Epilogue
KAROLINA
Nine Months Later
“We’re married!” I exclaim, jubilant. “You’re my husband.”
Brandon’s grin is covetous as he drinks in the sight of me doing a little happy dance in my wedding dress. The full skirt swishes around my ankles when I twirl, unable to contain my joy.
He pulls my body flush with his, trapping me with the iron band of his arm around my lower back.
“My beautiful bride. What should I do with you now that we’re all alone?”
I straighten his black bowtie. He’s stunning in his tux. We got all dressed up for the occasion, even if it was only the two of us and an officiant at the ceremony. We got married in our ballet studio, and Brandon played a new song for me as I glided in to meet him for our union.
“I have a few ideas about what we can do,” I purr, pressing my breasts into his hard chest.
He tugs at my hair, trapping me beneath his intent stare. “But I already have plans for you, wife.”
A pleasurable shudder rolls through my body. His wife.
He lifts me up in his arms, and a delighted laugh bursts from my chest. I expect him to carry me up to our bedroom, but he makes his way to the front door.
“You’re supposed to carry me in over the threshold, not out,” I correct him.
His grin is sharp enough to cut. “But how can I hunt you properly inside the house, kitten?”
He pauses at the table where we keep our car keys by the door. My heartbeat ticks up a notch. He’s laid out his crimson skull mask and leather gloves. My running shoes are waiting by the door.
He carefully sets me down on my feet. “You’re welcome to try to evade me in those pretty pink high heels, but I don’t think that would be a very long chase.”
I kick off the heels and eagerly step into my sneakers. “You know I’ll make you work for it.”
He plants a fierce kiss on my lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I glance around. “Where are my clothes?”
“You’re going to wear your wedding dress. I’m looking forward to ripping it off you when I pin you in the dirt.”
My clit pulses, and I lick my lips with open desire for him.
He pulls on the gloves first, and I can’t help admiring his long, elegant fingers sheathed in soft black leather. Then he dons the mask, and I take a long minute to appreciate my husband’s wicked perfection. He’s suitably intimidating with his demonic skull and sharply tailored tux.
“Very scary,” I approve.
He chuckles. “You’re not scared. But I’ll have you trembling for me soon enough.”
He opens the front door, and we step out into the twilight.
He leans in and rumbles in my ear, “I’ll let you get to the woods before I come after you. Run, kitten.”
A giddy giggle bubbles from my chest, and I gather up my skirt in my fists.
I can’t run nearly as fast as usual in the gown, but at least I’m not wearing the high heels.
If he weren’t giving me such a generous head start, he’d be able to close the distance between us before I got halfway across the front lawn.
The familiar high from sprinting soars through me, adding to the rush of being hunted by the man I love.
I duck into the darkness of the woods, and he bellows my name.
He’s coming after me.
I slow as I navigate the ancient forest. Even though I’ve learned the wilderness on our estate over the last year, it’s still difficult to find my way in the darkness.
Sray branches catch my voluminous chiffon skirt.
The corseted bodice of my dress is too tight to allow me to draw in the deep breaths I need to continue running.
And the white fabric practically glows in the rising moonlight, making me a beacon for the predator closing the distance between us.
Adrenaline fizzes through my veins, and my heart races with lust and a tiny hint of trepidation. My pale blue thong is soaked with my arousal.
A wicked idea occurs to me. I decide to leave Brandon a little surprise as he tracks me. I quickly strip off the panties and drape them over a nearby branch.
I know he’ll track me down soon enough, so I can at least indulge in driving him wild. The sight of my underwear will only make him more feral.
Sure enough, his laugh booms through the woods only minutes later. He’s so close.
I put on a fresh burst of speed.
My hair is falling out of its elaborate updo, stray tendrils falling around my sweat-slicked brow. With my torn dress, I know I must look halfway to ruin already.
Brandon always knows the most delicious ways to devastate me.
“There you are.”
He doesn’t bother to tackle me to the ground. I have no hope of evading him when he’s mere feet away from me.
I whirl and try to flee anyway. He grabs my skirt and yanks me back to him. Some of the gauzy material rips, but there are so many layers that he’s able to use the dress as leverage to hold me fast.
His fingers hook through the corset laces at my back, drawing the bodice even tighter and further restricting my breathing.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he taunts.
“Let me go!” I demand breathlessly.
“Never,” he growls.
He uses his grip on the laces to pull me inexorably down, until I’m forced to sink to my knees on the damp forest floor. He covers my body with his, pinning me beneath his massive body.
I flail, but I don’t really want to hurt him. He easily captures my wrists and presses them into the dirt above my head. His other gloved hand caresses my face. My panties are wrapped around his fingers, and I smell my own musky desire.
The macabre skull leers down at me, and I shiver at a rush of fear-soaked, carnal anticipation.
“Did you leave me a little wedding present, wife?” He rubs the underwear over my lips. “Thank you for the trophy.”
“Who says it’s a trophy?” I pant. “Maybe I just wanted to drive you crazy. Maybe I have you right where I want you.”
He releases a low sound between a laugh and a groan and rests his masked forehead on mine.
“You have all of me, Karolina. Forever.” He tucks my thong in his pocket and then caresses the swell of my breasts where they’re practically spilling from my tight bodice.
“Tonight, I’ll have all of you.” He says it like a dark warning.
My belly flips. He’s been preparing me for this, and I’ve begged him to claim my ass more than once over the last several months.
“Yes,” I consent. “I want that. I want you.”
He curses and shoves my destroyed skirt up my thighs. His gloved fingers slide through the wetness that coats my labia, and I buck in his steady grip.
He penetrates me easily, finding my g-spot with expert precision. He rubs it in a ruthless rhythm, and his thumb grinds down on my clit at the same time.
A brutal orgasm is forced from my body, and I contract around his invasive fingers helplessly.
“Another,” he demands. “I want you relaxed and ready for me.”
“I am ready,” I moan. “Please…”
“Always so greedy,” he admonishes. “I’m in charge now. And I want another orgasm. I want you to come all over my hand while the stars shine in your eyes.”
It so romantic and perverted that my heart aches in time with my throbbing core.
I surrender to another rush of pure pleasure, coming apart with a scream. I hold nothing back. There’s no shyness or hesitation between us. There could never be shame when I’m with Brandon, my soul mate.
He compels a third orgasm from my cunt, wringing bliss from my body until I’m whimpering for mercy. I’m overstimulated, my clit stinging slightly.
Finally, he withdraws, only to grasp my hips and flip me over. He drags me up onto my hands and knees, and I allow him to position me where he wants me. My skirt is draped over my lower back, leaving my most vulnerable areas exposed to him.
Chill lube drips onto my asshole, and I yelp at the shock, even as I’m grateful that he brought what we needed to ensure I experience minimal discomfort.
“This is going to hurt a little,” he warns. “But I’ll be gentle with you. If you need me to stop, just say the word.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I breathe. “Take me. Please.”
His thick cockhead presses against my tight bud. I push back against him, willing my body to accept him in every way. His fingers flex on my hips, holding me still.
“Slowly,” he admonishes. “I’m in control.”
I shiver and soften, giving in to him. I trust in him completely.
He strokes my spine. “Good girl. Relax for me.”
Keeping one hand on my hip, his other dips beneath me to find my pulsing clit. I’m still sensitive from the forced orgasms, but he shushes me gently when I whine in protest.
“The pleasure will come back,” he promises. “You can endure this for me.”
“Yes,” I vow. I’ll suffer anything for him.
After a minute, his tender but firm touch on my clit begins to feel good again. Warmth pools low in my belly, and my core turns molten. More of my wet desire drips down my thighs, and he growls his approval when his glove slides through it.
“You can take more,” he decrees, pressing into me.
Light, burning pain cuts into my pleasure, but then his cockhead slips past my tight ring of muscles, and the discomfort eases somewhat.
He’s breathing hard, struggling to hold himself back.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Does it feel good?” I murmur. In this moment of deep vulnerability, all I want is to please him.
He stums my clit. “So good. Your virgin asshole feels so good gripping my cock.”
I whimper at a fresh rush of lust in response to his crass praise.
His hand tangles in my hair, holding me with steady pressure as he pushes into me in a slow slide. With each pleasurable pulse of my clit, he eases an inch deeper, until he’s fully seated inside me.
I’m almost unbearably full, but I revel in his complete ownership of my body.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, voice ragged with barely leashed desire.
“I’m ready. I’m yours.”
The vow is a trigger, and he starts taking me in short, shallow thrusts. Forbidden pleasure crackles up my spine, going straight to my head. If it weren’t for his grip on my hair, I’d float away on the high that’s soaring through me.
“I can’t last,” he snarls. “Come for me.”
He presses his thumb down on my clit at the same time as he drives all the way in one last time.
Our ecstatic shouts fill the darkened woods, our names winding together like a perfect harmony.
Brandon and Karolina.
Alive. Whole. Happy.
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