Epilogue
Katy
At the end of the night, after we’d made love several times, Barun had proposed.
Ordered, rather, and I accepted. I grinned, recalling his growl and how he’d put the ring on without asking me.
A feeble, halfhearted protest from my side about wanting to be asked had resulted in spanking and several orgasms.
I blushed when I’d discovered how unhinged Barun was.
His outer, stiff demeanor was just that.
An external shield. As the days had progressed, I’d been shocked at how possessive and over-the-top he’d get.
He disliked anyone taking away my attention from him for too long and didn’t bother to hide his displeasure.
His lovemaking would be frantic and possessive, as though he wanted to imprint himself on me.
Within two or three months of living with him, I understood it was his way of showing he was all in.
From having no one but his brother to gaining an entire family wasn’t an easy transition.
It had taken him some time to accept I wasn’t going anywhere, and he was a part of the Falcone family.
There were days when he’d still get that possessive look on his face, telling me he needed more love and more time.
My brothers were surprisingly fine with my choice, although Rhett tended to give Barun a stinking stare now and then. Especially when he’d spotted a hickey on my neck. We were lucky we got the place next to Gio’s that had been vacant for the last three years.
For security reasons, my brothers did not allow occupancy of that house.
Which proved to be useful for Barun and me.
We’d moved in after renting the place from the owner, a businessman who was living in California.
Last week, Barun had expressed his interest in buying the place from the owner, but we didn’t hear from him.
Barun’s business was thriving, although it had been a hassle to manage the business from two places.
Seeing how Honey Valley gave the obscurity that his business needed, he was considering moving his office to this city.
For now, he had a dedicated room in the house that had become his makeshift office.
That’s precisely where I found him, attending a conference call.
I had gone out after lunch with Izzy, and it was already five.
Opening the door to his office room, I poked my head inside to see Barun frowning.
He was on speaker mode, and I heard the sultry voice of a woman, who sounded flirty.
When she made a suggestive statement under the pretext of hiring security for herself, I saw red. The sheer audacity!
Closing the door shut with my foot, I strutted forward. Barun raised his eyebrows, intrigued. Without a word, I dropped my bag on the floor. I unzipped my white chiffon dress and let it pool around my feet. I smiled when my husband bolted upright in the chair. He swallowed, eyeing me expectantly.
Stepping out of the dress, I was glad I had worn heels. Lacy lingerie and sneakers weren’t ideal for seducing my man from the clutches of a bitch. Running my freshly manicured hand from my neck to my cleavage, I threw my head back a little.
I bit my lip to stop the smile when he floundered over some random question the heiress bitch threw at him.
Unclasping my bra, I let it fall to the floor slowly, before cupping my breasts.
He croaked a “yes” not knowing what he was answering.
His eyes never left me, taking in every inch of my curvy, plus-size body.
Teasing the panty with my fingers, I let it be for now, instead walking up to his desk. Before he could pull me, I dropped to my knees, directly reaching for the zipper in his slacks.
“Savannah, something’s come up. My team will get in touch with you. Sorry!” he spluttered, his voice hoarse. Before he disconnected the call, I took him in my mouth, enjoying the taste of my man.
“Oh, fuck! Baby, you’re killing me.” He held the back of my head, arching into my mouth, hissing and groaning as I worked over his length. By now, I knew his weaknesses, and sucking him was one of his biggest turn on. Heiress bitch better not try anything.
With a plop, I released him and looked him in the eye. “So, who is this woman who was trying to flirt with my husband?”
“No one important. Before you ask, I won’t be working with her, and no, I didn’t know she was a shameless flirt.”
Satisfied, I hummed before bending down to suck him. My hands held his base as I worked up and down until Barun was a swearing, sweating mess. When my hands reached further down to fondle him, he came without warning, flooding my mouth with his seed.
Like the loving and dutiful wife that I was, I swallowed happily, my eyes shining with pride at his satiated expression.
“Come here, you witch,” Barun murmured, lifting me onto his lap. “I love you when you’re sweet, but I love you more when you’re a jealous witch.” He declared with a grin.
“As long as you remember you belong to me and me alone, all will be fine.” I patted his chest.
Barun laughed before placing me on his desk. “Time to return the favor, baby. Especially when I had the best show and the best blow of my life.”
Giggling, I thanked God we had found each other. The road to our happily ever after may have had a rocky start, but nothing could draw us apart. True love meant peace, and that’s what I had with my husband. My forever!