Epilogue – Lucian
SIX WEEKS LATER
The bullet wound doesn’t ache much anymore. Not unless I stretch too far or lift something the wrong way.
But the truth?
The only thing that’s been healing me is her.
Sienna.
She’s the most dangerous thing that’s ever walked into my world—and the only thing that’s ever made it feel worth surviving.
She’s not just mine anymore. She’s running shit.
Head of Crisis Management at The Black Ledger.
A role only she could fill—grace with a backbone, charm with bite. When my world catches fire, she doesn’t just put it out. She makes sure it never happened in the first place.
Blackmail. High-profile disasters.
She handles it all without flinching. And somehow, even when she’s elbow-deep in chaos, she still answers when I call.
Her line rings once.
“Lucian Vale,” she answers, voice low and lethal, pure seduction. “What can I do for you, sir?”
A growl curls in my throat. “Come to my office and make out with me.”
She huffs a laugh. “You are a walking HR violation.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Maybe…” A pause. “My meeting ends in five minutes.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
And I am.
Five minutes and twenty-eight seconds later, she walks in—black pencil skirt, cream blouse, heels I want to see pointed at the fucking ceiling. She’s got her tablet under one arm and that unreadable expression she uses when she’s about to serve me my own balls in a negotiation.
She stops in front of my desk. Cocks her head.
“You're stretching again.”
I don’t deny it. My fingers had been massaging the scar tissue under my shirt just before she walked in.
She eyes me perching her sweet ass on my desk, then hikes her heel onto my chest—slowly pressing it there with just enough pressure to make me lean back.
“Let’s go home,” I trail my hand up her leg, slow and hungry.
“Yours or mine?”
“Mine,” I answer, my smirk curling. “I have a surprise for you.”
She hums. “Does it involve me wearing just these heels and the new collar you left on my nightstand?—”
“I love the way your dirty mind works.” I try to part her legs but she pulls her knees back together.
“One condition,” she cuts in, leaning closer, her foot still pressed to me. Her skirt hikes higher with each move.
I narrow my eyes. “You always have to argue, don’t you, little rabbit?”
She swings her leg over and settles in my lap, arm curling around my neck, her lips a breath from mine.
“Let me take care of your shoulder first.”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
I slide my hand under her skirt, fingers spreading over bare thighs. She moans softly when I grind up into her, my cock hard beneath her and getting harder by the second.
“If you sit here much longer, I’m going to fuck you right on this desk.”
She slides off my lap slow, deliberate—her fingers grazing my chest, my cock. Teasing like she doesn’t know I’m already two seconds from losing control. But she does. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
She moves toward the door with that little smirk on her lips and murmurs, “Hm. I have a much better idea.”
My growl follows her down the hall, rough and low. A promise. A threat. I don’t know which yet. I just know I’m already rock hard and following her like a fucking puppy.
We make it home in record time, walking down the hall together in step. Because I can’t stop from touching her. Kissing her.
I press her against me as she leads us forward. My arms wrap around her, my mouth is on her neck, sweeping her hair out of the way.
She opens the door to our bedroom— mine , but she’s made it hers in a hundred quiet ways—and gestures for me to step inside.
I do.
She closes the door behind us.
When I turn, she’s already moving. Her hand grasps my throat, pushing me against the door. Her other hand around my cock, squeezing the fucking life out of me and I swear, I could come right now.
Fuck.
“Sienna,” I say, voice low and tight.
She raises a brow. “No, you’re going to listen.” She grips me. Her fingers around my shaft, stroking me over my pants. “I want you to take your clothes off.”
She rips my shirt open; her hot mouth immediately moves to my nipple. Her hand back on my cock. God I love this side of her.
“You’re going to get on the bed.”
Sienna licks my nipple, keeping her eyes on me before she bites me. Marking me as hers. And I’ll wear it with fucking pride. In fact, she’s coming with me for a new tattoo tomorrow and she’s going to bite me again. Then I’ll wear it forever like a badge of honor.
“You’re going to be my whore tonight, Devil.” Oh, hell yes. “My fucktoy.”
She takes my bottom lip between her teeth and pulls. “And I’m going to take everything I want from you. And you,” She slaps me. Just hard enough for the sting to send a pulse right to my cock. “you’re going to let me use you, aren’t you?”
She raises one sharp eyebrow waiting for my answer.
I hesitate. Just a breath. Just long enough for her to see that I don’t do this for anyone.
Except her.
“As you wish, mistress.” I take her hand and raise it to my mouth, giving her knuckles a gentle peck before I kick off my shoes and shove my pants down.
I climb onto the bed without a word. Watch her with piercing, unblinking eyes as she approaches like a predator in heels.
I’m not sure if I’m turned on or terrified. Probably both. Abso-fucking-lutely both.
So slowly, she unbuttons her blouse and I bite back a groan looking at what she’s wearing. When she loses her skirt, my cock twitches, pre-cum leaking at the sight of her.
She fucking planned this all day.
The complex network of straps and rings hide just enough while still revealing everything. Black latex, shiny, smooth and begging for my touch.
“You sneaky little rabbit.”
“Arms up,” she says softly with a grin that would seduce the devil. Because she already has.
I obey.
The silk winds around my wrists with slow, practiced grace. Tight. Intentional. She checks every knot, makes sure I can’t break free. Yet.
When she’s done, I’m spread wide. Helpless. Bound. My heart’s pounding, not from fear—but from the ache to touch her. To take her. To ruin her.
She kisses me once. Soft. Slow.
“Color?” she whispers.
“Green,” I rasp. “So fucking green.”
She smiles. And climbs on top of me.
“Lick, slut.”
God, what did I do so right in this life to deserve her?
Her thighs straddle my shoulders, and the moment she lowers herself onto my mouth, I stop breathing. Finally . My tongue flicks out, slow and reverent. She grinds against my face, moaning like she’s trying to kill me sweetly.
I groan into her—lost in the taste, in the power she has right now. Every part of me is coiled, my cock straining, but she’s in no rush.
“Are you ready for my toy, baby?”
I don’t know what she has in mind but there’s no chance in hell I’m saying no.
With a nod and a muffled “yes”, spoken against her sweet cunt, she takes my meal away all too soon. When I see what she has in her hands, my devilish smirk matches her.
“Green.”
She hears the challenge in my tone as she coats the plug generously in lube.
She twists around, and sits on my face, pussy back to riding my mouth and I’m in heaven.
Sienna leans forward, taking my cock in her lubed hand, stroking before her lips slide down my length. I groan so loud it vibrates against her.
Then her hand moves between my thighs and I part them more for her.
Click.
She teases my ass with the vibrating plug, sinking her hot mouth further down my shaft as she slowly works it in.
I jerk against the restraints, a broken sound tearing out of my throat because she goes feral on my dick. Sucking, squeezing, scraping with her teeth as she works me. The plug against my prostate and her ungodly fucking mouth is going to make me come fast and hard.
“Fuck—”
But she sinks down harder on my face, silencing me with her cunt as I choke on a groan.
“Stay still,” she pants. “No coming.”
I’m shaking now. Panting. Every nerve in my body is on fire. My cock is throbbing. My fists are clinched, muscles are tight.
And still, I hold on.
For her.
She rides my face like I was made for it. Her mouth sucks me like she owns me—and right now, she does. My hips twitch, the plug’s vibrations driving me closer and closer to the edge.
She comes first. Her thighs clench around me. Her moans fill the air. She grinds hard against my mouth as her release rips through her.
And me?
I get nothing.
Her mouth is off me in an instant and she switches off the plug.
She slides off, slow and smug, dragging the wetness from her thighs and crawling down my body until she’s hovering over my cock. She’s facing away from me, and I get a perfect view of her tight ass.
“You’re going to be good for me,” she whispers, brushing her hair back. “And don’t come until I say.”
My eyes lock with hers—wild. Desperate. Drenched in something that’s not just lust anymore. It’s deeper than that. Darker. More dangerous.
It’s love.
And she owns it.
Every part of me.
She’s mine.
And I’m hers.
She’s watching me over her shoulder when I hear her little purple vibrator turn on. I see her moving and can tell she’s pressing it against her clit when her head hangs back. She closes her eyes and parts her mouth like a fucking goddess but turns away from me.
This is pure fucking torture.
“Oh, baby, turn around and let me see.”
She starts rolling her hips, moaning. Her vibrator, her pussy rubs along my shaft. Teasing. Tormenting as I watch her ass flex.
“Please let me see you, Angel.” I’m not too proud to beg. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
“Oh,” She turns up the intensity, calling out the pleasures she’s giving herself.
“God, Sienna.”
She leans forward, spreading her ass open and letting me see exactly what I don’t get to have. I can see between her legs as she works the vibrator against her pussy until she’s arching her back while she comes again.
She’s relentless.
Every inch of me is strung tight, my muscles twitching, my thighs straining. I can feel the silk at my wrist fray with every jerk of resistance, every ounce of control I lose by the second. I’m holding on by threads, literally and figuratively, and she knows it.
Fuck, she loves it.
“You’re being such a good boy.” Her voice is smoother than the ties binding me. “You want a little taste?”
I nod but it’s not what she wants. She reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls at the same time she turns on the butt plug.
“I didn’t hear you.”