Epilogue
Candy
Two months later…
I turn in the full-length mirror checking the effect of the dress.
Sver is going to love it.
It’s red and white striped and I’ve died my hair a vibrant red to match.
I asked Sver if I needed to tone down my look, blend into a crowd more, but he says that I can be as loud as I want with my style.
No one is getting anywhere near me.
I really appreciate that, but I know what almost happened to Chloe and I have been keeping my hair color quieter.
Except it’s nearly Christmas and I decided to go all out.
I’m dressed as Sver’s personal candy cane.
He enters the bedroom and catches sight of me, a feral sound emanating from his throat. “Woman.”
“Like it?” I ask, smiling at him through the mirror. “I thought it would be fun for the Christmas party.”
“That dress is not making it to the party.” He starts stalking toward me. “I’m about to rip it off you.”
I laugh, though it comes out a little breathless.
We went over a month without having sex, which was a little maddening but also kind of good.
We teased, played, talked, and snuggled.
And somehow, not sleeping together, I relaxed into what I think might be my first real relationship, and definitely my forever one.
My engagement ring sparkles on my finger, a deep red ruby, because that’s the kind of girl I am.
We’re getting married on New Year’s, back in Vegas. It’s where we met, and it’s where Sver’s daughter Sasha lives.
Win and Katarina still don’t speak to Sver, but his younger daughter Sasha has called him a few times.
She and her husband Ryker are going to come to the wedding.
I’m completely on board with not having kids. I didn’t have the kind of childhood that makes a woman want to be maternal. But I’d love to have a family.
Sver steps up behind me, his hands coming to my hips as pulls my ass into the cradle of his body. The dress is skin-tight and I hear it rip as he pulls it up around my waist. “You weren’t kidding,” I say breathlessly, even as he shoves my panties to the side, sliding his finger inside me.
We both groan as he goes deep, curling his finger to stroke that spot inside me that drives me crazy.
I grab the sides of the mirror, trying to keep myself up even as he uses his free hand to yank his pants down.
There are times when we have this gentle kind of sex that I really like.
But there are other times where he fucks me hard and fast and I love those too.
Today is definitely going to be the latter.
As if to confirm, he pulls his finger out and then thrusts in, filling me in a way that makes me gasp.
Even better, I can see him inside me in the reflection in the mirror…that is until the dress slumps to cover the view.
He grabs the skirt and pulls again, ripping it away, so that we both have a clear view again.
“You look so beautiful with my cock inside you,” he says between clenched teeth.
My eyes flutter closed as he holds himself inside me, his hands tightening on my hips. And then he pulls out, slamming back inside me as I gasp out my surprise, the pleasure that radiates through me making me slump forward.
My cheek hits the mirror, my ass sticking out farther, as he repeats, pushing inside me in a way that has me vibrating from the inside out. “Holy sh—”
“You like that?” he asks, thrusting again.
“Yes,” I moan, just trying to hang on, not wanting this to end too soon.
“That’s my good girl,” he grits out, pumping faster and harder until I feel like I can barely tell one thrust from the next.
I hold out for as long as I can, but my insides are tightening, the sweet torturous pleasure building until I can’t take another second and then I break apart, crying out as I orgasm.
“Open your eyes,” Sver says as he keeps pounding into me.
I crack them open, my eyes locking with his in the mirror.
The cords of his neck stand out, his face taut with tension as he thrusts into me again, groaning loudly as he starts to cum.
His body jerks, the warmth of his cum running down my thighs. And then he slumps over my back.
I let my eyes close again. “We’re going to be late.”
I feel him smile against my spine. “We’ll get there in plenty of time.”
“Is my dress repairable?”
“Definitely not.” He laughs as he slowly pulls out of me. I hiss, sore from the pounding I got, but too satisfied to move.
He stands, pulling me with him.
That’s when I catch the totality of my dress, hair, and makeup in the mirror. “I’m a mess.”
“You’re perfect,” he replies, kissing my temple as my back settles against his chest. “But I want to hold you for five and then I’ll help you change.”
“Is that code for ruining another outfit?”
He lifts me in his arms, settling us both on the bed. “I will neither rip another dress nor fuck you again. Much as I love being inside you, you’re going to need a little recovery time after that.”
He’s right, and while I love the feel of him inside me, I love that he cares enough to hold back even more.
I feel myself slip into sleep, waking a few minutes later when he shifts. “Are we just going to bed?”
I shake my head. “No.” Chloe’s hosting the party. Promise will be there. They are friends that feel like family, and I wouldn’t miss seeing them for the world.
For the first time in my life, I feel the security of being surrounded by people who care.
“All right then, baby girl. Let’s get you dressed. If my girl wants to party, then a party she gets.”
I smile as I sit up.
I had no idea I’d end up here, but I am so very happy with the life we’re building. “I’ve got a red dress that should work,” I say. “I won’t be a candy cane but—”
“You’re always my Candy cane.” And then he heads for the closet.
I stand, stripping off my torn dress. I guess being his candy cane is a thing I feel on the inside. Because I’m bubbling with Christmas joy and the promise of the future.
“Is Rock going to be there?” I ask as I move toward the bathroom to fix my makeup.
“Why do you ask?” Sver comes back with a cute flared-skirt red dress.
“Because he hasn’t been around much, and when he is, he’s acting weird.”
“Weird how?” Sver asks as he holds out the new dress for me to step into.
“Like quiet and pensive.”
Sver pulls the dress up my body, zipping it into place. “Rock’s fine…I think. He’s making a big move for the business and trying to grow himself up into a real man.”
Rock? Growing up? “I thought Rock just grunted and hit things.”
“Not anymore.” Sver winks at me in the mirror. “Now hurry up and get ready before I change my mind and make the prettiest mess of that dress.”
I shake my head, but I also grab my curling iron and get to work. He can ruin this dress later tonight.
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