Epilogue — Kiera
This past year had been the best so far, and I was forever grateful for how my life turned out in the end. I had a cute little baby boy who recently said his first word: “Dada.” And a husband who literally worshiped the ground I worked on.
What started out as an incident I thought was going to ruin me ended up becoming the best thing that ever happened to me. If I had the power to change the past, I wouldn’t tamper with anything in my life.
The heartbreaks, the pains, and the hatred I once felt were all part of fate’s grand scheme. I needed to feel those emotions and experience those bad things so I’d become the woman I was now.
I’d gone back to work, but this time, I was doing things differently. I wasn’t fighting against the darkness; instead, I’d learned to use it to my advantage.
As the Bratva’s legal backbone, it was my job to fight the legal wars, ensuring our enemies met me in court. My victories had built a reputation that preceded me, one that taught people never to cross the Tarasov Bratva.
This life I chose wasn’t innocent, nor was it easy. But I’d choose it time and time again because I couldn’t imagine a life where Nial and I weren’t a couple.
Fatherhood had changed the man—it brought out a version of him the public would never see. He was still the same ruthless brute people knew him to be, and their fear for him hadn’t dwindled.
However, when around baby Nik and me, he was a completely different person: softer, less controlled, and more loving. His human side was reserved only for his family. We got the man while the rest of the world got the monster.
Things with his father had been getting better since baby Nik arrived. The old man often dropped by whenever he could. He would never call. He’d just show up out of the blue, even though he knew Nial hated it so much.
He got tired of repeating the same thing to his old man, so eventually, Nial was forced to accept his father’s stubbornness. The two had come a long way since last year, and although they’d never admit it, they loved each other.
Their relationship was a complicated one, and personally, I preferred to stay out of their business. My only consolation was the fact that I was certain my Nial would make a much better father than his old man.
The signs were already made clear—plus, he was intentional about putting in the work. That was one of the many reasons why my love for this man was new every morning.
After nailing yet another case in the courtroom today, I stepped out of the building, proud and confident. My heels clicked against the concrete as I climbed down the steps at the entrance.
My husband was waiting for me across the street, leaning against the car with baby Nik in his arms. The boy was a spitting image of his father, but he had my golden-brown hair and sharp green eyes.
His tiny fist clenched around his father’s coat as though he already recognized where safety lived. The second he spotted me walking over to them, he began giggling, those adorable eyes crinkling at the corners.
I quickened my pace, my heart racing in excitement. “Hey, buddy, miss me?”
He leaned toward me, and Nial handed him over, a small grin tugging at his lips.
“Come here, boy!” I wrapped my arm around him, laughing as he giggled with shuddering shoulders.
“Hey, beautiful,” Nial greeted me, pulling me close.
“Hi, handsome.”
“Ready to go home?”
“With you?” My smile widened. “Always.”
He reached down and kissed my lips, his arm going around my waist.
***
Later that night, after putting baby Nik to sleep in his nursery, I stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. My fingers clenched around the cold steel railing as I sipped from my glass, eyes fixed across the horizon.
The cool breeze brushed against my face, mingling with the sense of calm that washed over me. The hem of my see-through nightgown grazed my thighs, the light fabric swirling in the wind.
Above, the full moon was hanging somewhere in the clear night sky, its ethereal glow silvering everything it touched. The city sprawled beneath me, alive and pulsing.
I drained the remaining red wine in my glass down my throat and let out a soft sigh.
“What’re you doing out here on your own?” My husband’s voice came from behind, his possessive arms claiming my waist.
I leaned back into his bare chest, a smile playing on my lips. The scent of his cologne filled the air around me, mixed with that of shampoo and conditioner.
His body was still a bit wet, hinting that he’d just stepped out of the shower.
“You smell nice,” I whispered, a familiar spark catching within me.
His hands found my breasts, and he began squeezing—fondling. He kissed the nape of my neck from behind, his erection brushing against my ass.
“Hmmm.” I breathed softly. “Someone’s horny tonight. Are you trying to turn me on?”
“No, I’m not,” he answered. “If I were, I’d do this.” He pinched my nipples deliciously, his touch drawing a moan from my mouth. “And this….”
I arched my back when his hands slowly crept up my tunnel, his fingers teasing me. It wasn’t until I reached for his cock that I realized he was already naked.
“Ooohhh,” I moaned, stroking his length.
His hands settled on my underpants, and he slid a finger through the side. I bit my lower lip, my body writhing against him, slow and smooth. His middle finger slid inside me, then his index followed, stretching me out.
“Hmmmmm. Yesss.”
Lost in the sea of ecstasy, I accidentally dropped the glass, and it shattered across the floor. However, neither of us reacted to it; we just kept touching each other under the moonlight as though nothing had happened.
He lifted the hem of my dress, yanked off my panties, and went on his knees. I placed one leg on the railing, gripping it tightly, my anticipation mounting by the second.
His tongue licked my asshole, and I flinched when he spanked my ass. With his thumb, he caressed my wet pussy while eating my salad. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as a sweet sensation sprinted through my body.
My hanging leg trembled on the railing, my grip tightening around the steel. “No, fuck, that feels so good.”
He pushed his thumb into my cunt, his tongue still glued to my exit hole. I wasn’t sure what exactly he was doing. But whatever it was, it sure was intense enough to leave me gasping for air.
As the minutes ticked by, he began eating more ferociously while fingering my pussy at the same time.
“Uuuhh—ahhh…” I moaned, my palm flying to cover my mouth. “Fuck me, please—fuck that ass.”
He spanked my butt, refusing to take his mouth off. I combed my fingers through my hair, barely able to contain the fire burning within me.
“Please,” I pleaded, legs trembling. “I can’t take it anymore. Just fuck me already!” The last statement was more like a command.
He rose to his feet, his long, veiny cock tapping against my butt cheek. My heart swelled with an insatiable hunger as I anticipated his thrust.
This wasn’t our first anal play. It wasn’t the second or third or either. Anal sex wasn’t something we had all the time, but whenever we did it, it was always mind-blowing.
His saliva on my exit hole served as a makeshift lube that eased the penetration. His thrust was slow and gentle, my tight ass stretching out as he drove in.
It was a sweet pain at first, but as soon as he was all in, all I felt was pleasure.
“Grab my hair.”
He did, his waist grinding against mine as he pulled back my hair. Nial spanked my ass, his pace gradually quickening.
I slid down my spaghetti straps, leaving my bouncing breasts out in the open. The faster he drove into me, the more my legs trembled.
“Pound me harder, Daddy!” I whimpered. “Harder—fuck me like an animal.”
He slammed into me with vigorous strokes that tightened my grip on the cold steel. His groin slapped against my ass as he pulled on my hair.
“Oh-my-fucking-God!” I cried out, my nipples gazing against the railing. “Don’t stop! Don’t you fuckin’ stop.” My face contorted in pleasure.
He hit me so hard that my ass began to water. “Fuck, yeah,” he growled, each thrust harder than the last.
“Yeah…just like that.” I glanced back at him. “Fuck that ass, Daddy.”
His groan deepened, and I thought he was about to climax.
“No, no, no, no!” The words burst out in a rush. “Don’t come yet—please don’t come yet.”
“Who says I’m coming?” He drove deeper and deeper.
I giggled for a moment, pleased to hear that, and then my face twisted in pleasure again. “Go harder, Daddy. I promise I can take it,” I moaned.
“Oh, yeah?” He spanked my ass again.
“Yeah!” I responded, my voice rising higher than normal. “Fuck me like I’m your sex slut.”
“Beg me,” he growled, exercising his dominance.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I’m your fuckin’ whore.”
“Mine?” Another spank.
“Ahh…uhhh,” I cried out. “Yours.”
“For how long?”
“Forever, Daddy!” I answered, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Forever!”
“Holy shit, I’m coming!” he announced, his growl much deeper this time around.
“Yes, yes, yes—come in my ass—do it, do it now!” I blurted out, desperate to feel his warmth inside me.
He thrusted deeper and then exploded, groaning like a wounded lion. “Mmmmmm.”
“Give it to me, I want it all—I want every last drop of you.” My eyes widened as I gripped the railing more tightly.
He emptied himself in my butthole, his arms wrapped around my waist like an anchor.
“Oh, fuccckkk, that’s so good.” I breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
He pulled out, and that’s when my knees gave out, and I slid down to the floor. My legs were shaking, my pulse was racing, and all I could do was stare at him in awe.
My chest was rising and falling with ragged breaths as I looked up at the slack cock hanging above my head. I combed my fingers through my hair and curled my lips into a mischievous grin.
“I needed this…. Thank you for fucking me.”
“No, thank you for letting me fuck you,” he said, struggling with his heavy breaths.
I reached for his cock and began stroking it slowly. “The wonders this does to me need to be studied.”
His smirk deepened.
I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it while looking up at his face.
“I like it when you have my dick in your mouth,” he said. “It’s so hot.”
My head dipped further into his groin, his cock deep in my throat. I pulled out after choking a few times, then swallowed hard and looked at him again.
“Pleasing you is my only purpose.”
He reached down and helped me back up, his thumb wiping the drool over my mouth. He threw his arm around me, pulling me closer to himself. His fingers caressed my hair, and his eyes bore into mine.
“I don’t know how you do it, but you bring out the craziest part of me,” he confessed. “And for that, I consider myself the luckiest man alive.”
My hands went around his neck. “I’m the lucky one, actually.”
A small grin played on his face. “I love you, Kiera Tarasov.”
“And I love you.”
His lips met mine in a fervent kiss beneath the cold, distant stars.
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THE END