Epilogue 1
“I’m not doing it.”
Laughing, my sweet… no, fuck that. My naughty bunny laughs and shakes her head. “Okay.”
Cocking an eyebrow, I reach for her, but she moves out of my reach. “Okay?” I grunt, knowing there’s no way it’s that easy.
“Mhmm,” she confirms. “You can stay home then. But I’m going.”
I groan and look up at her. “Tell me why,” I demand, not at all amused by this ambush she’s orchestrated.
She cocks her head to the side and slowly moves closer to the bed where I’m lying. “Do you want to discuss it now?” Her eyes trail down my naked body. “Why waste time talking when I could be sucking you off?”
My cock twitches and hardens on my leg. “You’re not being fair,” I accuse. Of course, I’d prefer having my wife choking on my cock, but that doesn’t mean we can ignore what she has in store for tomorrow.
Lucia scoffs. “What can I say, Sy? You deprived me of having your big dick in my mouth for almost a month. So you can’t fault me for creating the opportunities I need.” Winking, she strips out of her tank top and thong.
Instead of coming to me, she crooks her finger and beckons me over to her. I don’t hesitate; I get off the bed and walk over to where she’s waiting for me on her knees. “Naughty bunny,” I rasp. Then I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling until she willingly shuffles to where I want her. Leaning against the wall, I cradle the back of her head. “Take my dick in your mouth, wife.”
Since we got back from Rome, my bunny has been insatiable. Not that she wasn’t before, but there’s an almost feralness and possessiveness to the way she wants me in her mouth at every opportunity. I can’t say I mind it since her blowjobs are to fucking die for.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. She swirls her tongue around the crown, allowing her teeth to graze the sensitive head. It feels so fucking good I moan my approval. My bunny’s tongue darts around the rim, caressing every part of me inside her hot, wet mouth. “You love having my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
She hums low in her throat, taking me further into her mouth. Her nails dig into my thighs as I move my hand to the nape of her neck, squeezing. “Yes,” she whines. It’s easy enough to hear, even if it’s somewhat muffled. “I love having your cock in my mouth. I love using my mouth to make you come.”
I let my head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes as I focus on how amazing it feels to have her worship me. “Fuuuuck!” I can barely stop myself from thrusting into her mouth when she creates suction, taking me in further.
My bunny hums again, the vibrations feeling amazing around my cock. Unable to stay still, I flex my hips. She pulls back, my cock slipping out of her mouth. There’s a single strand of saliva spanning from her lips to my dick as she looks up at me through her dark lashes. “Fuck my mouth,” she purrs.
Fuck. I love how greedy she is.
“Take my dick back in your mouth,” I rasp.
Immediately obeying, she wraps her hand around the base and moves my cock back into her mouth. I let her take me all the way to the back of her throat, and then I cup both her cheeks. As soon as she removes her hand from my hardness, I surge forward, fucking her mouth like we both want.
She sputters around my cock, but doesn’t fight me. Instead, she relaxes her throat while looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. Seeing the tears escape, running down her cheeks and leaving black streaks thanks to her mascara is so fucking hot.
I’m so focused on her mouth that it takes me several minutes to realize she’s moved one hand between her thighs, eagerly fingering herself. My wife loves sucking me off, and I fucking love how much it turns her on to be my fuck toy like this.
“Is your cunt dripping?” I growl.
“Y-yes,” she moans. “I’m so fucking wet for you, Sy.”
I ignore the part of me that wants to continue fucking her mouth, and instead of giving into my basic urges, I grab her arm and pull her up.
“Sy… what the—”
Before she can finish speaking, I haul her over my shoulder, slapping her ass that jiggles enticingly. “You’ve been a bad bunny,” I rasp as I carry her over to the bed. She squeals as I throw her onto the mattress, so she lands on her back.
With a wicked grin, I crawl over her, lying down so I’m on my back in the middle of our bed. “What do you want, sweet bunny?” I ask when she turns to her side and looks at me with so many unvoiced questions in her green eyes.
“You,” she replies without hesitating. “Always you, Sy.”
I savor the words while she straddles my hips, rocking against my hard cock. “You have me,” I drawl, folding my arms behind my neck. “Now, what are you going to do with me?” The way she works her wet cunt along my shaft, is making me groan. “Goddammit bunny.”
“Yes?” She places her hands on my chest, leaning forward so her long, red hair falls around her like a curtain. “Are you complaining?”
I snort. “Far fucking from it. I love feeling your cunt on my dick.”
Her breath hitches and her nostrils flare. “That’s what I thought,” she replies slyly. A smile dances across her lips as she moves one hand between us, fisting my cock and lining it up perfectly against her entrance. Then she slams down, taking all of me in one movement.
We moan in unison as her pussy walls stretch, making room for me. As she throws her head back and cries out my name, I slide my hands up her chest, cupping her perfect tits. I roll and tug at her rosy nipples, loving the way her pussy squeezes me like it’s trying to suck me further into her heat.
“Fuck me, Sy.”
I rear up and claim her lips. My hands grab her hips so I can slide her up and down my hardness while our tongues snake around each other. I let out a deep, guttural groan at how amazing she feels.
Sucking her bottom lip between my teeth, I bite until she hisses in pain. Then I kiss my way across her face, down her neck until I reach her shoulder. She shudders and moans as I bite down, sucking her skin into my mouth.
Her breathing picks up, turning ragged and heavy. Her pussy tightens, letting me know she’s close to the edge. “How do you want to come?” I rasp.
“From your… your cock. Fuck the orgasm out of me,” she moans.
Spurred on by her demand, I spin us around so she’s lying on her back underneath me. “Your wish is my command,” I growl.
Her legs wrap around me, her nails digging into my abs as my hips piston against hers. My hands are on her tits, squeezing the globes. I slam into her over and over, making it harder each time. Lost in my wife and the pleasure we share, I can’t think about anything but how perfectly she fits me.
“I love you,” I grunt, panting hard as her inner muscles squeeze me.
“Now and al…always,” she cries out. Her body tightens, her cunt holding me so tight I know I’m about to shoot my cum deep inside her.
My thrusts are manic, and I can barely see fucking straight. My balls tighten, but I refuse to come before she does. “Touch yourself,” I demand, my tone husky.
She moans, quickly moving her hand between us. Without slowing down, I bring us both closer to the edge. “Fuck. Sy… Sy—” Her words become nonsensical as she thrashes and writhes beneath me. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
I fucking love the way she demands my all, never satisfied with less. Obeying, I slam my hips against her so hard the bed moves with us, and when she cries out in pleasure while her body convulses around me, I join her.
“Fuck. Bunny… Lucia. Fuck!”
I remain inside her even after I stop coming, needing to recover from one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. Sex with my wife is like a fucking religious experience, one that always leaves me starving for more.
Just as I’m about to move, my bunny stops me. “Stay there,” she says, sounding oddly serious. I look up just in time to see her hands disappear under the pillow before she pulls the small knife out. “You asked me a question earlier, and I want to answer truthfully.”
“Bunny,” I rasp, shaking my head. “You don’t need to bleed every time you answer a question.”
She pushes herself up on her elbows, looking at me with a mixture of concern and fear in her eyes. “This one requires it,” she breathes. “Plus, there’s something else I want you to do.”
“Anything.”
Pushing the knife toward me, she meets my gaze. “I want you to cut over Fabian’s scars.” She licks her lips. “While I answer your question.”
My bunny has come a long way since our time in Rome, but this still feels like she’s pushing it. “You know I don’t care about your scars, right?” I ask, needing her to know I love her the way she is. “It’s part of the story of you, which happens to be a story I’m very fond of. When I say I love you now and always, I mean all of you.”
“Sy,” she sobs.
I lean over her, claiming her lips in a salty, tear-filled kiss. “Don’t do it for me, bunny.”
She shakes her head, her breathing ragged. “It’s not for you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” she breathes. “It’s for me. I need it.”
As long as I know it’s not for me, I have no problem giving her what she wants. I finally accept the knife, pressing it against the soft skin on her inner thigh. I do my best to line it up perfectly against the top scar. My eyes find hers, but instead of asking if she’s sure, I nod. Then I add pressure and slide the knife along the old wound.
“Do the next one,” she begs, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Eyes on me,” I demand.
The moment she opens her eyes, and her green eyes find my dark ones, I re-open the second scar. I don’t need her to tell me to keep going, I continue until I’ve made eight shallow cuts on her left thigh. The only time I look away is when I need to position the knife, but other than that, we keep our gazes on each other.
“T-thank you,” she stutters on a heavy exhale as she lies back down on the bed. Deciding to give her a few minutes to compose herself, I run my hand through the blood dripping down her leg, smearing it across her skin.
The sharp and metallic smell of the blood clings to my nostrils, and assaults my senses. The aroma mixes with the smell of sex and my wife, making it more appealing than it should be. To me, blood isn’t just a reminder of the fragility of life, or the rawness of human existence. I’ll forever associate it with my bunny, how strong and amazing she is.
“D-do the other leg,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Since I anticipated it, I’m not surprised. But I’m not doing it unless she’s with me one hundred percent. “Sit back up,” I urge. “And look at me, bunny.”
As soon as she’s pushed herself back up, I make the cuts on top of the old ones on her right thigh. This time I do it quicker, sensing that she wants it over with rather than dragging it out.
Re-opening my wife’s old wounds seems oddly right. Especially after I made sure her piece of shit ex felt every single slash he made into her skin all those years ago. Unlike the care I use now with Lucia, the cuts Fabian received were brutal and painful. I made sure the fucker felt everything before he took his last breath.
“Hey.” The sound of my sweet bunny’s voice brings me back to reality. “Where did you go?” she asks, reaching out so she can run her hand down my cheek.
“Nowhere,” I reply, shaking my head. I don’t enjoy lying to Lucia ever, but especially not when we do our moments of truth. Yet, I refuse to tell her what I was thinking about. But only because I don’t want to taint what we share.
She narrows her eyes in that way that tells me she knows precisely what I’m not saying. Instead of calling me on it, she tilts her head to the side. “Ask me your question.”
Palming her thighs, I meet her gaze. “Why the hell did you invite my mom to come visit us?”
Pursing her lips, she takes a minute to answer. “Because you weren’t going to.” Then she sighs and pushes herself all the way up so she’s sitting instead of leaning. Knowing how much her skin must be burning, I grab her hips and lift her into my lap so she’s sitting sideways. “I know you want to see her, Sy. But I also know you’re too stubborn to do anything about it.”
“But I—”
My wife carries on, paying no attention to me. “And you’ve been talking about her in your sleep. Plus, I’ve seen you wake up and go into the room with the pictures. You miss her, Sy. I knew if I asked you, you’d say no. So I decided it was better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission.”
“Did you now,” I growl. “And what exactly is it you imagine we’ll all be doing?”
Turning her head, she presses her lips against my chest. Her warm breath tickles, causing my skin to pebble. “I don’t know,” she murmurs. “And if you don’t want her here, I’ll kick her out myself. But I think you do want her here.”
My wife isn’t wrong. Annoyingly, she rarely is. Ever since Mickey called me on my bullshit, my mom has been on my mind. More so since we returned from Italy. Taking Lucia’s hand, the one with the wedding band my mom once wore, I bring it to my lips and gently kiss it.
“You know you’re wearing her ring, right?” I ask, my tone gravelly with emotion.
“Yeah, I know. No thanks to you, though. But I saw it on her hand in some of the pictures.”
I chuckle because she’s right. I never did tell her. At first it was because it didn’t seem like the right time. Then there was all the shit with Fabian and the Senate. And then… it just became easier not to mention it.
“You’re right,” I admit on a deep sigh. “I do want to see her. She wanted me to come for Thanksgiving, and I think I’d kinda decided to go. But then—”
“But then my family ruined shit,” she says bitterly.
“That’s one way to put it,” I confirm. “Family is messy. In your case, you were born into that mess. But in mine…” Pausing, I swallow thickly. “In my case, I made a mess of it.”
Lucia hums. “Are you ready to forgive your mom?”
“I don’t know,” I say softly. “But I’m ready to try.”