"I took one look at you and you stole my heart."

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Fighting Temptation: Epilogue

7 months later

"I said," I breathed out between harsh kisses placed on my lips roughly, letting out a loud moan as a large cock breached my walls, giving me no time to prepare as it rammed hard and fast into me. "I said I was sorry!" There was no time for me to breathe, all I kept doing was gasping and holding onto those firm shoulders, hoping that he would give me just a little bit of mercy. He growled down at me, nothing but fury in those hazel eyes as his thick erections slammed home once again, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I cried out, wanting him to stop as I couldn't handle it, but I wanted more. He was furious, the various slaps on my ass and the hand around my throat, choking me lightly, doing nothing to deter his rage.

He was keeping me rooted in my very spot so all that I could do in this position was take it all.

The sad part about it was that I couldn't even deny that it was my fault.

Exactly 43 minutes ago. 

We were walking in the mall, trying to do some weekly shopping when a thought occurred to me. "Hey Antonio," I called out, rubbing the vein along his arm as he turned his attention towards me. "Sí?" He raised a brow as he motioned for me to continue. "Did you want to be a doctor or something? Like was it your dream job? Of course, other than becoming a criminal and joining the mafia." I snorted in amusement as he glared at me, rolling his eyes and muttering something in Russian under his breath. "You know, Valentin," He began, tilting his head down at me as he spoke, a pleased smirk on his lips.

"I was never supposed to become a doctor of all things," He began. "In Russia, I never had the passion to do such implements and I was never interested in the medical field, to begin with. That was precisely the reason I did so." He grinned as his eyes twinkled and I stared in confusion, wanting him to elaborate. "It was merely just a facade, an alias for me to go under when I came to Manhattan. I came here at twenty-one and I needed some way of a cover so that I could still have my underground business. No one here really suspects a sweet and caring doctor, do they?" Antonio chuckled darkly and I grimaced in response, wondering how truly sadistic he was. "It was lucky that my uncle found me, wanting me to take on the accusations of all of his crimes, that I took over his role." He wasn't looking at me anymore and his cheeks were stained red.

"Then why didn't you leave?" I questioned. "You didn't have to stay after that."

He veered back over to me, a far distant look in his orbs as he smiled softly. "Like Anton Kozlov always told me, 'you always find it so hard to let things go once you get attached,'" He snickered a bit but there was no humor in it as he shook his head to himself. My heart started to rise, slowly beating in anticipation as I awaited his next words, slightly understanding what he meant. "What does that mean?" Thump. Thump. Thump.

I held my breath as he grabbed my hand, rubbing my palm. "It was you, Valentin," He whispered as he pulled me in closer. "All this time, it's always been you. It was hard for me to let you go  because I always had you to look forward too whenever I came to the hospital every day." He breathed and I snorted in disbelief, willing myself not to tear up like a baby. "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life!" I screeched like a madman and Antonio stared at me with a straight face, wondering if he should kill me and throw my body into the nearest lake.

He probably would.

"You always find a way to ruin the mood, don't you Valentin?" Antonio muttered as he walked away, probably trying to find another store to go into. Lol, he was upset, it was funny. "Tony!" I called out, grabbing the many annoyed and creeped out stares of patrons in the mall. "I'm just kidding, come back!" I said as I tried to keep up with him but the man had dangerously long legs. "Cállate!" He snapped as he kept up his long stride, his angry voice causing me to pout deeply as I stopped my pace (Shut up).

Fine, if he wanted to be that way.

I was gonna do what I wanted to do. I turned and marched inside the nearest store, which just happened to be ExpressMen, one of Antonio's favorite stores. Too bad, I wasn't going to get him shit from here.

"Ooh!" I beamed once my eyes landed on a turquoise button-up shirt. "That would look so hot on Antonio!" I went to pinch myself for thinking of the enemy. He has the means, he can get it for himself. I hmphed and turned my nose up, walking away. I was trying to think of what I could get from this store, knowing that I dressed like a homeless ape high on cocaine most days. 

"Ramiro? Is that you?" I heard a voice and I damn near jumped about 6,000 feet into the air when a hand touched me on the shoulder. "I'll shoot you, god damn it!" I screeched as a laugh pierced the air and I turned around. "Don't you remember me?" I looked up and I was staring into the face of a tall and tanned male with a clean jawline enlaced with stubble, clear and crisp grey eyes with brown hair that sat on top of his head. He looked really familiar, who was he? He was cute, very cute, but he wasn't my Antonio.

"Um, am I supposed to?" I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly and the man chuckled. "Still funny, I see. It's me, Keith Bethancourt." He grinned and suddenly, I was reminded of my high school days. Back when I was a junior rocking my bowl cut and braces, I became friends with another dude, the guy who was the quarterback for East Beaumont High.

This was that same dude.

"BRO!" I smiled in happiness as I threw my arms around my former homie, entangling him in grip just as tight as I used to do 6 years ago. "I missed you!" I ruffled his hair as he groaned in distaste, trying his hardest to get out of my grasp. "Yea, yea, I missed you too, now please let me go. People are staring." I let Keith go, ignoring the stares of the customers as he stood to his full height, his eyes softening as they landed on me. "How are you doing? What's new with you?" I couldn't stop my smiling as I faced my old best friend, wondering what things have changed.

"Nothing much, dickweed." He winked at me as I reminisced through the old nickname that he gave me, rolling my eyes playfully. "Any new women in your life, asshole?" I didn't really pay any attention to my surroundings but I could feel a burning glare, melting its way through the side of my face. Ew. "Yeah," Keith blushed heavily as he rubbed the back of his neck. To outsiders, it might've looked like he was confessing to me. "Her name is Paige Delatour. I met her when I went abroad 3 years ago." He looked so happy and it reminded me of how I must look when I talk about Antonio.

"I was wondering if you would be my best man at the wedding." I couldn't stop the hella big smile that consumed my face as I jumped up and down, the stare's intensity growing harder and harder and it was making me uncomfortable because I had no idea where it was coming from. I looked around the store and people seemed to be minding their business. "Ramiro." I heard my name being called in a dark and deep voice, suggesting that there would be hell to pay. "Yes, sure!" I turned my attention back to Keith, who was waiting for my answer. "Yes!" I screeched happily, my hands landing on his forearms as I cheered. He chortled in reply as he pulled out his phone, waiting for me to recite my number.

"Ramiro." There was the sound of maddening footsteps as if they belonged to someone who was going to inflict pain, someone who was angry. "212-491-" Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a heated aura grabbing me and choking me as I was thrown into darkness. "I'll be taking him now." My arm was taken in by a tight grip of a fist and I turned my eyes to see Satan standing there, the hells of fire surrounding his body as he stared down at me, his eyes narrowed into slits as the color in his eyes sparked with fury. His face was red as his jaw clenched, his teeth slammed together. His lips were curled into a snarl and my body shook along in the tense silence.

"Let's go." The fire that was the former head of the Kozlov commanded in an ominous tone as he glared at Keith. "3351!" I finished out as I was hauled over a shoulder with an oof, Antonio marching away with smoke in each stride, promising that there was definitely going to be hell to pay.

Throughout the whole car ride, it felt so stuffy inside with the intense amount of heat that Antonio was exuding. I felt like I was gonna suffocate, and he wouldn't look at me. "Ton-" I went to speak but he cut me off in a sharp tone. "Cállate!" He was madder than the first time and I couldn't understand why. I was scared, just a bit. When we arrived at the condo, he all but rammed into the parking lot, parking and getting out as fast as he could. "Don't move." He demanded and I sat there, still as a log. My door was opened with a bang as he snatched me up, slamming it back with ease.

"Antonio, what's wrong with you?!" I wanted to know because it was embarrassing to be carried like this into a lobby filled with rich people. I'm sure the sight of my ass might have been appealing but Tony was doing the most. I had no idea why he was upset, to begin with. I really was just joking and he knew his words meant a lot to me, so why was he tripping? 

I kept my eyes closed as my face flushed red, Antonio growling and muttering to himself as he got off of the elevator, storming towards our condo. There was so much anger and hatred floating off of him in waves and it was consuming me. "Tony-" I went to speak as he threw me on our silk bed, ripping his shirt off. "Shut up." He stared me deep in the eyes and I pouted a bit as his hand came around my neck, pulling me close to him. He then slammed his lips on mine in a fiery rapid passion and I couldn't stop the moans that came out. Damn, could he kiss well. I tried to reach for his neck but he batted my hands away, slightly growling at me. He bit my bottom lip roughly before pulling away, motioning for me to lift up my arms.

I did as told, and he all but shredded my beautiful band shirt off as he threw it to the side, his tongue immediately attacking the side of my neck. "Do not move." He demanded as he kept my hands planted on my lap. I was taken aback by this animalistic side of Antonio. I couldn't catch my breath as he demolished the sweet spots around my neck, his hands working their way to tear my pants off and do what else with them. When I was naked and free to exposure, he stood up, his eyes lidded as he licked his lips. He chuckled darkly as he pulled some sort of black ring out of his pocket, the light of the room making his body look godly. "What's that?" I panted as he pushed me against the pillows, his eyes watching my every move like a predator would his prey, his hazel orbs daring me to defy him.

Then there was a click around the base of my rising cock. The fuck? I looked down from his evil smirk to see that there was a black ring, a cock ring. "Antonio, what the hell?" There was no heat in my voice as he started to slowly stroke my erection, my stomach tightening up as I arched my back. There was no reason for me to be upset because I knew I liked it. I liked having my limits testing.

His finger scraped along the underside of my cock and I hitched a breath, letting out a low moan as I bucked my hips, wanting more. "I see," Antonio murmured as he stared down at me, his eyes darkened with lust and rage all in one and the pain that he was inflicting on me should've made me want to run away and hide, but it felt great.

Maybe I was secretly masochistic.

"You want to cum, huh, don't you Valentin?" He whispered in his sexy voice, those lips of his turned up into a smirk as he stared down at me, clicking his teeth. I panted heavily as his finger traced down the strip of my neck, down my chest, taunting me as he submerged me into his tantalizing torture. "I don't think so." My body was hot to the touch and every time he placed a tentative finger on my skin, I jolted up. It was so hot and all he did was keep his calculated stare on me as he stroked me up and down. "Please..." I begged, my stomach quivering as I breathed out, feeling pleasure shots shooting up my spine.

"Heh," Antonio chuckled as he sat down next to me, pulling me over so that I was laying across his lap, my naked ass bare to the world. "Let's see," Antonio caressed my butt, biting his lips as I rubbed myself against his leg, wanting more friction, yet needing none. "How should I punish you?" He whispered in a devious tone, his lips quirking up as the mood of the room dipped into an unpromising threat.

Smack.

The noise ricocheted, bouncing off of the walls and I jumped in shock and slight piqued interest as a burning sensation cooled on my left cheek. I turned over my shoulder to see why he decided on that. "So you aren't objecting, huh?" There was a cold smirk on his face as his muscles flexed under his fist, his hand coming down just as hard as it did the first time. I jolted again, wondering why it felt so good. I arched my back off of the bed, silent moans exiting my lips as tears gathered in the corner of my eye from too much stimulation. I could feel how hard he was, long and thick against my stomach and it made me crave for me of him as he slapped my cheeks senseless, each one pushing me further and further to the core.

Smack.

Who was this man? This sadistic and dominating man who seemed to want nothing more than seeing me moaning beneath him?

Smack.

There was drool coming out of my mouth as I oozed pre-cum all over his thigh, my hole quivering, aching to be touched. All he did was chuckle as he spread my burning and sore cheeks apart, gazing down. "You want me to touch you," His finger, wet with spit or even lube, slowly traced my hole in a sensual movement, tormenting me and driving me crazy. "Here?" His finger dipped low into my hole, just enough to breach it and it was all that I need to whimper like a dog in heat. He circled the inner part of the opening. causing me to rub myself harder against him. It was so embarrassing, yet I wanted it all. He thrust his finger in without warning, tracing along my walls as I shivered in his lap. He fingered me so greatly and so well and I was begging for him to just give it to me.

"You belong to me, Valentin, de este punto en tiempo," Antonio snapped in his domineering timbre, his accent coming out in waves as I shivered, nodding frantically (From this point in time). His fingers slipped out of me as he gripped me in his hands. "What's mine is mine and I don't appreciate anyone touching it." He narrowed his eyes as he threw me on the bed, my stomach landing against the silk as he crawled on top of me, the sound of a zipper filling the room. I wondered what he was doing, so I turned around, witnessing him throw his hair back as he stroked himself to life.

The Adonis sat up on his knees and pressed the tip of his thick and hot erection against my entrance, slowly breaching it. I gasped and fell against the bed, his hand pulling down my chin so I couldn't muffle my sounds. He groaned in that enticing Russian and I was ready to burst. He slid in fully to the hilt and I whimpered in trivial pain. My walls clenched down on him and his hand gripped my hips, telling me I couldn't go anywhere or do anything except to take it all.  

"I will not let another person see you like this. I'll be damned." Tony growled as his mouth latched onto the side of my neck as one of his hands squeezed and rubbed one of my nipples in between fingers harshly and I arched my back, panting. I trembled in his grasp as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against mine and I wept when the pain started turning into pleasure. He hit my prostate over and over and I screamed. My body was shaking in immense pleasure as he wracked my hole with shattering thrusts, whispering dark promises into my ear as I clenched at the sheets, wanting release.

"Please!" I sobbed, tears filling my eyes as he brought me to the brink of toe-curling desire. His husky whispers sent me over the edge and I just wanted to cross that line. He muttered something as he suddenly pulled out, the feeling of being filled disappearing as he flipped me over with the quickness. He slammed his way back inside of me and I gripped onto his shoulders, watching as his eyes darkened into a glare, promising evil things. "You are mine." Antonio demanded in a dark voice, his hand around my throat, pushing me down into the bed so I couldn't go anywhere except back and forth onto his cock. My body was his to do whatever he wanted with.

Why was he acting this way? 

The ring around me tightening as my cock engorged with blood. "Please..." I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck as I shut my eyes. He clicked his teeth as he groaned in pleasure, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Cum for me, amorcito." He leaned down and captured my lips, giving me the sweetest kiss as the cock ring was suddenly taken off. All of my senses became jumbled together and I could smell his intoxicating cologne as we kissed, my dick erupting with such force, my vision blurring and covering with black dots as I shouted. He continued hammering on that thick cock inside of me, gasping as my painful orgasm shot through me and onto his stomach, wracking my mind and my body completely.

Then his hot spunk hit my walls, filling me inside as he groaned into my mouth, a sign of his relief and contentment. We panted against each other's lips as we fell to the bed with a sigh. I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what was the change in his mood as he laid next to me, taking in my beauty.

"Were you jealous?" I sputtered incredulously once I put all the clues together. Antonio just laid there, staring at me with a straight face and I grinned mockingly. "Aw, was the little baby jealous?" I caressed his cheek as I cooed in a motherly tone and he glared. "No need to be, bitch. He has a whole ass wife waiting for him at home and he was asking me to be his best man, which is why I gave him my number." I explained thoroughly, watching his face the whole time. "You have nothing to worry about, Antonio," I sighed as I laid down, wrapping my arms around his waist as I prepared to go to sleep. "I'm all yours." I mumbled in reply as I drifted off. 

Four hours later, I woke up, seeing that it was still daylight outside and there was no one next to me. I jumped in fright once I saw someone standing in the doorway of my room, looking as evil as possible. "Dad," I rubbed my eyes as I sat up from my nap, wondering why he was standing there, staring at me. "What are you doing here?" I questioned and he sighed. "I don't know. I came over to talk to the in-laws." I still blushed heavily when he referred to Antonio's adoptive parents as 'in-laws.' The timing wasn't too soon, but it still felt too unreal. "What are you doing still sleep, Miro? Damiana was calling you numerous times and your dumb ass was too knocked out to hear it." Derek rolled his eyes as he left the room, probably questioning why he had sex with my father 22 years ago.

Because I was a bad bitch that deserved to be in this world, that's why.

I stood, grinning to myself as I screeched in relief, stretching and shaking all over. God, that felt so good. I went to go relieve myself before dressing in a pair of shorts with a casual white shirt as I slipped on some white Nikes to match. I sprayed some cologne on before messing with my hair as I moved out of the room. 

Then I felt someone standing in the hallway.

"The fuck?!" What is with everything scaring me today? "Sometimes I see why my son likes you," A click of the tongue and I knew she was judging me. "Other times, I really don't." I turned to scowl at the ever-so-playful voice of Isidora Kozlov, wondering why Antonio decided to fly her out all of a sudden. She threw shade whenever she could and often times, she threw the whole fucking tree.

I wondered if she was secretly racist. That wouldn't make any sense though. Her son is Hispanic.

Who fucking knew at this point?

"Don't look so sad, little rabbit," A large hand encompassed my head as a deep and gruff voice spoke from above me. "She's just kidding. Right, love?" I winced in annoyance as the strawberry blonde-haired woman crinkled up her green eyes in delight as she looked at me, shrugging. "Right." I hated this family, always trash-talking me. "Asshole dad, where's Antonio?" I mumbled, pushing his head off of me. Anton looked at me in confusion before staring off into space. "I'm not too sure. He said he had business to take care of at the hospital," He raised a brow as if I was supposed to know something about it and I really didn't.

"Huh?" I sputtered in confusion, stroking my nonexistent beard as if I was waiting for an epiphany. "We're off today. What's he doing there? That fucking idiot." I shook my head, my mind running through a million possibilities of why Antonio would be at the hospital on his day off.

Literally, no one did that.

"Who knows, little rabbit?" Anton smirked as he dangled the keys around his finger, my father coming out of the shadows. "You know you want to go see." There was this glint in Raymundo's eyes as if he was daring me to go and see what Tony was up to and by mother of fuck, I was going. "Fine!" I snatched the keys from him, making my way out of the door.

Once I started my car up, I flew down the street to where I knew the hospital was. Antonio and I had plans tonight to discuss our future movements with Los Kozlov, and people we needed to have eliminated. Ruben Grant was just the first of many and it was time for us to take out the rest. When I arrived, I parked the car in my usual spot and ran inside, hoping to catch someone familiar at the receptionist desk and sure enough, I did. "Hey, Ara," I breathed heavily as my best friend looked up from the file in her hand to face me, Vincent by her side. "Huh? Why are you here?" She murmured as she stared at me.

I shook my head in reply, catching my breath. "Where's Antonio?" She tilted her head as she and Vincent looked at each other before returning their gaze to me. "He's upstairs on the roof," Arabella pointed up in confusion as she watched me take off like Usain Bolt in the direction of the stairs and there was no doubt in my mind that she and her pack of fools would be following behind as well.

"There you are," It felt like deja-vu, an intense bout as I burst through the door that lead to the roof, seeing Antonio in a red shirt with black dress pants and shoes, pacing the ground as if he was contemplating about something. He clenched something in hand as he rubbed his face like he was trying to gain some courage. He jumped a bit upon my arrival and I heard several footsteps from behind but I refused to acknowledge it. It felt like deja-vu because the very last time I came up here, he had that same look of utter happiness like he was so happy, he couldn't take it. "What are you doing here?" I questioned with the tilt of my head as he stared at me, his cheeks instantly blushing as his hazel eyes widened. So cute how he could turn from a sadistic, kinky motherfucker, into this shy and blushing, stoic individual, so cute.

Antonio, the man who took my breath away every single fucking time I saw him.

"Let's go, your parents are waiting." They were waiting for us to go out to dinner with them and my parents and Antonio was wasting time. "Ramiro, wait!" Antonio called out and I took a step back, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Never call me by my first name ever again," I mumbled as I turned away from him, ready to walk away. "I kinda have to." He replied and I furrowed my brow, looking over my shoulder. "Eh?" I saw him on one knee, a velvet box in hand. I was full on prepared to yell at him for breaking the sacred rule of this relationship but yet, I was taken aback as I narrowed my eyes, wondering what the fucking fuck was going on? Why was he on his knees if he wasn't sucking me off? What? 

But how do you expect me, to live alone with just me?

"Ramiro Valentin Vega," The Adonis began, a smug smirk on his face and I felt like I wanted to cry all over again. Was this what I thought this was? It couldn't be! I just turned twenty-two and he turned twenty-six a while back, but I'm not complaining if this was what he wanted. I blinked stupidly as people around us starting cooing and screeching in glee. "This isn't an engagement ring, but it's sure to come," He began and I gazed down at the gold ring, a diamond heart sat in the middle, encrusted by red gems. It was missing half of the ring as if it was supposed to be connected to by another ring.

"For some reason, I don't know how and I damn sure don't why," Antonio clicked his teeth as if he was chiding himself for making the most terrible decision on Earth. "But it's got to be you. You broke into my fucking house and I still don't know why I love you. You were nothing but rude to me when we first met and I still don't know why I love you. You make some of the dumbest jokes and you have terrible bad breath and I still don't know why I love you." His face then softened into one of fondness as his voice cracked. "You forced your way into my heart and you made your home there for good and for the love of fuck," He looked up at me, a singular tear leaving those pretty eyes. "I still don't know why I love you."

I kept my bottom lip tucked under my lip to prevent me from weeping as the choruses of aww's and how cute's echoed around us. All I saw was Antonio Aarón Esposito, the very man that was the love of my life. The man who was everything to me. 

Cause my world revolves around you.

"When I ask you to marry me later, I'll give you the connecting piece," He furrowed his brows as he proclaimed his words and I couldn't stop the joy that coursed its way up and down and across my body, stinging and burning in my veins and there was no way that I could have avoided the stupid, big grin that morphed my face. "But for now," He reached for my hand and I handed it to him (pun). 

"This is me promising you that I am yours forever and always," Tony took out the beautiful ring and slid it onto my ring finger, it snug and sparkling on my hand. "This is me promising you that you are my one and only, amorcito. This is me promising you that no matter what happens, you can always count on me to be there by your side. This probably seems really cheap and corny, but this is me promising you eternity." He stood up, intertwining our hands together as everyone started to clap, witnessing the sparks and zings of pure ecstasy running through the air as we stared into one's eyes, thanking every possible deity there was for allowing us to meet.

"You are my first love, Tony." I murmured, giggling slightly as I felt on top of the world. "Oh yeah?" He replied in a breathless tone, leaning in closer so that our lips were touching, cheek to cheek as we tightened the grip on our hands, the beautiful ring shining brightly as possible. That light of crystal was the moment that tied it all together forever. The first time I laid eyes on him, that was the most meaningful and world-shattering moment of my life.

"You are mine, that's for sure."

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Yo, so this is the end of Fighting Temptation. The series isn't over though. Last in line of the Mafia series is the sixth and final story as well as a spin-off, Stuck on You. It is a romantically captivating interracial story revolving around Brad Thorpe and the secretive, luscious and familiar head of the German mafia family, Santiago Luzardi. Tell me in the comments how you liked this book.