Epilogue One Ariella
THREE MONTHS LATER
First year of marriage Bucket list.
Get matching tattoos. I look down at the small N on my wrist and smile. A permanent reminder of the broody biker who owns my heart.
Halloween Couples Costume. I’ve already ordered a black leather jumpsuit so we can be Sandy and Danny from Grease. Nero doesn’t know, and he’ll likely be against it, but I have my ways of getting him to do things.
Go Camping. This was not a thoroughly thought-out plan, being that I hate bugs, sleeping on the ground, and nature in general. I lasted one night.
Visit New York for the Macy’s Day parade.
Throw Nero a surprise Birthday Party.
Go to a Dodgers game. That probably won’t happen again, considering Anthony Banda, the current Los Angeles pitcher, has become a global sex icon. Thanks to TikTok, Nero still clenches his jaw anytime he hears Bandido by Ana Bárbara.
Take Christmas pictures.
Build a gingerbread house.
Visit the Philippines.
Plan for a baby.
I stare at number ten. The thought is terrifying. I scratch it out and decide to wait a few more years. Maybe forever.
I enjoy my time alone with Nero. After stepping down from my position at the hotel, I took a job at a nearby studio. Twice a week, I teach a body pump class. I also offer in-person and online training. It’s fulfilling and rewarding to help different women achieve their goals.
At night, I get Nero all to myself.
On Saturday mornings, we go to Home Depot, where I convince him to do DIY projects for the house and buy me another plant. Looking over at the pothos Nero bought me last week, I find it fighting for its life—another sign that it’s time to retire from serial plant killing.
Nero
On my way home. You better be ready, wife.
The thrill shoots through me when I read his words. At the thought of what new heights of pleasure Nero would bring me tonight. I run up the stairs to my walk-in closet and search for the latest lingerie set I bought.
A pink open-cup teddy with a G-string thong catches my attention. I personalized the thong to say “Princess” on the back. Nero’s going to love it. I get dressed and lather myself in oil.
When I hear the garage open, I quickly rush to the center of our bedroom, kneeling in front of the bed.
Placing my hands in my lap, I count my breaths as the excitement courses through me. Heavy footsteps sound on the stairs, and I smile to myself, keeping my head bowed.
When Nero gets to the doorframe, I can feel his heated gaze.
Friday nights were reserved for our dom and sub-play. The rest of the week, we just had sex as we pleased. Which, by the way, was every day. Before work, after work, in the shower, on the kitchen counter. We were both equally obsessed with one another.
Nero circles me, taking in my kneeling position. His hand caresses my cheek, and he lifts my face to him.
“Such a good wife.” He growls, and I nuzzle into his touch.
He removes his vest and takes his time removing his shirt. I delight in the show, his stiff muscles and the tattoos swirling over his defined abs. My mouth parts in anticipation. Nero walks to the drawer and retrieves a bottle of lube. He kneels behind me and kisses my neck.
“I’m taking your ass tonight.” My thighs clench at his words, but I don’t have time to relish in them before he lifts me and moves me so that I’m slightly bent over my knees.
His cold hands run over the custom lettering.
“I love this one on you,” he growls before biting down on the fullness of my ass one time before thrusting a finger coated with the lube into my back hole.
I suck in a breath. My fist clenched in from of me on the carpet. He adds another finger, and I bite down on my lip at the intrusion. He thrusts his two fingers in and out of me. I’m thrown off by the small whimper that escapes me as I begin to find the intrusion more pleasurable than I had prepared for. I want all the pain, and it’s not enough.
“Nero.”
“Yes, Princess?”
“Stick it in me, please.”
“Stick what in you?”
“Your cock. Please, Sir, I want to feel you in me.” I beg.
“This is gonna hurt.” He warns before removing his fingers and replacing them with something much larger. I jolt forward, gripping the carpet in front of me, when I feel the first inch of him push in.
Oh, my gatos.
The pain is more than anything I could imagine. He’s going to rip me apart. There’s no catching my breath when he pushes in again.
“Oh god.” I cry out.
“Fuck.” Nero says breathlessly.
His fingers dig into my hips. He pulls my ass to him, pushing me all the way inside. The pain is insurmountable. He’s officially claimed every part of me, and I love knowing he owns it all. Every single hole has only belonged to him.
“Relax.” He grunts from above me.
It’s then that I realize I’m tensing up. Unable to breathe or move as the different sensations flow through me. Relaxing my body, I suck in a deep gulp of air.
“Good Girl. That’s it.” Nero says, guiding me.
His body covers mine as he grinds his cock inside me.
My knees tremble, and the carpet burns as I rock forward. Pain and pleasure dance together every time our bodies join together, and it feels so good.
Nero grabs my hair and pulls my head back. This time, he thrusts in with a force that robs me again of oxygen. He pulls out to the crown before ramming back in all the way, filling and stretching me. He doesn’t hold back. I don’t want him to.
In these moments, I want to see Nero for who he is. I want to see his depravity and hunger. My body begs to be the only thing that satisfies him.
I look up at the vanity mirror and see how he towers over me. There’s an erotic and passionate look on his face as he thrusts into me. It’s the sight of him with every long and deep thrust that sends me over the edge.
Starting low in my belly, the feeling moves through my ass before exploding in my pussy. My whole body shakes. The strongest orgasm I had ever felt.
My cries unlock the beast from his cage, and Nero begins to pound into me harder and faster. His body rises and falls with every forceful thrust. My orgasm doesn’t end as it bleeds into another one. My body overstimulated and on fire.
“Nero. Ah.”
“Hold on, Maniká!” he grips me tighter and pulls me back into his lap.
The angle stretches me as he thrusts from under me, bouncing my ass off his cock.
His hands move to my nipples, pinching them roughly. Bursts of pleasure continue to explode through every cell in my body. His dick feels harder and longer. We’re both sweaty, and the heat is too much. I feel another orgasm building.
Nero touches me like a God, and I bend to his depravity. Thrust after thrust, he pounds into me.
By the time I feel him cumming inside me, I’ve orgasmed a third time. I’m stuck in a trance, overstimulated and in awe at the same time. I let my body fall back into his chest. Wrapping my arms around his head. His soft lips brush against my neck, and I moan.
“I missed you today, Princess.”
“I missed you too,” I whisper breathlessly.
We stay there momentarily before Nero lifts me and moves us to the bathtub. My body is exhausted. I sink into the hot water, letting it soothe my sore muscles.
Nero climbs in next to me and pulls me onto his lap. Naturally, I rest my head on his shoulder. I love Friday nights.
“How was your meeting with Kapre?” I ask, a yawn escaping me. Nero rubs my head before kissing it.
“It was good. I think there’s a future for Los Peregrinos and The Santanas.”
Kapre was Nero’s half-brother and the leader of the Santanas, a Houston-based Filipino-American street gang.
After Tala’s rejection, I encouraged Nero to contact Kapre. It turned out that Nero had several other siblings, all of whom were eager to meet him.
Kapre wanted to go into business, and while I make it a habit not to know about my husband’s illegal dealings, I am happy for him. Despite everything I’ve gone through, I don’t underestimate the power of family.
Adan has been my top advocate lately. When my parents refused to accept that I had married Nero, he stood by me.
We were all still working through the hurts and the aftermath of what happened the day of my wedding. Preston Cuevas was a bigger piece of shit than any of us had imagined.
Both Rosie and Axel’s wife, Liza, would testify against him in an upcoming trial.
I’m so grateful every day that Nero showed up to take me that day. He stood by me through everything. Nothing compares to his love. I get to wake up every day to someone who makes me feel like the most precious thing to ever exist.