Epilogue
ROME
Six Months Later
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” I nuzzle her temple, and her pussy squeezes me so fucking hard I almost come right here and now. “Don’t you dare come, firefly.”
“Rome,” she chokes, lifting her hips.
“You like being watched?” We’re in a voyeur privacy room, and it’s my girl’s twenty-fourth birthday.
This is what she asked for.
Of course, there are modifications.
The people watching through the window can only see what I want them to see. But they can see her face, and the way her gorgeous green eyes shine up at me, her mouth in an O, her cheeks flushed.
“Please,” she says.
“What do you need, wife?”
She swallows hard, the way she always does when I call her that. It’s been six months, and I’ll never tire of calling her my wife.
I made good on my promise and made Eloise my wife a week after we disposed of her father. She was in too much pain the day after.
“Fuck, I need to come.”
“You will. But not yet.” I turn her leg out and push it up a bit, gaining more access to her perfect pussy, and lean in harder, making her gasp. “You’re fucking soaking this mattress, baby. Do you like knowing that those people out there are watching and listening to me fuck you right now?”
“Oh God.”
“Answer me.”
I would never have done this before her. No chance.
And I don’t love it now.
But it seems there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for her.
“Yes.” She bites her lip and drags her hand over my side. “Yes, I like it. I need to come.”
“Okay, baby.” I start to fuck her, hard and fast, and then I lean down to bite her neck hard enough to leave marks. “Come for me. Let them hear you. Let them hear how much you love my fucking cock.”
She starts to come apart, screaming beautifully, sending me over the precipice with her.
I pull out and come all over her, marking her in front of all of those assholes.
Mine.
Fucking mine.
And when she’s done, I whisper, “Roll over and give the window your back, wife.”
She does as she’s told, and I walk to the window to pull the shade.
“Show’s over,” I growl before shutting them out.
“Thank you,” she says when I climb over the mattress to pull her against me. “I know it’s not your thing.”
“I never said red,” I remind her and kiss her long and slow. “But I’ll only ever do this if you request it for your birthday. Because you’re mine, and I don’t share.”
“You know, I don’t love that another woman probably just saw you naked,” she says, as if it has just occurred to her. “Yeah, no. This will be a one-time deal. But it’s fun to try new things.”
I smirk and hug her close.
Suddenly, she pulls away, her eyes round, and she makes a run for the attached bathroom, retching into the toilet.
I hold her hair back and rub her back in soothing circles.
I wondered when this would start.
“Shit, I hope I don’t have the flu.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that, and she turns to me with a scowl.
“Why would that be funny?”
“You don’t have the flu.” I help her get cleaned up, then take her back to bed.
Since the incident months ago with her period and finding the blood in our bed, I’ve kept track of her cycle. I don’t ever need to be caught unaware like that again.
She’s two weeks late.
“Ugh, I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Firefly, you don’t have a virus. You’re pregnant.”
She stills, then she sits up, staring down at me in shock as I brace my head on my hand and grin up at her.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“How do you know?”
“I keep track of your periods.”
“Wow, that’s not unhinged or anything.”
“We established that I’m unhinged a long time ago.” I jerk her to me and kiss her fiercely. “You’ve had symptoms. When were you going to suspect it?”
She sighs. “I don’t know. I thought maybe I was broken since I wasn’t getting pregnant before.”
“You’re not broken, my love.”
“Holy shit. I need to take tests.”
“I have some waiting upstairs.”
She blinks at me. “You think of everything. It’s a little … unnerving.”
Eloise lays her head on my chest and wraps herself around me, the way she’s done from the beginning as if she’s afraid I might get away.
I’m never going anywhere.
And I fucking love it when she drags her hands over my abs. I love her hands on me. I can’t get enough of it.
“Hopefully, I’m not a shitty mom.”
I frown down at her. “No chance of that happening.”
“Do we want to keep living here, or do we want to buy a house?”
I roll over her and cup her face, staring down at her.
“What do you want, wife?”
She sighs and lifts up to kiss me. “Maybe a house with a yard. I don’t know if I want to raise children over a sex club. But we should keep the penthouse, of course.”
“Done. We’ll start house hunting tomorrow.”
She can have whatever she wants.
“Any other requests?”
She grins.
She rarely asks for anything. In fact, just like that fateful day when she went shopping with Scarlett, I’ve had to convince her to spend our money. It’s one of the reasons I love her so much.
That and the way she looks at me, as if I’m her whole fucking world.
“I have everything I ever wanted, Rome.”
Fuck yes.
My heart squeezes, and I kiss her hard. “And you always will, firefly.”