Epilogue
EPILOGUE
KIARA
Six months later
The sound of shattering glass comes from downstairs, followed by a loud crash. I sit up in bed and look around my darkened room, blinking rapidly to clear the sleep from my eyes.
“Zyran,” I whisper, reaching out for him in the darkness, only for my hand to graze over the cool sheet on his side of the bed.
Where the hell is he?
“No, no, no.” Throwing the comforter off me, I get out of bed and grab my phone off the nightstand and the knife Zyran gave me out of the drawer.
I’m prepared this time.
Unlocking my phone to call the police, I tiptoe out of the room and down the stairs—careful to avoid the creaky ones—toward the living room, where the sound of the crash came from.
I type 9-1-1 into the keypad, but right before I push the green call button, a huge, hulking shadow passes over me.
“What do you think you’re doing, butterfly?” a deep, dark voice asks. I can’t see him, but I see the orange-red butt of a lit cigarette just feet away from me.
My phone slips from my hand as I take a step back. My stomach flutters with nerves, and a warmth spreads from my lower stomach to my core.
“Please,” I whisper, backing up until I’m pressed against the front door. The shadows aren’t doing anything to deter my urge to reach out and touch him. If anything, they make me want to throw myself into the darkness and let him take me.
I’m about to do just what when he holds up a hand to stop me.
“Not yet, baby,” he says before stepping out of the shadows to reveal himself dressed in black from head to toe, just like the first night we met. Even though his face is obscured by his ski mask, those deep blues will always be the first thing I see.
In his other hand, Zyran is clutching a black duffel bag. From where I’m standing, I can see it’s filled to the brim with all of my stuff.
“Get on your knees, Kiara,” he commands as he takes another step forward.
Without a second thought, I fall to my knees heavily; a little squeak of pain escapes me.
“Leave me alone,” I try to grit out, but there’s no bite to my tone. I’m so turned on right now, and I can’t think straight because Zyran is so close, and he smells so good despite the odor of cigarette smoke. All I want to do is unzip his pants and swallow his dick.
He looks down at me staring at his crotch and chuckles. “Hungry for me, baby?”
I bite my bottom and nod.
Zyran holds out the duffel bag and says, “Put your phone in the bag.”
I drop it inside without hesitation. He zips up the bag and tosses it out of the way.
One of these days, I’m going to find all the things he’s stolen from me. I hadn’t realized he’d still been taking my things until several pairs of underwear went missing. It wasn’t until then that I realized I’d lost a pair of shoes, a purse, and other small things.
Everything must have been insignificant if I hadn’t noticed they were gone, and I couldn’t be mad because I knew why Zyran was taking them—for the same reasons I get aroused by him taking my things. We were meant to be together; I just hate that it took so long for us to find each other.
Zyran puts out the cigarette in the ashtray by the front door and sticks his gloved hands into the pockets of his hoodie. “Take my cock out,” he says darkly.
Finally .
Quickly, I unzip his jeans and pull out his thick cock. My mouth begins to water at the sight of his thick, red head dripping with precum. I run my thumb over a juicy vein on the underside, teasing him.
He grunts and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Stop doing that and suck,” he says harshly.
I wrap my lips around him and slowly take him in until his head is hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water instinctively as I start to gag and choke on him.
Zyran threads his fingers through my hair and pushes himself far into my mouth and holds me there. “Swallow,” he says, but I struggle against him to get him to let go because I’m for sure going to puke.
“I’m not letting go until you swallow, butterfly.” His tone is harsh, and I know that I have no other choice but to do what he says so he’ll let go.
Calming myself down, I swallow once, then twice, before he finally lets go. I pull away from him and keel over, coughing and gasping.
“You know I don’t like when you do that, Zyran,” I manage to get out in between heaves. That couldn’t be further from the truth, actually; I love when he gets this way.
He reaches down and runs a hand over my cheek. “Sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.”
One minute, I’m on the floor, and the next, Zyran’s throwing me over his shoulder and walking down the hall to the living room. He plops me onto the couch and rips my shorts off before spreading my legs wide open.
In one slow, perfect swipe, Zyran licks me from my ass to my clit. My head falls back as I moan from the feel of him. I flick my thumbs over my hardened nipples to get more stimulation while he teases my throbbing clit.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says darkly before sticking a gloved finger inside my hot pussy.
I arch my back and cry as his finger grazes my g-spot. The other plays with my asshole while he licks me like I’m a fucking lollipop. His lips are so soft and gentle as he feasts on me—the intense pleasure drives me crazy.
“Zyran,” I breathe when I start to feel my orgasm coming on quickly. He takes the hand that’s playing with my ass away, and the thumping of the couch lets me know he’s jerking himself off so we can come together.
Fuck, this feels so good. I’ve never experienced the kind of sex I’ve been having with Zyran with anyone else. He knows my body so well, knows exactly what I want, and gives it to me every single time.
When he grunts against me, I know he’s about to come. The pressure is building between my legs, and I don’t know if I can wait for him.
“ Zyran ,” I whimper again, grinding furiously against his tongue to chase that inevitable high.
He pulls away and starts rubbing my clit as he says, “Come, Kiara.”
So, I do—all over his fingers. He stands up so his cum shoots out all over me as he orgasms, too. The living room is filled with nothing but the sounds of our pleasured moans and heavy breathing, the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat filling the air.
When we finally calm down, Zyran scoops me up and sits me on his lap. We sit there in a comfortable silence for so long that neither of us makes a move to get up until the sun starts to come up. Only then do we get off the couch and head upstairs to take a shower.
Well, that’s the intention, but as soon as he pulls off his mask to reveal that beautiful face, I’m powerless to keep my hands off him. He carries me into the shower, where we once again reignite that carnal desire between us.
Nothing and no one else matters but him. I’m excited for what the future holds for us. Even though I never envisioned a moment where I didn’t have Yolanda by my side, I’m still learning to exist in a world where we’re not friends.
I miss her so much, but she’s made it perfectly clear that she wants nothing to do with me. Maybe I should have chosen her over Zyran, but he makes me feel something that no one else has ever been able to—he makes me feel alive , less alone in this world, with my wicked fantasies that no one understands.
Hopefully, we can reconcile our friendship in the future, but for now I’m excited to create a life with Zyran—my soulmate.
THE END