Epilogue II
EPILOGUE II
ARIA
A year later
I step out of my studio, the door closing behind me as the late afternoon sun bathes the town square.
Every morning, I walk this path to my flower shop and feel the same surge of excitement. It’s a dream come true.
When Dion first encouraged me to open it, I was hesitant. Women in the mob don’t have jobs, don’t own businesses. But his unwavering belief in me was something I couldn’t ignore. And I took the leap. I rented out a small studio, and then slowly built my shop.
I cross the street to Black Bean just as my phone buzzes in my pocket.
Dion: Your drink and cinnamon bun are waiting for you on the counter.
I smile as I type back.
Me: Still stalking me, huh?
Dion: Ha-ha.
Dion: Maybe…
I laugh out loud, startling a lady who has just stepped out of the coffee shop, and walk through the door.
I smile at my screen as I text Dion back.
Me: I like it…
Dion: I know you do, little liar.
My entire body shivers. I love when he calls me his little liar.
Dion: I love seeing your cheeks go pink.
I halt my steps and twist around. Is he here?
My phone buzzes in my hand, surprising me.
Dion: Don’t break your neck.
I scan the café for any sign of him, but he’s nowhere to be found.
Me: Where are you?
Dion: Come and find me, wife.
My skin tingles with excitement.
So much has changed in the past few months. It feels like a lifetime ago.
Dion and I got married six months after he saved me from marrying Andrew . The relief I experienced seeing Dion that day was something I’ll never forget.
I’m no longer chained to Andrew , no longer scared of his threats.
I knew it would be a struggle to rebuild what was shattered, but with Dion by my side, I can face anything.
After everything with the arranged marriage and all the chaos, I couldn’t handle the thought of having a big wedding. I wanted something simple, something just for us.
So , we decided to elope. It felt right, even if it’s unconventional, especially in our world.
We couldn’t wait any longer, and the thought of dragging out our union was unbearable.
Our lives are complex and often dangerous, but the love and loyalty we share make it all worthwhile. I’m happier than I’ve ever been and haven’t had to use drugs or drink alcohol in almost a year. I’m fucking proud of myself.
I put my phone in my purse, heart racing as I walk toward the bathroom, hoping he’ll be there. It’s empty.
I push one of the stalls open, revealing nothing but the usual sterile tiles. A sigh of frustration escapes me, and I turn to leave the bathroom. Suddenly , a hand grabs me from behind, covering my mouth. I squeal, the sound muffled.
For a brief, terrifying moment, I panic, struggling against my captor. But then, a familiar scent hits me, and my body relaxes. Dion pulls me back into one of the stalls, away from prying eyes, and whispers for me to be quiet.
“ What if we get caught?” I hiss.
“ I don’t fucking care,” Dion replies, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “ This is worth the risk.” He leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. “ I just want a little taste, baby.”
“ But I’m? —”
Before I can finish, Dion presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. “ Shh ,” he whispers.
I nod to give him the go-ahead, my heart still pounding in my chest.
He presses my back against the cool surface of the wall and his lips meet mine in a searing kiss.
I melt into Dion’s arms, my hands instinctively reaching for his hair.
He plunges his hand into my leggings, and I hold my breath. Here it comes …
“ Are you on your period?” He pulls away slightly and tugs on my tampon string.
I bite my bottom lip. “ I tried to warn you.”
“ Well , fuck. This just got a lot more interesting,” he says, a playful glint in his eyes.
“ What are you thinking?” I whisper over the pounding of my heart.
Dion edges nearer, his words a soft whisper in my ear. “ I’m thinking I’m going to take what I came for anyway.” He nips my earlobe, and my knees threaten to buckle.
Oh , my God .
Dion lowers my leggings and panties just below my ass.
Heat creeps up my cheeks as he kneels in front of me, his fingers grazing my thigh. My body tenses for a moment when he gently pulls on my tampon to slide it out. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, before peeking at him through my lashes.
He dangles the red piece of cotton in front of me and my face burns with embarrassment. I can’t believe he’s holding my bloody tampon.
He stands and tosses it into the bin, his other hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “ There’s nothing to be shy about, Aria . I want every part of you—including your blood.”
My heart skips a beat at his words. “ Oh -kay,” I say, jolting at the sensation of Dion’s fingers going up my entrance.
My breath catches in my throat, my eyes widening. “ Dion ,” I whisper.
His digits move slowly, exploring. “ Relax , baby.”
I let myself sink into the feeling. The shyness is still there, but it’s being replaced by a growing warmth in my stomach.
Dion’s fingers begin to move with a gentle beckoning motion, finding and stroking my most sensitive spot. A shiver runs along my spine, and my hips instinctively shift closer to him. The sensation is electric, a spark that starts deep inside me and spreads outward. I can feel my climax already starting to build, a steady, insistent climb that makes my breaths come faster.
“ Dion ,” I gasp again. “ Oh , God .”
He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. “ Let go, astéri mou . I want to feel all of you.”
His words send another shudder through me, and I can’t hold back anymore. The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until it snaps—and then I’m falling, my body shuddering from the force of my climax. I cry out, clutching his shoulders, lost in the sensation.
When it’s over, I’m left trembling, trying to catch my breath. Dion slowly withdraws his fingers. They’re full of blood. The sight makes my cheeks burn hotter.
He doesn’t seem fazed at all. Instead , he lifts his hand, his eyes never leaving mine, and presses his fingers against my lips, smearing some of the crimson on them. My breath hitches, the metallic taste faint on my tongue.
Then , with deliberate slowness, Dion brings his fingers to his own mouth. His eyes remain locked on mine as he sucks them clean, savoring the taste of my blood and my orgasm.
“ A fucking delicacy,” he murmurs with a satisfied smile. “ Now , I’m going to fuck you right against this bathroom stall and cover my cock with your blood, making me yours in every way.”
He reaches down, unzipping his pants. Then , lifts me effortlessly, pressing me against the stll. A gasp escapes my lips, my body reacting on impulse. The pressure of the metal door against my back, combined with the intensity of our closeness, makes my pulse race. I clutch at Dion’s shoulders, digging my nails into his skin.
He slides his dick inside me. “ Oh !” I breathe, the feeling causing my skin to tingle and my nipples to harden.
“ Dikiá mou . My woman. My wife ,” Dion growls into my ear. The possessiveness of his words makes my entire being pulsate with need.
“ Please , Dion . Move ,” I urge, my head titling as I feel myself contracting around his hardened length.
Dion wraps my legs around his waist and drives into me mercilessly, and I bite my lip to stifle my whimpers. Every sensation is heightened, each stroke amplified, and I don’t even care that I’m bleeding anymore.
“ Eísai poutána mono gia ména.”
My pussy clenches.
“ Nai nai nai, moró. Mi stamatás ,” I plead.
In a few more thrusts, I come undone. My body tenses, a wave of pleasure crashing over me. I cry out, and Dion slaps a hand over my mouth to silence my moans. My muscles tighten and release in a rhythm of pure ecstasy.
Dion slows his movements as I gather myself, the intensity of my climax leaving me trembling, my legs shaking as I cling to him.
After a few moments, he gently lowers me. “ Get on your knees, little liar,” he commands, his voice husky with desire. I sink to the floor, meeting his eyes with a burning gaze.
His cock is covered in a mixture of my period blood and arousal. It only heightens my desire. It’s fucking filthy. Dirty . Primal .
I grab Dion’s shaft, the stickiness clinging to my palms.
He looks down at me, his chest expanding with every ragged breath. Then , opens his mouth to let a trickle of saliva fall onto the tip of his cock.
“ Suck it.”
Without sparing a second, I swallow him whole, teasing his swollen head with light suction before coming up for air.
Dion snakes his fingers into my hair, pulling at the nape, and my eyes water from the sting.
“ Riri ,” he groans. “ Baby .” He plunges down my throat and I gag, tears now leaking down my cheeks. “ You take my cock so well.”
In and out, Dion fucks my mouth until he finds his release, shooting ropes of cum into my mouth.
“ Don’t swallow,” he orders, and I obey.
Extending a hand, he helps me to my feet, his eyes still burning with raw intensity. He swipes his thumb over my lips. “ ómorfi . You’re fucking perfect. Swollen lips, mouth full of my cum. Your blood smeared all over your jaw. It’s a fucking sight to be seen, Aria .”
Dion hooks his thumb into my mouth, causing some of his release to trickle down my chin.
He pulls me close, our bodies pressed together, and he licks the trail of cum off my face. My breath falters.
His tongue finds its way into my mouth, the gentle brushing of lips becoming more and more urgent and consuming. I savor the flavor of his taste, mixed with the metallic tang of my blood. It’s an intoxicating blend that ignites a fire within me. A soft moan escapes my lips.
Dion’s hands cradle my face, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, exploring every inch of my mouth. My knees weaken, and I shudder against him.
My hands find their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, our bodies melting into one.
When we finally pull away, I immediately feel the absence of his lips. The heat of our shared breath lingering in the air.
My pulse races, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I swallow a laugh. “ This isn’t normal. We just consumed my period blood .”
Dion’s smile widens. He takes my wrists and pins them against the cool wall behind me. The suddenness of it makes me gasp.
“ I never said I was normal,” Dion replies, his voice low and intense. “ And if I were, you wouldn’t love me the way you do. Because you’re messed up too, little liar.”
I look up at him, my breath coming in shallow bursts, and I know he’s right. There’s a part of me that craves this, that needs this connection, no matter how unconventional it might be.
“ Maybe I am,” I whisper.
Dion leans in, his kiss searing and possessive, smearing the last traces of my blood. “ That’s why you’re perfect for me, wife.”