Epilogue
DIMITRI
I 'm fairly certain the wedding invitation came as a surprise to only one person: Morgan Hunt. And according to Camden, she took a whole seven seconds to process it, before shrugging, with a "yeah, that makes total sense."
She didn't even bother to give me the protective big sister speech, though we did spend a fair bit of time over the phone clarifying the timeline. No, I did not, in fact, fuck her sister when she was younger. And yes, I had been married just two weeks ago, but as that specific problem is permanently solved, it's not a problem.
"Does it have to be in six weeks, though? What's the rush, did you knock my baby sister up?"
"Your sister is twenty, hardly a baby. And it has to be in six weeks, because I want her to wear my ring and my name now. It would have been sooner if your grandmother-in-law hadn't demanded the delay."
"There's no controlling Valentina."
I sigh in agreement.
"I'm happy for you. Both of you. I had Willow on the phone, and I've never heard her this happy…well, ever, to be honest."
"That's all the daddy issues. You Brown sisters like to be the center of attention."
She doesn't deny it. "That, and well, you were practically raised by a Hunt. I don't doubt you know how to take care of your woman."
I smile, finding my hand reaching for the puppy who climbed on my shoulder like he has every right to my space.
Little monster.
"Speaking of, I'm calling to run something by you. I'm fairly certain it needs to be done, but I wouldn't proceed without your permission."
"Really? You didn't even ask for my permission to marry my sister."
"You're not her father," I chide, rolling my eyes. "Well, not biologically, at any rate. This is another matter. I need to borrow something from you, if you don't mind."
I tell her my idea. And because it's Morgan, she says yes.
Willow
I can't deny I'm stressing out a little. It's not our first time at the Heritage, but it's the first time I'm playing. I'm wearing the inverted pineapple anklet, and I feel eyes trailing it from the moment we walk in. No one misses it.
I didn't need to be initiated; not when I'm engaged to Dimitri Volkov. All doors that were previously not only inaccessible but invisible, nonexistent to me and to the common world, are now wide open because of the man standing next to me.
Last weekend, Dimitri took me from behind in a room with a glass door where everyone could look in, but today, he slides his hand between my legs right here in the VIP area of the bar, never stopping his chat with his friend, Caleb.
I gasp, stopping midway through what I was about to tell Cain,Vicky,Nadia, and Jace, as his finger hits my clit.
Nadia giggles, not missing it.
"I was saying ," I press on, glaring at Dimitri, "that working with this ass is actually fun. Gaming app programming demands a lot more creativity than the kind of stuff I was doing before. It's far less…"
I inhale sharply. He's pinched me, the dick.
"Far less what, my petal?" Dimitri and Caleb both grin unrepentantly. "We're all oh so fascinated."
"Never mind. You're the worst. I… hate …" He lifts me up and pulls me onto his lap, my butt resting right over his hard length. "Working with you."
"Mmhmm," Dimitri agrees, spreading my knees apart, then lifting my legs, to give the table a view of my panties.
If they can be called that, really. Given the wide opening right in the middle, the crotchless bit of satin and lace isn’t exactly doing the job of a pair of panties.
My cheeks flush as he inserts a finger inside me.
"See how fucking wet she gets?" Dimitri says casually.
Caleb whistles. "Damn. The fabric is drenched."
"You should feel it. Go on."
It's not my first time with someone else. Dimitri suggested my guard Andrei first, as I feel so safe with him, and then we played with Charles, too. Just a week ago, one of my old friends Judith slept over, and we had the best time sharing Dimitri's cock. Plus, the things that girl can do to a clit with her tongue are seriously out of this world. I should ask for pointers. But Caleb is practically a stranger. I've only seen him at his Christmas party three months ago, and briefly. And right now, his finger's sliding inside my cunt, right next to my fiancé’s.
"Oh, you're right." He smiles at me. "You're positively drenched, darling."
"And she's a squirter, too," Dimitri adds—boasting, I think.
"Fuck, seriously?" Cain says. "I didn't know that."
"Yeah, well, I dare anyone not to squirt when Dimitri's pierced cock is hammering inside them."
"I would gladly take that bet, and happily lose it," Nadia grins over her mimosa. "I mean, I've never squirted in my life, but happy to try."
"By all means."
Dimitri eases me across to Caleb's lap, and slides over the booth; Jace and Cain move to make room, circling Vicky. I'd pay more attention to exactly who does what to whom if Caleb wasn't so very good with his fingers.
"Hi," he tells me, as I hear the telltale sound of a zipper.
"Hi back," I tease, grinding over his length.
"It truly is lovely meeting you, Willow. You're good for Dimitri. He's losing his edge."
I laugh as he presses inside my pussy. "It would take far more than a girl to make Dimitri lose his edge."
"Oh, I don't know," he retorts, thrusting inside me. His cock stretches me deliciously, the unfamiliar shape and size hitting unusual corners. "He let me buy a boat I've had my eyes on for three years, finally. All I had to do was offer him a box of that limited-edition Eros candy line for your wedding."
"Oh, you made those?" Fuck, he's good. And I don't just mean his confectionary skills; he's found my g-spot, and set a rhythm that's going to get the job done, fast, especially if he continues caressing my tits while he fucks me from underneath. "I think I fucked him ten times in a row after eating a handful."
"They're efficient," he laughs. "So efficient I can't sell them. But you, darling? You can have some whenever you'd like. God, you're tight."
Then there are hands on my waist, and I only have time to glance back to see Jace aligning himself with my ass. He never was one to ask for permission. Behind, from the corner of my eyes, I see Nadia bent over the bench, holding on for dear life as Dimitri slams into her again and again. No wonder Jace came for me; my future husband is making his wife lose it.
My insides tighten as he presses in, and I throw my head back, not believing that this is my life. Pleasure, and indulgence, and every fucking thing life has to offer, over and over, along with love, kisses, roses, and breakfast in bed from Dimitri every single day.
I am the luckiest girl alive.
"I am the luckiest girl alive," I tell Dimitri later that night as we walk into the apartment, in case he doubted it.
My hair's all over the place, I'm sticky, and dead on my feet.
He laughs and kisses my shoulder. "Ready to be a little luckier?"
I know that tone, teasing, demanding, filled with forbidden promises.
Despite the fact that I've come at least seven times over three different cocks and tongues, my attention is piqued.
Dimitri brings his finger to my mouth, and I open it without a moment of hesitation. A burst of tangy sweetness explodes in my mouth.
"We have work on Monday," I remind him with a laugh.
If he's giving me the Eros candy right now, we're both going to be in a state in a day.
"You can call in sick. I know the boss." He winks. "Get freshened up, yeah? I put out something for you to wear tonight."
I bring my mouth to his, needing to feel his tongue over mine. I know it's not the candy—not yet. It took half an hour to work last time.
Lucy's actually the one who shared my first batch of candies, before she knew how strong they were. She explained that the Eros formula was basically just natural aphrodisiacs, no chemicals, nothing that would be considered illegal as such, but somehow, put together, they're so potent they're borderline dangerous. Apparently, some people who tried it out at work ended up seriously fucking horny. She didn't explain all the details, but let's just say, a fair few people played hooky that day.
Honestly, they're delicious and I had so much fucking fun last time that I'm excited, although it's one in the morning and I was ready to crash moments ago.
I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, wipe off my makeup. I don't need it with Dimitri; he fucks me as hard whether I have layers of foundation or nothing at all on my skin.
Like he loves me for me.
Still. After seeing what he's set out, I decide a little bit of makeup can't go amiss. He chose stockings and a harness, the kind he can use to tie me up, or secure my handcuffs to.
Fuck, yes.
He's also set out a blindfold. I put it on, and carefully make my way back to the room , feeling like I'm worth a hundred million dollars.
Like I'm everything.
Then I step into the light, knowing he's watching me.
Two
Almost instantly, I know something is different tonight, though I'd be hard-pressed to pinpoint why at first.
"You look breathtaking, petal," Dimitri assures me. "Doesn't she, my good friend?"
"Fuck. Yeah, she…yeah."
I know that voice.
I know that voice and my heart is racing in my chest.
It can't be him. It's just not possible.
Right?
"We have a guest, tonight. He's right on the bed. How do you feel like greeting him for me?"
I make myself step toward where I know the bed is, until my leg hits it; then I crawl over it.
Legs, in pants. A belt. A silk shirt under some knitwear so soft and thick.
Expensive.
Just like this smell.
I tell myself Dimitri likely is playing with me tonight. He knows me well. He just set this up to make it feel like I'm fucking the second man I've dreamed of for years; the one I never truly thought I'd touch. The forbidden, inaccessible, completely inappropriate one.
And yes, that wasn't a man ten years my senior.
That was…
"Go on, petal. Show him how good you are with your mouth."
The belt has been discarded, the pants, opened, and there's a hard, thick cock right under my fingers. I bring my mouth to it, wrapping my lips around it and sucking in.
How did he manage to replicate that exact smell? Maybe he asked which cologne he uses. That must be it.
"Oh, god. I'm going to hell."
That voice.
Fingers thread through my hair, too gentle, not holding on as hard as I'm used to.
"We're all on our way there," Dimitri retorts. “Might as well enjoy the ride."
And then he's behind me, his cock pressing into my eager, desperate pussy, as I blow the stranger—it must be a stranger—like his cock's the best lollipop I've ever had the pleasure of tasting. Fucking delicious. I slobber all over it, taking it deep despite my gag reflex, my hands massaging his balls.
"Fuck, Willow. Stop."
I lift my head, pouting.
"I think… Yeah, I'd rather come in your cunt. Damn. I can't believe I'm saying that."
Dimitri laughs again. "I've had your wife more times than I can count. You're very welcome to mine."
He withdraws from me, and lifts my hips to position me over the stranger's cock before bringing his own to my ass. After the Heritage, it's nice and loose; he's inside in one thrust.
Both men grunt and start to fuck me together, their movements in absolute sync, like they've done this so many times it's second nature to them. My core has never been this tight, this hot, my back arching as I pant and moan.
"I'm not gonna last," the stranger croaks.
"Me neither, man. I fucked two cunts tonight, and neither of them made me come."
Hands run over my tits as their rhythm increases in an impossible crescendo.
I can't take it anymore. I come all over the two cocks, drenching the man underneath me, the bed, my legs. As I tighten, both men groan and flood my insides with thick hotness.
I wouldn't pant so hard after a damn marathon. I fell all over the stranger under me, so I make myself roll away, trying the regain my breath.
I can't possibly thank Dimitri enough for this. It was more than sex. It was cathartic. Making me think I could be fucking the one man I've fantasized about other than him…it was everything.
And then, Dimitri lifts my blindfold as he rolls on top of me, bringing his mouth to mine, and his cock, already hard again, to my entrance.
My mouth falls open. I barely even notice him, because right next to me, there's a man with dark hair and golden, leonine eyes, panting hard.
Holy fucking shit.
It really is Camden Hunt.
The End