Epilogue 2
Leeva
It’s been almost two months since I nearly died. I’m still tender and tire easily, but I’m healing well. Mostly because I don’t have the worry about what will happen to Hayes, and also because I have that obsessed man doting on me and anticipating what I need before I even tell him.
I’m in our bedroom in the house Luthor purchased for me to make my home if I had decided to stay in San Francisco. A lesser man might hate this house. Although I wouldn’t say Hayes loves the fact that Luthor took care of this for me, he can see how much the beautiful, cozy home means to me.
Plus, with the perfect view of the Golden Gate Bridge from our backyard, we can have picnics with the bridge in view, letting me relive my cherished memories of doing so with my parents. Or we sit and gaze at it in the moonlight, cuddled together, and plan for our future.
The door opens to our bedroom, and my breath snags in my chest.
Hayes is so incredibly gorgeous, it makes my heart and core clench. Dressed in his MC attire, he’s got a dark edge. But dressed in a perfectly fitted suit…the man is lethal.
His eyes rake over me, taking in me and my scandalous dress. “You look like pure sin, siren.” His gaze lifts to mine, and he frowns. Walking to me, he brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “What’s wrong? You don’t like the dress?”
It’s similar to the black silk one I wore the first night at Hedon, except that one covered my full chest. This dress ties around my neck, like the other one, but it has an open section that exposes the top of my chest and shows my scar.
The healing scar from where Guerilla plunged a knife into me after I shot him.
Understanding settles over Hayes’ face. “You’re gorgeous, whatever scars line your body.”
“I know it’s vain.”
Slade has multiple scars on her from the hell she survived and is brave enough to expose some of hers now.
“It’s not vain, little dove.” A dark look passes through his eyes. “It’s a reminder that my bastard brother tried to take you from me.”
Something Guerilla had paid for.
I don’t know any details, but Hayes kept his promise that his death would be quick, so there wasn’t any chance he could escape and torment us further. Even though it was quick, I know it wasn’t merciful.
His look softens, and he drags his knuckles over the scar. “Tats said once this is finished healing, he’ll cover it with a tattoo of whatever you want.”
“Your brand.” The words are out before I even process them. But once they are, I know this is what I want, and it’s perfect.
Hayes’ eyes shine, and he inhales deeply. “I love that idea.” He steps closer, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me flush against him. “You want to be my old lady?”
I smile up at him. “Well, we are going to be married in a few days.”
“My wife and old lady. Everything I ever wanted.” He drags his tongue over his bottom lip, his look turning wolfish and a tad sinister.
“Let’s go, siren. I want to finally introduce you to the Sybian Saddle.
” He lowers his mouth over my thundering pulse.
“And I can continue your introduction to filthy…”—he licks at my skin—“sex and exploring your most deviant…”—another lick, followed by a suck—“desires.”
Ever since I’ve healed enough for sex, Hayes has been a gentle lover, which I love him deeply for. But I pleaded with him to take me to Hedon tonight so we could continue exploring this side of myself together.
I don’t have to worry about the red-headed bombshell, Anais, being there. She had played a role in conspiring with Guerilla, and while I didn’t ask for those details, either, I know she’s no longer a problem.
I also have a surprise for Hayes tonight, but I don’t even hint at it as he gives me one last filthy kiss, then takes my hand and leads me to go explore and experience our most hedonistic desires.
I’m a puddle of need. Hayes has kept us in the main room of Hedon for what feels like an eternity. My thighs are slick with my wetness, but he hasn’t touched or played with me.
Even though we’re both wearing masks, and his tattoos are covered, so no one knows who either of us is, he refuses to touch me.
Well, that’s not entirely true. He is touching me—holding my back against his front while I sit on his lap—as we watch the people around us finding their pleasure in the most uninhibited, hedonistic ways.
But he's edging the hell out of me. I'm so turned on while we indulge in the voyeurism kink I love, but he refuses to touch or play with me out here in front of people. Whenever I grind my ass against the obscene bulge in his pants, he roughly commands me to stop.
Honestly, I don't want him to play with me in front of others, but dammit, I'm losing my mind with lust and need. And I need to do something to make his control snap so he'll take me out of the main room and somewhere private.
And I know exactly what will do it.
I smirk underneath my mask. Then I rise off his lap and sink to my knees, staring up at him, and reach for his belt.
Rage flares in his eyes, and I imagine his nostrils flaring underneath the devil’s mask he wears. Then I’m yanked up to my feet so fucking fast, my head spins.
Like I said, I don’t have an exhibitionist kink, so I don’t truly want to play or fuck in front of an audience. However, Hayes is ruthlessly opposed to anyone seeing me in any way, and I knew that this would make him snap.
A grin tilts my lips as he spins me around so my back is to him. But it falters when I feel something wrap around my wrists. I try to look at him over my shoulder while I test my wrists, but they’re tied together tightly.
“Hayes.”
He doesn’t answer me; only carefully lifts me over his shoulder, still gentle with my tender body, and strides toward the door.
My pussy clenches and drips in anticipation. “Fucking finally,” I want to yell, but wisely stay quiet, because that would likely make him edge me longer.
Instead, I enjoy the view of his magnificent ass, and the feel of his corded, taut body under mine, imagining all the things he’s going to do to me.
There’s the sound of an electronic keypad, then Hayes walks into a room. It’s dim, and the music is low and sensual, and I recognize it as his private room.
So much has passed since the first night I was in here. So much has been revealed, and I’ve discovered more about myself than just my hedonistic desires since that night.
“I love you, Hayes.”
He gently sets me on my feet. He pulls his mask off, then mine. “I still have no words to truly describe the love I feel for you. You’re my Roman Empire. My reason for every breath. My reason for living.”
Then he ravages my mouth.
Knowing I’m the first and only one he’s kissed, regardless of his vast experience in this kinky world, makes me all the more ravenous.
With my hands tied behind my back, I press my body flush against his, trying to get as close as possible.
His hands are all over me. Delving into my unbound hair, running over my bare back, squeezing and kneading my ass.
“Please, Hayes,” I whimper, not caring that I’m begging. If he wants me to, I’ll crawl to him.
He doesn’t answer me, only leads me over to the sex bench. Our main goal tonight is for me to ride the Sybian Saddle while I choke on his cock and he wrenches multiple orgasms out of me, but if we don’t get to the main event yet, I’m okay with it. As long as he touches me the way I need him to.
Staring deep into my eyes, he undoes the tie of my dress from behind my neck. My breasts are pushed out because of my arms being restrained behind me, and the silk slips down my body to pool at our feet. His nostrils flare as he takes me in.
The animalistic lust that covers his face as he looks at my naked body is intoxicating.
Before I can say or do anything, though, he spins me around and bends me over the sex bench.
I moan in desperation and eagerness for his cock to fill me. “No condom.”
He goes entirely still behind me.
“Hayes.” I look over my shoulder at him. “Don’t put on a condom.”
He’s fully dressed, his cock still hidden away underneath his clothes, and he just stares at me.
“I’m not lust-drunk.” I bite my lip. “We should’ve talked about this earlier, but I wanted to surprise you.”
“Are you sure?” he rasps, his throat moving as he swallows.
“Positive. But please.” I squirm, telling him that I need him.
A dark smirk tilts his lips. “Turn back around and lie still like my perfect good girl that you are.”
My core squeezes, and I bite back a moan. The part of me that craves to submit and turn my pleasure over to him squeals in delight.
I obey and melt into the soft leather of the bench, using my imagination to fill in the blanks as I hear him get whatever he needs for whatever he’s planning.
I’d be happy just for him to fuck me from behind and come all over my back and ass for this first round, but I lie still and remain quiet with bated breath.
“Such a perfect girl,” he praises, trailing kisses down my spine. “Bent over for me, with your hands tied behind your back, waiting, allowing me to do what I please.” His teeth graze my skin as he moves back up my spine, then he bites my neck. “Remember your safe word.”
My mouth opens to question that last growled statement, but then I squeak in shock at the cold, wet hardness pressing against my ass.
“This is going to start preparing you to take my cock in your ass.” His voice is low and rough. “Fuck. Watching that anal plug go into you is fucking heaven.”
“Hayes,” I gasp at the sensation. He’s played with me like this before, but only ever with a single finger, and this feels bigger.
“That’s it, siren,” he croons. “Relax and let me push this in. Then you’re going to ride the saddle. Good girl.” He sounds in pain. “That’s it.”
With a half-gasp, half-moan, I feel the plug slip fully into me. His heavy body falls over mine, pinning me to the bench, and his hands come around to my front. Finally touching me where I’m aching and throbbing.