddy are no doubt having their victory escapade. It runs in the family, every time your Uncle Sedar gains a victory. I end up barefoot and pregnant." She giggles lightly.

"FUCK!" Aydem snarls, picking me up.

I wrap my limbs around his torso, yelping as he tears the nightgown flush from my burning flesh.

"Sounds like we have a family tradition to upkeep, askim [my love]," He grunts, "One victory baby in the making..." Slamming into me, he begins fucking me with everything he has to offer, and I take it all with a wicked smile playing on my lips.

Looks like my returning to uni will have to wait...