Epilogue – Nik
~Two Years Later
I stood at a distance watching my boy run through the grass in the manicured garden, his tiny laughs filling the air. The maid, Katerina, was playfully running around, and he was chasing her with a stick in his hand.
Alexei had his mother’s soft curls and her stormy green-gray eyes. But facially, he was my spitting image—same grin, same nose, and the same jawline. No DNA needed; at first glance, even an idiot would know he was my son.
My boy’s laugh was like a balm to every scar life had carved into me. He was my pride, my legacy, and the future of my empire. Sometimes, I wondered what exactly I’d done right to deserve such a happy and fulfilled life.
I had the best woman in the world as my wife, and together we were raising the world’s most handsome kid. Everything was falling into place despite all the craziness we’d had to endure in the past.
A mansion that once had no life, no traces of love at all, had now transformed into a happy home. A place worth raising our boy. With my hands in my pockets, I watched him play with the maid while his mother sat on the bench, wearing a bright smile on her face.
She was working on her laptop, shifting her attention between our boy and her assignment. I couldn’t be prouder of her and the woman she’d become in such a short period of time. Blair had quit her job at the Bureau two years ago, but last year, she found her own path.
Since solving mysteries was her hobby, she started a small institute for other investigators who shared her passion. She guided their minds in the right direction and hired professionals to train them on the job.
I admired the woman she’d become, the balance she’d carved in her life. Blair Tarasov had managed to turn her once-dangerous drive into something nurturing yet purposeful.
She spotted me across the garden and waved, her warm smile still melting my heart even after all this time. I mirrored her gesture, wondering how I ended up with such an amazing woman.
These past few years, I climbed higher in the Bratva ranks, closing deals and building my reputation. To the outside world, I remained that ruthless brute feared by many, respected by all. But at home with my family, I was a completely different person.
Soft. Gentle. Happy.
“Dada!” Alexei screamed when he set eyes on me. He left the maid and ran toward me with his tiny legs and his bright smile.
“Hey, buddy!” I leaned down and picked him up in a single sweep.
He cackled in my arms, stretching out his small hands to touch my hair.
“How was your day, Alexei?” I asked him, my eyes boring into his.
“Fine!” he called out and kept rambling on and on.
Honestly, I had no idea what he was talking about, but I indulged him anyway, smiling and nodding my head. His mother was laughing at me from across the field, and even Katerina was doing the same.
Later that night, it was my turn to tuck our little boy into bed, and I happily did it. I laid him down in his crib, never taking my eyes off his face as I brushed the back of my hand over his soft skin.
“Good night, buddy,” I mumbled, watching him fall asleep.
Quietly, I straightened, hovered over him for a minute, and then walked out of his nursery. I turned the lights off and closed the door behind me. My fingers combed through my hair as I strolled across the hallway to our master bedroom.
I slowed when I heard music coming from behind the closed door. My brows knitted together, accentuating the suspicion on my face. Unsure of what was happening or what my wife was up to, I grabbed the door handle and slowly pushed it open.
The soft classical music drifted lazily across the room as she stood beside a table, cradling a glass of red wine in her hand.
“Hello, handsome,” she said, her voice sweet and seductive.
My brows rose instantly at the sight of the goddess in my room. She was wearing red lingerie, the see-through fabric revealing her underpants and the curve of her breasts. The hem of the dress grazed her upper thighs, a tantalizing sight that made my cock swell in my pants.
I closed the door behind me and waltzed into the room, my lustful eyes fixed on her. “You look amazing—edible.”
“Oooh, edible…I like the sound of that,” she replied, seductively lifting her right shoulder while sipping from her glass.
I watched her raise her left leg and then place it on the nearest stool, teasing me with a glimpse between her thighs.
“You, Dikaya, are looking for trouble tonight,” I said softly, halting in front of her, my eyes roaming over her body.
“Tell me, Mr. Tarasov.” She bit her lower lip, slowly lifting the hem of her dress inches higher. “Will I find what I’m looking for?” Her fingers clutched the waistband of my pants, and she pulled me closer.
I traced my hand up her thigh, my movement slow and reverent. “It depends,” I whispered in her face, watching her body react to my touch.
“On what exactly?”
“On how badly you want it.” My hand found her panties and settled over her cunt.
She flinched in response, a soft gasp escaping her lips. “Dip your hand inside and tell me if I want it badly enough,” she whispered, staring directly into my eyes.
My lips twisted into a faint grin as I slipped my fingers underneath her panties.
She let out a quiet moan.
My middle finger slid through her slippery entrance—nice and easy. Her wetness was a clear indication of how badly she wanted me. “You naughty little devil,” I teased, driving my finger deeper inside her.
Her teeth grazed her lower lip as she gripped the edge of the table. “I’m naughty for you, Daddy,” she moaned in my face, her breath warm against my skin.
I slipped my free hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. We stared into each other’s eyes as I watched her break down before me. Her breath was shaky, and her grip tightened around the edge of the table for support.
“God, you know how to touch me.” She rolled her neck in a massaging motion, her legs slightly spreading apart for better access.
I slid my fingers up and down her pussy, her juice making the movement slippery and sweet.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” she whispered, letting out a series of soft purrs.
She ground her waist against my fingers, her tongue tracing the curve of my mouth. “Yeah.” A breathy moan fell from her lips. “Just like that….”
I kept the same rhythm, using only my fingers to make her feel like a woman. Unable to hold back anymore, she reached out and claimed my lips.
The kiss was tender and gentle, matching the pace of my finger inside her. Heads tilted sideways, tongues explored our mouths as we enjoyed the euphoria of our passion.
The deeper the kiss, the deeper I pushed inside her, reveling in the way her body writhed against me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, enjoying the look of pleasure plastered all over her face.
Her response was a sweet moan and a seductive stare.
I inserted a second finger, and her pussy stretched out to accommodate both.
“Oh, Nik, I love how you make me feel.”
Her words and the sound of her voice fanned the flames of my desire.
“Uh, yes.”
I dared to push three fingers in, and her eyes widened in ecstasy. Her mouth dropped open, and her hand snapped out to grab my shoulder. I looked into her eyes while finger-fucking her cunt and enjoying every moment of it.
“You’re killing me, Nik,” she moaned, her legs trembling subtly beneath her. “I’m all yours. My pussy belongs to you.”
I sealed her mouth with yet another kiss that she couldn’t resist while simultaneously fingering her cunt. Effortlessly, I lifted her into the air and carried her to the bed, where I laid her flat on her back.
She removed her panties and spread her legs, balancing on her elbows. Her eyes fixated on me with a seductive smile as I pressed my face between her thighs.
She let out a breathy moan, her hand reaching out to press my head further in.
I licked her entrance and sucked on her swollen clit while holding her thighs in place.
“Oh, my God—yes,” she whimpered, tugging at the sheets with her other hand.
I cleaned her plate, enjoying the taste of her juice in my mouth. My tongue worked its magic down there as I ate her pussy with a slow and reverent rhythm.
She arched her back in response, her hips rising to meet my mouth as if seeking more and more.
I ate her. And ate her. And ate her.
Blair’s legs trembled in the air, and her whole body was starting to shake like a leaf. “Oh, fuck, Nik, you’re gonna make me come.”
I ignored her announcement and kept eating, basking in the sweetness of her pussy.
Her fingers clutched the sheets tighter, and her back arched higher than before. “God, I’m coming!” she stressed the whisper, raising her waist more intently.
I still didn’t stop eating.
Even when her dam exploded in my face, I didn’t stop. I kept eating, feeling the warmth of her juice in my skin.
She cried out, her body shaking violently, but I still didn’t stop.
“Fuccckkk!”
Once I was sure that she was satisfied, I took my mouth off her cunt. Her back dropped to the mattress, and her thighs pulled together in an attempt to douse the sensation down her tunnel.
I rose to my feet, watching her tremble from an overdose of sheer pleasure.
“Fuck! That felt so good!” she exclaimed, laughing lightly.
“Did you like it?” I asked, joining her on the bed.
She looked at me with a radiant smile. “I loved it.” Her eyes bore into mine, her hand sliding under my shirt.
We held each other’s gaze for a moment until I broke the silence. “I love you, Blair.”
Her grin widened. “And I love you.” A playful laugh fell off her lips as she climbed on top of me. “You made me feel good. Now allow me to return the favor.”
She pulled down my pants and withdrew my cock, her seductive eyes locked to mine.
Even after all this time, our fire still burned as bright, and our love never grew cold.
Would it always be like this between us?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But whatever the future might hold for us, we would face it together. As a couple. As a family.
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THE END