Epilogue - Simon
It’s been four months since Selene said yes to marrying me.
Four months since we ended her father’s reign of terror over her and the twins. And me. Four months of peace and happiness in my family.
And these have been the four best months of my entire life. Yet somehow, I know that each passing moment with her will only lead to even more happiness.
We haven’t heard a word from Alek or her other brothers.
Only Yakov. Selene and he exchange phone calls and messages in secret, behind her father’s back.
Nothing like spying or feeding information, just checking in to make sure everyone is okay.
Selene still longs to build a relationship with her other brothers, but so far, they have not been interested in talking to her.
Maybe one day. Maybe not. For now, she has my brothers, and they treat her exactly like they treat my sisters.
Selene is smiling; she’s always smiling lately. She’s excitedly preparing food in the kitchen for one of her favorite nights of the week. Family night, hosted by her in her home, our home, where she can cook for my whole family.
I know how much these dinners mean to her.
Firstly, she’s never had a home where she felt safe, where she truly felt it was her home. Secondly, she’s never had a family like this.
Every single one of my brothers and my sisters, and my brothers’ wives, all treat her like she is one of us. And they spoil the twins rotten. So rotten, I have actually asked them to calm down and stop buying them things, but my brothers refuse.
“Volkovs live like kings,” Adrian teased when he gave Arron his own tiny replica of a Bronco. One that, to my horror, really drives. It has made my evening runs a lot more exciting and tense.
“What’s the time?” Selene calls from the kitchen.
I scoop Solenne off my lap and set her down next to her brother despite her protests. “You have plenty of time, princess. It’ll be another half an hour before they arrive.” But just as I say it, Raya bursts through the front door.
“I’m here!” she calls out. The twins are on their feet, slamming into their favorite aunt with the full force of two hyped up five-year-olds. “Raaaay!” Arron shouts, clinging to her leg.
I grin and give her a side hug, working around the twins.
“I thought I’d come early so I can give Selene a hand. She always worries that everything has to be perfect.”
“Thank you, she’s in the kitchen,” I tell Raya as I bend down to pry Solenne off her leg.
“Nooo,” Solenne complains, but while she’s complaining, Sofie arrives.
“Sofeeeee!” Solenne squeals in delight, scrambling from my hands to slam into her other favorite aunt, along with Arron.
“Ufff,” Sofie gasps, “You two are getting so big. When do you turn six? It’s close, isn’t it?”
“In eleven days!” Arron says proudly. “We took a picture on the wall so we can cross off the days!”
“Eleven days! Oh, my goodness. Are you going to get taller?” Sofie teases.
Matvei and his wife arrive next, closely followed by Adrian, Athena, and all the rest of them.
The penthouse becomes a bubbling, happy party of conversation as everyone talks at once, pouring drinks, biting into the snacks Selene prepared, and helping her carry the dinner dishes to the dining room table.
This is everything I ever wanted. Whether I knew it or not, it’s everything I could ever dream of.
As we all sit around the table, the noise level increases and the laughter gets louder. Matvei praises Selene’s cooking, making her blush. Adrian teases her about spoiling me too much, saying I don’t deserve it.
“Well, when you stop spoiling the twins too much, then I’ll stop spoiling your brother,” she taunts back.
“Oh, well, that’s not going to happen,” Adrian shrugs.
Matvei taps on his glass, and the sound brings everyone to a hushed quiet.
He stands and grins. “I just wanted to say a few things. I love these dinners. I love having my whole family around me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing Simon as happy as he is, and honestly, we never thought we’d be able to find him a wife, I mean, look at him, he’s…”
“Hey, watch yourself,” Selene cuts in.
Matvei laughs. “No, in all seriousness, Selene… thank you for these wonderful dinners you make for us. It’s easy for all of us to tell that your love language is cooking, feeding people, and making them feel welcome in your home.
We hope that you know, from the bottom of our hearts, that you are a part of this family.
Through and through. And we wouldn’t want it any other way. ”
“Hear here!” My brothers shout.
Selene blushes, and I brush my hand over her leg under the table.
Dinner goes on late. Raya puts the twins to bed, happy for the chance because it’s one of her favorite things.
The rest of us make quick work of cleaning up, doing the dishes, and making the place look as good as new. Then, one by one, everyone says their goodbyes and leaves.
Adrian and Athena are the last to wave goodbye, and when we close the door behind them, Selene breathes a sigh of happiness.
“Are you tired, princess?” I ask, pulling her into my arms.
“I’m… content. I am so content that I couldn’t wish for a single damn thing to make me more content than I am right now,” she smiles.
I brush my hand down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing gently.
“You don’t need anything? Anything at all?” I smirk as I look down at her. Instantly, her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Well… need and want are different things. Although… I both need and want…”
I press my lips over hers to silence her with a kiss.
As soon as I do, my body spikes, heating with need. She moans against my mouth, her hands knotting in the fabric of my shirt as she pulls me closer, tugging at me.
I push harder against her mouth to deepen the kiss as I slip my hands beneath her jersey, slowly brushing them upwards and dragging the item of clothes off her. She leans back for a moment as I pull the jersey over her head and toss it aside.
My chest tightens when I see what she’s wearing underneath.
“Fuck I love these,” I growl as I brush my fingers over the sheer emerald fabric of her lingerie. “If I knew you were wearing these tonight, we never would have made it through dinner!”
She giggles. “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
She wiggles, kicking her jeans off so that she is standing in front of me in nothing but the lingerie.
My cock is rock hard and throbbing at the sight of her.
She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
Playfully, she brushes her fingers over my jeans, teasing my cock so that it throbs harder. Her breasts are pushing against the sheer fabric, her nipple hard. I clench my jaw, wondering if I should go slow or just take her like I want to.
Selene slowly bites her lip, and my mind is made up.
I grab her by the waist and lift her off her feet, and she squeals in delight as I carry her to the sofa.
“I can…” she begins, but I set her down and spin her around so that her ass is facing me as I push her over the back of the sofa.
“Oh,” she gasps in surprise as I push her legs apart and stand behind her.
“You can what, princess?” I ask in a low growl. “You can do exactly what I say?”
“Yes,” she nods.
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers seductively.
I grab the button of my jeans and tug them open. My cock springs free, veins popping along the shaft.
“Good girl,” I growl. She giggles, naughty and playful, and wiggles her butt at me. I land a soft slap against her ass cheek. A warning.
She glances at me over her shoulder, and I can see the defiance in her eyes. She wants to play.
In a flash, she tries to scramble onto the sofa to escape me. But as usual, I am quicker. I grab her hips and tug her down, pushing her face-first onto the sofa. She gasps, arching her ass towards me.
This time, when I slap it, I slap it hard. The sheer fabric of her beautiful lingerie offers no protection, and a red handprint glows on her smooth, perfect skin.
“Do you want another one or are you going to behave?” I growl.
A giggle escapes her lips again, and she tries to wiggle forward. I lift her hips, so her ass is arched higher, her pussy on display against the sheer fabric. I swing my hand and land another slap across the same ass cheek, but this time I let my fingers graze her pussy.
She gasps in shock and pleasure. Her cheeks flush pink, and she bites her lip.
She looks so fucking beautiful when she submits to me. I love how she teases me, how she pushes me. And now I can see how her body has given in to me. She’s too turned on to even pretend to fight.
And I’m too turned on to be gentle.
I hook my finger beneath her panties and tug them to the side. Kneeling behind her on the sofa, I position my cock against her pussy.
Then I thrust forward, slamming into her until I am buried to the base.
She cries out with pleasure, and her fingers dig into the sofa pillows.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps.
I slide out again, and this time when I thrust into her, I slap her ass at the same time. Her pussy clenches as the surprise of it ripples through her. I groan with pleasure as she melts beneath me.
“You belong to me, princess,” I tell her.
She nods, “I belong to you,” she gasps. “Forever.”
“And your pussy is mine,” I snarl.
“It’s yours. All of me is yours.” She can barely speak as I begin to fuck her harder and faster.
My cock slides inside her, coated in her arousal, slick with her honey.
Her pussy is the most perfect thing in the world.
It’s as though she were made for me, to fit me exactly.
The way our bodies move together is more than just pleasure.
It’s a connection beyond anything I could ever explain.
My heart aches with how much love I have for this woman, and when we make love, it heightens everything.
She is everything.
Selene’s legs are beginning to shake as I pound into her, push my cock deep inside her, and grip her hips to pull her hard against me. I grind myself against her, and she moans so sweetly I almost explode.
“Come on my cock, princess. Come all over me. I want to feel your pleasure,” I demand.
Selene begins to rock against me, pushing harder, moving in circles as I thrust rhythmically into her.
My cock is growing harder and harder inside her. Her pussy is tightening around me.
Her muscles are spasming and convulsing.
Suddenly, she erupts. Her body goes rigid, and her fingers claw at the pillows. She cries out, and her pussy tightens so much that I can’t help exploding at the same time. Together we ride the wave of pleasure that steals us away, pulling us closer, making us one.
When it’s over, Selene collapses onto the sofa, lying face down with a massive smile on her face.
“Ok, now I’m content. I was wrong before,” she giggles.
I lie my body over hers, trapping her beneath me.
My cock is still hard inside her.
I trace kisses over her neck, brushing her hair to the side so I can brush my fingers over her perfect skin.
“I fucking love you so much it hurts,” I whisper against her ear.
Her pussy throbs.
“You’re turning me on again,” she warns me.
“We have all the time in the world, princess,” I smirk as my cock begins to move again.
Selene giggles, arching herself against me again.
This time will be slower. I will take my time with her and savor every moment. The same way I will savor every moment of the rest of our lives together.
I am the luckiest man in the universe. And I will spend every day showing her how much I love her.
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THE END