Epilogue
SLADE
FIVE YEARS LATER
“Oh, Slade! Slade! Oh my god!” Isabella yells from above me.
My cock grows as I lick and suck her pussy.
She tastes so fucking tempting, better than ever before.
My hold on her thighs is tight while I keep her from moving although she is trying to grind against my face, my nose nudging her clit every single time.
Her hands are in my hair, pulling and gripping me to try and shove more of my tongue deep inside her pussy.
I keep my eyes on her as she throws her head back and arches her back. Her stomach is swelling with our second child.
Isabella thrusts into my face as she gets closer to her release, craving it. I move my hand from her thigh to her pussy and thrust a long finger inside her.
She starts screaming and I’m pretty sure Ryland will think his mom is getting fucking murdered.
I pump my finger into her hard while flicking my tongue against her clit and it’s not long before she cums on my face.
Her cunt’s need is dripping down my chin and my cock is fucking aching for a release.
Her moans echo off the walls as I suck her through it, tongue relentless, drawing out every pulse of her release. Her hands let go of my hair and instead just softly play with the strands.
“Slade, oh my god,” she whimpers, shaking.
When she opens her eyes I keep mine pinned on her as I take a long lick of her entire pussy. She shivers in my hold and I already know she’s ready for my dick.
“Get down. I need to be inside of you,” I demand, moving her so that she is sitting on my lap facing me.
Soon we won’t be able to do this position since her stomach is slowly getting bigger everyday.
My dick is between her legs and she moans again when my tip thrusts against her entrance.
But of course, of fucking course, like clockwork, our son Ryland bangs on our bedroom door.
“Mommy! Mommy! I’m hungry!” he yells.
I shove my dick inside her and cover her mouth as she moans. “Too bad, Mommy’s busy taking care of Daddy,” I whisper in her ear.
She mumbles against my hand and moves her head away. “You do this to him all the time,” she says out of breath.
“He needs to learn how to make his own food.” I groan, thrusting into her a little.
She shakes her head and laughs.
“He’s only three.” Isabella leans forward and hovers her lips over mine.
“You can do whatever you want to me when we put him down.” Her lips press to mine before getting off of me, my dick sliding out of her pussy.
“I’m coming, baby,” she yells as he tries to open the locked door.
She puts on some flimsy black pants and a white tank top that shows the dark spots of her nipples.
She’s a fucking tease.
Isabella looks at my hard as fuck dick that’s still standing. She smiles before unlocking the door and leaving with Ryland.
Oh she’s for sure going to get it tonight.
I roll out of bed after contemplating whether I should just stroke my dick like a fucking teenager. Instead I take a shower and change into a pair of black jeans and a plain black shirt.
When I get downstairs, Isabella is cooking while Ryland is sitting at the kitchen island, eating.
I walk over to Ryland and mess up his black hair. “How’d you sleep, malysh?”
“Good, I dreamed of me driving a race car,” he smiles up at me.
He is a carbon copy of me, as Isabella likes to say.
Same hair, eyes, and facial features as me.
Even the kid has the same obsession as me, his mother.
We’re both fighting over her and the little shit is always cheating.
He’s always crying for her and showing her his cool drawings. He always wants her to read a bedtime story or sometimes he’ll distract me away from her and ask me to give him a bath.
He knows what he’s fucking doing because sometimes he’ll give me a sneaky smile before stealing her.
But I love him.
He’s cool.
“I have a doctor's appointment today. Did you want to come?” Isabella asks me while she puts eggs on two plates that already have bacon and potatoes on them.
I nod. “Yes, I’m coming to every single one.”
Isabella first ended up pregnant in New York a year after we reconnected.
After a lot of convincing, I brought her to Russia with me.
I told her that my sister would be around to help as well as my mom. My work is here, I’ll be able to provide for her and the baby with everything, and she won’t have to work and if she wants to, she can write whenever she is free.
She didn’t have to work in the office.
Yea, Becky and her grandma are in the U.S. but it’s not like Isabella can’t ever visit them. We visit them a few times out of the year or I have a plane come and pick Becky up.
Isabella’s grandma can’t really travel much since she is getting old.
Isabella is happy over here though and I renovated the house that I built when I was eighteen to make it more child and family friendly.
Things between Isabella and I have been good.
I take every single moment with her that I can get.
“Can I come too, mommy? I wanna see my sister.”
“Of course, baby. We’ll spend today together as a family.
” She grabs the two plates and places one in front of me and the other in her spot, which is next to me.
I don’t let Ryland sit next to her because he gets her most of the day with her while I’m working.
He can deal with not sitting beside her for meals.
“We’ll go to my appointment first, get lunch, go to the library or the park, and then have dinner with babushka? ”
“Yes! I want to see babushka!” Ryland cheers before stuffing pancakes in his mouth.
Isabella smiles before she starts eating her food.
I place my hand on her thigh. “How are you feeling, avtor?”
Her morning sickness has gone away but now she is starting to have mood swings and is feeling tired.
When she had Ryland her hormones were out of control but what I love about her being pregnant is how horny she gets.
I swear I could be touching her thigh innocently and she’d want to take my clothes off.
“I’m feeling good,” she assures me. “It’ll be nice to spend time with you and Ry today.”
Usually I’m working with Ryker or trying to help Landon stay out of prison.
He is on house arrest due to him killing members of the FBI. It’s an ongoing investigation but at least he is out on bail.
But that’s a story for another time.
Even though I’m pretty sure I did my task first for my dad’s dying wish, we still haven’t heard anything about who’s going to be Pakhan.
But at the end of the day if I don’t get it, I don't care.
I have everything I need right here.
Sounds cheesy but it’s true.
All I wanted was Isabella to be mine and she is.
We have one kid, another on the way, and many more to come. She’s living with me and she’s happy and healthy.
“YA tebya lyublyu, avtor,” I say before kissing her cheek.
“I love you.” She blushes before looking at Ryland and me and smiling widely.
Our messy love turned out to have a happy ending.
I couldn’t be more content and at peace.
I finally found the person who makes me feel complete.
She makes the darkness in me fade away and shines light through the cracked parts of my heart.
Who knew the girl with her nose stuck in a book would fall in love with the devil of the dark?