Bonus Epilogue
RIVER
There’s nothing I love more than vengeance.
I’m so glad I was able to be aware of the final justice that was dealt to those bastards. There was a moment, right at the height of the explosion, when it almost seemed like I existed at the same time as Ren. Both of us, observing from a distance as fire burst into the night and a door effectively closed. They got what was coming to them, all of them.
I only wish I could’ve been closer, that I could’ve smelled their flesh burning. I wish I could’ve heard them screaming. I only hope there was one moment, just at the end, where they knew what was about to happen and knew how helpless they were. That there was no chance of stopping it or saving themselves. Not this time. What I wouldn’t give for the chance to witness it.
But then, that would have meant being close enough to burn myself.
And if I had burned, I wouldn’t be here now. Home with my wife. My wife, who thinks I’m Ren now—well, I can understand why. She’s been seeing more of him lately and less of me, but I’m still here. Lurking. Watching and listening from afar, coming out on occasion. He thinks he can keep me locked away, but it’s not that easy.
“Are you sure Rose is okay without us?” Scarlet’s question pulls me back to the present moment, walking into the bedroom of our house on Xander’s compound. She is still wearing her dress, something lacy, fitted enough that it hugs her curves. And she does have plenty of curves. Motherhood works for her—her tits are fuller, her hips a little wider, and her ass? It’s enough to make me salivate as I watch her cross the room, bending to take off her shoes as she goes.
Rose. The baby. Right. She’s sort of the last thing on my mind right now, mainly because I’ve got a raging hard on by the time Scarlet takes the comb out of her hair. It was holding everything in place, and now her locks tumble around her shoulders.
She’s unaware of the way I’m watching, following her every movement. “I guess she’s only up at the house. Only a few hundred yards away.” She must mean up at the main house with Xander.
“She’ll be fine.” I can’t keep away from her anymore. The hunger burning in my gut makes me draw close to her, standing behind her, inhaling her scent. It’s like a drug, forcing me to breathe in again, and again, like I could pull her into my lungs if I tried hard enough. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her wide eyes meet mine in the mirror and a shy smile tips the corners of her mouth. “You’re sure you’re all right?” she whispers, a little bit of uncertainty creating lines across her forehead. “After what just happened? I mean, there we were, ready to celebrate our wedding night, and then?—”
I can’t stand waiting a minute more. Before she can finish her thought, I turn her, pushing her back against the dresser, and covering her mouth with mine, silencing anything else she wanted to say.
A tiny squeal rings out in her throat, but she goes with it, her fingers curling at the back of my head, tugging my hair, sending sizzles of electricity racing to my fingertips and toes. My tongue strokes hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm that leaves me almost burning for more. It’s been too long since I’ve taken a turn with her. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.
“Hold on,” she whispers once I let her up for air so I can devour more of her. All of her. Her skin, so soft, so sweet. The way it erupts in goosebumps under my tongue—there’s never been anything more delicious.
“Do you think this can wait?” Taking her hand, I place it over the straining bulge behind my zipper. “Why don’t you try telling him to hold on?”
Something flashes behind her eyes, something almost as dark and needy as what is coursing through me now. She doesn’t know it’s me. She thinks she’s still with him. But I know what she really needs.
I spin her in place again, and she squeals, giggling when I begin to attack the row of buttons going down her back. “What are you trying to do to me?” she asks with a soft laugh, as if she doesn’t know.
“If you can’t tell by now, I must be doing something wrong.” As I speak, I pop the buttons one at a time, covering every exposed inch of skin with kisses and laps from my tongue. Fuck, I’m starving for her. I can’t help but growl the lower I go, my tongue tracing the ridge of her spine before I spread the back of the dress apart with both hands and peel it away from her. Like unwrapping a gift.
Standing, I pull her flush with me, so my covered cock presses against her ass and the tiny scrap of a thong she’s wearing. Those full tits—they make my mouth water as I take them in my hands, weighing them, teasing her nipples until her head falls back against my shoulder. “So hot,” I whisper in her ear, pulling the lobe between my teeth until she whimpers and reaches behind her to cup my neck. Her nails scrape my skin, making me hiss, making me that much more determined to split her in two with my cock.
“I’m going to make you scream my name tonight,” I whisper in her ear before clamping an arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet.
“How do you plan on doing that?” The little tease. Even now, while she is so completely under my power, she has to tease me.
“Wait and see.” I toss her onto our bed, and she bounces with a soft laugh. But she’s not laughing by the time I pull the necktie over my head, gathering her wrists in my hand and cinching the silk around them.
Her eyes pop open wide, her red locks spread across the pillow, her cheeks flushed as I raise her arms overhead and wrap the end of the tie around the headboard. “Oh,” she whispers, breathless now. “That’s how you plan on doing it.”
Actually, I’m just getting started. First comes lighting the candles on the nightstand and turning out the lamp. Now the room is bathed in flickering light that plays off her exquisite curves. Curves I admire while I get undressed, stripping down to my boxer briefs while she watches. Her chest heaves with every quick breath and her nipples point to the ceiling, taut, drawing me in. When I reach out and brush my thumb over one, she shivers.
“You want to know how I’m gonna make you scream my name?” One of the pillar candles has burned long enough for the wax to begin pooling around the wick. “Like this, for starters.” Her body goes stiff, and her features draw all together in apprehension when I pick up the candle and hold it over her naked body.
“Is it going to hurt?” The apprehension swimming in her eyes is almost touching, but the needs of my cock are much greater.
“That’s the whole point,” I whisper, tipping the candle slightly, chuckling at the way she sucks in a breath. Bracing herself. Slowly, I tip it a little more, drawing out the moment before the first drops spill onto her ivory skin.
Her back arches as she sucks in a sharp, pained breath that quickly turns into something closer to a moan. “Oh, that’s different,” she whispers, settling back against the mattress.
“You like that? When the pain fades and it feels good?” Again, I splash the wax on her, this time hitting her stomach, waking up her body to pleasure deeper than she’s ever known.
Soon that’s not enough. I have to pull the sopping lace thong from her pussy, yanking it down her legs and over her feet before spreading her thighs wide to reveal her juicy, pink folds. Climbing onto the bed between her, I lower my waistband, freeing my cock. Rigid, dripping, I slide my fist up and down its length while letting the wax splash across her stomach, onto her tits, savoring her high-pitched whining as the tension becomes unbearable.
“Oh, yes!” she gasps when my swollen head moves through her folds. Her hips start to move, rolling slowly, seductively. I can smell her arousal, her familiar musk. So sweet. I’m glistening with her juices by the time I spread them over her bald lips with my head, admiring my work in the candlelight.
She jerks her hips, greedy, trying to take me inside her. “You haven’t figured out yet who’s in charge, have you?” I ask.
“I need you…” she moans pitifully. “I need you so bad it hurts.”
Her words light me up inside. It’s like she somehow knows exactly what is going to take what I’m already feeling and intensify it.
Leaning over her prone body, I leave the candle on the table. She’s covered in hardened wax now, and the effect makes me chuckle darkly as I remove my underwear completely. “You look like I came all over you,” I whisper, gazing down at the cloudy wax.
“I want you to come on me. Please make me come,” she begs, planting her feet on the bed, raising her hips like she’s offering her pussy.
I take advantage, lifting them further, lowering my head to feast. Something like a sob bursts out of her, a relieved sound, and before long, her body starts shaking while she floods my mouth with her essence. I slurp it up greedily, shoving my tongue deep up her cunt to pick up every last drop.
“Oh, yes!” she sobs, trembling, her sweet little hole quivering with every beat of her heart. And with every quiver comes another few drops of her nectar.
“Looks like this pussy wants more.” Shaking my head, I sit up on my knees and line up with her. Her deep, guttural moan urges me on, a sound that turns to a broken cry when I shove myself inside her.
Oh, fuck, there’s nothing like this. Letting her pull me deep, hugging every inch of me so tight, still fluttering in the aftermath. “Is this greedy pussy trying to milk me?” I whisper, gripping her hips tight, pulling her against me hard. Almost violently. Like I’m punishing her, which I am. Punishing her for making me want her like this. For being the only woman who could ever undo me the way she does.
“I told you…” I grunt between strokes, gritting my teeth each time our bodies slam together. Soon, the bed squeaks in time with the pumping of my hips. “You are going to scream my name. And we’re not finishing here. Before the night is over,” I explain, slamming into her, making her moan, “you’re going to suck my cock until it’s good and hard, so I can spread those cheeks and fuck your ass. And you’re gonna come for me. You’re gonna come around me, all over me. I want to drown in your juices.”
“Yes!” she shrieks, submitting so beautifully, giving me everything I want. Her face is contorted in pleasure, like some erotic painting. Only she’s real and she’s mine, and I’m deep inside her, touching her where no one else can.
“Give it to me.” I grunt, my balls lifting, my spine tingling. “Give it to me, all of it, scream my name, baby. Scream my name while you cream all over my cock.”
“Ren! Oh, Ren!” Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. Getting tighter, close to the end, the way I am.
“Try again.” I grunt, punishing her with quick, brutal strokes.
Her eyes fly open wide, meeting mine, filled with wonder and surprise. “River?” she whispers.
I can’t speak now. I can only nod, so close to the edge I can taste it, fighting to hold on until she comes around me.
And she does. Almost as soon as she knows who I am, she comes with a high-pitched shriek and squeezes me so tight I’m afraid she’ll break my cock in half. Right now, I wouldn’t mind, in the final moments before the pressure breaks and turns into the fluttering massage of a thousand tiny muscles.
Closing my eyes, I let go, roaring in triumph as I fill her, emptying into her, giving her all of me. Every last drop, until my cum spills out of her and drips down the crack of her ass.
“Oh, god…” she whimpers, finally managing to open her eyes so they can meet mine. A slow smile stretches her lips before she whispers, “Oh, River.”
I do love the way she says my name. “Don’t get too comfortable, now,” I warn as I pull out, admiring the mess I’ve made of her pussy, knowing we’ve only just begun for the night. “I have plans for you, wife.”
As I go to the bathroom for a washcloth, it occurs to me, I don’t mind the sound of that. I don’t mind it at all.
Thank you for reading Hate & Chaos. If you haven’t read about Aspen and Quinton, you can find their story in King of Corium.