Epilogue 1 - Phoenix #2
“No!” he screams just as she tilts the phone in his direction to show him the video of him calling me Daddy, with a hard dick and zero shame.
“Good job, baby,” I murmur, grinning away at Greg. “Now let’s go.”
“What about me?” Greg shouts, his wrists still bound to the bed.
“We’ll let the front desk know there’s a man in here shouting for help on the way out.”
“I’m naked!”
Shannen glances back at him. “You know, that’s a pretty talented little penis you’ve got there, because honestly, you can’t see anything. It’s like it hid from embarrassment.”
“Don’t do this!” he calls as I throw an arm around my wife’s shoulder and guide her to the door.
We don’t respond or look back, and why the hell would we?
The second we hit the hallway, I slam her into the wall, hard enough to make her gasp, pin her there with my body, and crush my mouth to hers. My hand drags up her thigh, and when I find nothing but skin underneath her dress, I groan low into her throat.
“Are you trying to piss me off?”
“A little… Now be good for me and touch me. You earned it after all that.”
I groan as my tongue pushes into her mouth, swallowing that little sound she makes when she melts for me.
My hand is already between her thighs, sliding two fingers into her, and fuck—she’s always so ready for me to touch her.
I pull my fingers out slowly, watching her eyelids flutter, and suck them clean, then grab her hand and lead her down the hallway toward the stairwell.
“The car’s waiting outside. You think you can make it that far without me fucking you?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Good.” I tighten my grip on her hand, moving faster now, nearly dragging her. “Neither can I.”
We hit the stairwell, and I don’t even make it two steps before I’ve got her pressed against the concrete wall. Her back connects with a thud, and I’m already shoving her dress up around her waist. One leg hooks over my hip as I press into her, trapping her between the cold wall and my body.
“Here?” She laughs, already breathless, her eyes on fire with adrenaline.
“Right fucking here.”
“Someone could—”
“No one’s going to see shit.” My hand is already between us, tugging at my sweatpants and freeing my cock, my other hand braced against the wall beside her face.
“This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn, lining up and dragging the tip along her soaked entrance just to hear the wet sound it makes. “Now give me your mouth.”
I capture her lips, swallowing her gasp as I slam into her in one brutal thrust that tears a moan from both of us.
“Fuck!” Her head knocks back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, her hands clawing at my shoulders and holding on for dear life as I drive into her over and over.
“Look at me,” I demand, grabbing her jaw and guiding those gold eyes that own my entire fucking soul back to me. “Can you be quiet for me, pretty girl, or do I need to cover your mouth?”
“Kiss me.”
“Show me my ring first.” She lifts her left hand immediately, and I catch it, lacing my fingers with hers, feeling the metal band press between our palms.
“My fucking wife,” I growl, slamming into her so hard the concrete wall scrapes the skin on my knuckles. “You feel that? That’s what it means to wear my name.”
Her whole body locks up, thighs trembling, her pussy gripping me like she’s trying to drag my soul out through my cock.
“I want you to soak me in that tight little cunt before someone walks in and sees you getting fucked by your husband.”
“Holy shit—” the words die on her tongue as I drive into her three more times, and with one last bruising kiss, we both come.
I hold her there against the wall, neither of us moving, just breathing each other in.
“I love you,” I eventually manage, pressing my forehead to hers.
“I know.” She smiles against my mouth, breathless and so beautiful. “Now get me in that car before someone finds us like this.”
I chuckle and pull back, just enough to fix her dress—smoothing the wrinkled fabric over her thighs while she catches her breath. I adjust myself, tuck everything back into place, and try to pretend I’m not already thinking about round two.
Shannen just got a little taste of what I’ve spent years becoming—what I’ve had to be to make every fucker who hurt her pay for it in ways they’ll never forget. Even if Greg hadn’t tortured her back in school, he still doesn’t deserve his wife, which is how I think Shannen justifies it in her mind.
Not entirely for revenge… but for balance.
My wife has a darkness in her, but she isn’t cruel. She’d never hurt people for fun, only if they’ve earned it. However, today I got to watch her step out of her own cage, and it was magnificent.
We make it down the stairs and out to the waiting car. I help her into the back seat, like the gentleman I definitely am not, then slide in beside her.
The second the door closes, she turns to me, the fire in her eyes still wild, and adrenaline still pumping through her veins.
“Is it bad that I liked it?”
“No, baby.” I bring her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. “There’s nothing wrong with refusing to let the bad people win. Someone has to fight for justice when the world won’t.”
We sit there in the quiet darkness of the car as it pulls away from the hotel, leaving Greg tied to a bed, his entire life in ruins, and neither of us feels even a little bit sorry about it.