Epilogue
ZINOVY
My wife is tempting fate right now, and she damn well knows it.
I allowed her to shop for her costume with Hollis and to get ready for the party Anatoly and Irina arranged.
I knew this was a likely result. The party is meant as a wedding shower for the marriage I forged and a birthday celebration for my beloved, who turned twenty-four yesterday.
I think my wife believed the party was meant to send my blood pressure skyrocketing, instead.
Because there she is, standing with Hollis and Alevtina, who has also become a close friend to my Petal.
And while their costumes match, it is only Petal’s scantily clad body that has my heart racing and my cock lengthening in my slacks.
All three women are dressed as flowers, with Petal being the centerpiece.
In green stockings and matching satiny hotpants that shimmer with every step she takes, she’s got blood rushing confusedly all through my body.
My instincts urge me to beat the eyes out of every man in the room, though not one of them would dare allow their gaze to linger too long on the woman they know belongs to me.
Those same instincts also urge me to throw my jacket over the blooming corset that forms the rosebud of her costume, snatch her into my arms, and escape the party.
“When you said the three of you were coming as a bouquet, I would not have allowed this had you informed me how naked a bloom you would be.” The men in the room are all known to me, down to the Ghost Born MC crew who are affiliated with the Pakhan through their president’s marriage to his daughter.
They are respectful men with partners of their own, but even respectful men have eyes.
I fight my instincts so I can give this night to my Petal.
Over the last year, she has given in to every demand I’ve made, with grace and obedience, even when I know damn well I’ve overstepped what is rational.
She not only tolerates my obsession, but she feeds into it.
Which is what I suspect tonight is about.
My little bird loves to test my control.
“If this makes me look like a naked bloom, wait ’til you see how I look later tonight as a naked Petal.” She smirks and throws an exaggerated wink at me.
This year has been an awakening for my beloved.
She has grown and blossomed in so many ways.
Which, yes, I get it, makes the costume even more clever.
The Petal I first became obsessed with, the one scared of her shadow and hiding from that poor excuse of a human, wouldn’t have dreamed she’d be living the life she does now.
She curls into my arms, my chin on the crown of her head while I look around the room and calculate how long until I can get her alone. When the hand idly stroking her back encounters bare skin I realize I’ve only seen the front half of this mindfuck calling itself a costume.
“Petal.”
She tilts her head back to meet my stare, a secretive smile on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing and how I will react.
“Exactly how much of my ass is on display for everyone behind you to observe?” I splay my hand over her backside, relieved to realize her bottom isn’t completely bare.
“Don’t you mean my ass, Sin?” She only calls me by the nickname when she’s deliberately teasing me.
“You are teasing me, malyshka, which is a dangerous thing to do if you intend to spend the evening at this party in your honor.” The room is filled with all the people who have come to adore my wife, and while I am thankful for them, I will disregard every single one of them if she gives me any excuse at all to do so.
“Ten minutes so we can say our hellos to everyone, then you sneak into the bathroom with me? I’ve been away from you all day, Zinovy, and I need you.” Her insatiable little ass just said the magic words.
Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. Then I can bury myself in my Petal. I grit my teeth and nod an agreement. Whatever she wants. Always. But once I get her alone? What she wants is always everything I need.