Epilogue
T hree weeks of therapy, two days of planning and one new tattoo later, I was finally feeling like myself again. Standing in front of the mirror, my eyes glazed over the healed ink adorning my abdomen. The snake heads of the medusa slithered across my chest and over my ribs in a twisting pattern. She was beautiful.
The mirror was a gorgeous antique piece that matched the rest of the new house. Since the penthouse had gotten completely destroyed during the attack, Jax had decided to relocate to a new district, populated by quaint and charming historical buildings. It was a cozy place just for the two of us. However, I was happy to see Louisa as part of the rotating staff since the house was smaller and didn’t need to be staffed around the clock.
One of my favorite things about the house was the fenced in backyard. For now it was still under a heavy blanket of snow, but come spring I imagined myself spending a lot of time on the vine shrouded terrasse and planting the garden.
I felt like Jax and I were making up for lost time. We had resumed our date nights. For every night out on the town, wining, dinging and dancing, we balanced it with a night in, cuddling and watching movies. I had missed the domestic life with him.
He was still working hard recuperating all of the assets he had lost during our hardship. He had mended some of the broken relations and established new business deals, replacing the ones that Logan had sabotaged. According to Jax, Logan was responsible for everything that happened in the past year.
Getting dressed, I made sure to put on extra layers of fur to shield me from the cold. Jax was already waiting for me at the door when I skipped the last steps to meet him. He looked good enough to eat, dressed in all black and his hair pulled back with gel. He stole a kiss from my lips and escorted me to the car, before I got the chance to take it any further.
He had been a perfect gentleman during my recovery, giving me a lot of attention and raining me with affection. But he never took our makeout sessions below the waist. I appreciated his thoughtfulness during my recovery, but more than anything I wanted him to replace that memory with our own. In other words, I was getting really horny.
As he pulled the car out of the driveway, I made myself comfortable in the seat, angled my body towards him and slipped out of my boots. He was so focused on the road he didn’t notice me lifting my legs over the gearshift till my feet were already in his lap. Giving me a soft glance, he placed a hand on my shin and rubbed it gently with his thumb. The warmth of his hand burned through my stockings.
“What are you doing, Katy?”
“Enjoying the ride, of course.” I cooed.
Running my feet along the inside of his thigh, a low growl resonated in his throat. My toes curled over the bulge I knew would be growing in seconds. Teasing the length of his cock through his pants had him gripping the steering wheel harder and clenching his jaw.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I like danger, remember.” I said, honey on my tongue and batting my eyelashes.
It took little to no effort to seduce my husband, but I enjoyed the chase nonetheless. Curling my toes around the tip of his cock earned me another growl. The grip he had on my leg tightened as a warning.
“Katy.” The look in his eyes was both deadly and pained, filled with longing and lust.
“Eyes on the road.”
“If you continue this-”
“You what? Gonna cum in your pants?” His breathing got heavier and I felt his cock twitch under my toes. “I know what I’m doing. That’s exactly what’s gonna happen.”
Pressing the pad of my foot along his shaft, I mimicked the moves I knew how to make with my hands. His whole body shuddered, when I simultaneously rubbed my toes over the tip and the hard length of his cock. I could feel myself getting wet just from teasing him.
The car came to a halt at a stop sign and his hand left my shin long enough to unzip his pants. With the tip of my toes I freed his cock that was peeking from the waistband of his boxers. Squeezing his length between my feet, I made a jerky up and down motion till the head was slick with precum and soaking my stockings.
“God, Katy. You’re killing me with this.”
“Wouldn’t it be a great way to die, though?”
All I got was a husky moan as he jerked his hips to match the movements of my feet, rubbing his piercing against my toes. With great struggle, he managed to turn the wheel and bring the car to another stop. He bit his fist, hiding the lewd face he was making when I wedged his cock between my toes, milking him.
“I’m so close.”
“I know. Almost there.” Meaning both his climax and our destination.
Pressing the pads of my feet together, I created a tight gap, adding more pressure and friction at the same time to the tip of his cock. I knew he was reaching the breaking point based on his ragged breathing. The car slowed down and pulled up to a familiar driveway. Time to finish this.
With one foot, I made circling motions over his head, while with the other I tickled his balls. His hips jutted up from the seat and with a final jerk of his cock, he spilled his cum all over my toes. Not even bothering to wipe my feet, I shoved them back into the boots and stepped out of the car.
Jax was still leaning against the headrest, reeling in from his climax when I wounded the car and strolled towards the mansion doors. I could see my breath in the air as the butler opened the door.
“Miss Valentina. Your father is in his study.”
“Thank you, Mikhail. Is anyone around?”
“It seems everyone else is otherwise occupied .” He tapped the tip of his nose, gave me a knowing look and closed the door. I turned around in the foyer, shed my fur coat and gave it to his outstretched hands.
“My husband will follow me shortly. Would you mind getting the door for him and then wait for us in the car? This won’t take long.”
“Certainly, miss.”
“That’s all.”
Not wasting any time, I climbed the grand staircase and headed straight to my father’s office. The smell of him hit me before I even saw the door, cheap vodka and cigars. The hallway was barren and void of any clutter. A starking contrast to the lavish style I was used to seeing in this house.
“Priviet, Papa.”
“Malyshka. What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you.”
“As intended.”
“Eh?”
Pulling out one of my throwing knives, I fung it at him with deadly precision I knew would cripple him. The blade dug straight into the soft tendon of his shoulder. The whites in his eyes bulged out as he let out a gut wrenching scream, cursing in our native tongue.
“What the fuck?!”
He reached for the hilt, spilling blood everywhere, as he pulled the blade out of the wound and tossed it at me. Dodging it with ease, I twirled another blade in my hand and prepared my next shot, taking aim.
“Now that I have your attention, let’s have a little chat, shall we? Father to daughter.” I said, motioning between us with my blade. The blood had begun to color his shirt red. Not his first cut, nor it would be his last.
“Surely we can have a civilized conversation without this-” He groaned. “-blood shed.”
“See that’s the thing, we can’t.”
“You're making a big mistake, malyshka. ”
He made a move to reach for the glock I knew he had hidden in his desk, the gun he had used many times on his enemies. With catlike reflexes, I flung the blade at his hand, pinning it to the wood. He bared his teeth at me, swallowing his groans of pain.
“You're a dead woman walking.” With his uninjured hand, he reached for the silent alarm, while I twirled another blade in my fingers. I knew no one would answer his distress. “What have you done?”
“I should be asking ‘what you have done’, Papa. You see, Jax found some interesting details while looking into Logan’s business dealings.”
“What’s that kozyol gotta do with this?”
“Well, turns out, you were a silent partner in almost all of his companies.”
“That means nothing.”
Ignoring him, I paced in the room, prowling like a beast looking at its prey. He made an attempt to remove the blade off his hand, but it was lodged deep in the wood.
Before he had the chance to rip his hand out, I swung the blade, digging a gaping laceration to his bicep and stabbing his elbow, pinning it to the desk as well. The roar he released pierced my ears.
“And since my marriage to him, however brief, I inherited every single one of those companies and their assets.”
A pool had begun to form on the surface of the desk, filling my nostrils with the coppery stench of blood. My father looked stressed for the first time in his life. I thought he had finally realized I was going to kill him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was crucified.
“So? You got yourself a little enterprise and you think you can go against me? I still got-”
“I’m not finished. You know what else he found?” Placing my knife horizontally over his finger, right below his knuckles, I looked him in the eyes and pushed the blade down with a satisfying crunch. I took great pleasure in his wails of agony. “Every contract you signed was made in mom’s name. You’re such a fucking coward you couldn’t even sign you own name. She owns everything.”
His breathing was ragged, short and shaken, he tried to mask by snarling at me again. Through gritted teeth he managed to keep the conversation going, barely. I enjoyed seeing him struggle.
“I’m sure I didn’t raise an idiot.” He said, while I shot back ‘You didn’t raise me at all’, as he continued. “Yekaterina is dead.”
“I'm aware. I was the one who found her body, remember. I was the little girl dressed in black at her funeral, remember.”
With another blade, I stabbed him in the uninjured shoulder, then in the chest and ribs. With every hit, blood splattered all over me. I could feel the thick syrup run down my face. He tasted foul. I knew he didn’t have much time left before he would bleed out.
“But you know what else I’ve seen too? Her will. Before she died, she wrote me a letter I found after her funeral.”
“She did not-”
“Oh I’m sure you tried your best to throw away all her stuff to cover the fact that her last wish was to leave everything to me. For years I watched you. I watched, as you spent what was rightfully mine and I knew, you wouldn’t give it up willingly. You were so comfortable surrounded by your men, acting like you were untouchable.”
The glass he had been nursing was half empty. I grabbed it off the table and swallowed its contents, washing his taste out of my mouth before slamming the glass back on the table. I hate warm vodka.
“I knew I’d get you eventually, all I had to do was bide my time, take the abuse, go along with all your schemes, be the perfect little doll you thought you could manipulate and control.”
With agility, I jumped on top of the desk, kicked him in the chest, dislodged him from the knives and sent him tumbling backwards. Choking on his own blood, he took his final word.
“Suka blyat-”
“Say hello to my mother.” I stepped over him, readying my knife at his throat. “Dasvidaniya.”
The knife sliced through the soft flesh, silencing him forever. Still burning with disgust, I hacked his chest, again and again, filling it with holes, bringing down the edge of the blade over and over again till I was completely drenched in his blood.
Shaking with adrenaline and relief, I barely noticed the arms that closed around me, pulling me away from the mangled corpse. Jax’s soothing voice rumbled against my ear, as he pulled me in his embrace.
“That’s enough. You did it. It’s over.”
He turned my face towards him by placing his fingers under my chin, and then he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. It was so intense, so full of lust mixed in with raw passion, I almost forgot where I was at.
“Stop. I’m all messy.”
“I don’t care. I’m going to kiss my beautiful wife who has been through hell and survived. You look absolutely gorgeous just like this, bathing in the blood of your enemy.”
“Then I shall paint the whole world red.”
Within minutes, I was out of the bloody clothes and in his lap, sitting in the back of the car. Mikhail had taken his spot in the driver’s seat. With equal passion, I kissed Jax as the glow of the burning mansion shone through the back window. Rolling my hips, I felt his cock slip into my pussy making me moan in pleasure.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
“There is no God here, only devils.” He managed to say between kisses.
With hands on my hips, he guided my movements, urging me to begin moving faster, bouncing on his cock. Each thrust dug deeper, hitting me in the sensitive spot that drove me wild.
My hands glided through his hair, over his shoulders and down to his abs. I felt him shiver beneath me as my fingers traced over the old scar. He had covered it with characters from all the movies we had watched and there was still room to add more. It was my favorite part of him. Well, second favorite.
His mouth was on mine, working me into a frenzy, kissing every inch of me he could creach. When I felt his finger teasing the rim of my ass, I was lost and began to ride him faster, rocking my hips at a vigorous pace. His other hand moved to my pussy, putting pressure on my already sensitive clit.
While the night sky was lit up with fireworks, the rest of the world seemed to fade away as we took each other to the edge of oblivion.
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