Epilogue – Dominik
Four years later
Call it perfect. Try to define it. I don’t think anything could come close to what I was blessed with.
Yes. A gift. I—well, my family—we built this legacy, maybe through crime, but we remain in the shadows, so far removed from the light that it’s hard to see us.
Which is why chance encounters, like the one I had with Maya, will forever be treasured.
Amid an escort of five cars, my black Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up to the huge gate, which opened to let us into the Sharov residence. Armed men in dark suits stood at the gate, and in shadows of the oak trees along the drive, there were more.
This was my home, and I had made it a fortress fit to protect all that mattered to me in the world—it was all here.
The escort accompanied me all the way to the entrance of the mansion, right up to its massive, towering columns. On the steps leading to the house stood Maya and our twins, Anna and Mikhail, all with smiles on their faces.
To me, that was the best part of it all—not the opulence of the mansion, not the expansive grounds and manicured gardens—my family.
Artem emerged from the front passenger’s side and opened the backseat door for me. I stepped out, only to be greeted by the most adorable sight: Anna and Mikhail running towards me.
I watched my wife’s juicy ass sway as she walked into the house, and my cock stirred in my pants. Fuck. I adjusted myself, my jaw ticking.
Anna and Mikhail reached the base of the steps; dashing across the short space between us, they reached their little arms toward me. I stooped to gather them both in arms, and rested there, enjoying their warmth.
“Anna,” I called, and her grin broadened.
“Yes, Papa?”
I looked to Mikhail. “Mikhail.”
“Yes, Papa?”
“How are you both doing?”
They chorused, “Fine.”
Then Anna added, “But I caught Mikhail playing with Jennifer.”
Of course. Her doll.
“Did he spoil her?” I asked.
Mikhail stepped in to defend himself. “No, Papa. She was just being mean about it. She didn’t want me playing with her toys.”
“But Mikhail, you have your own toys.”
“Not as much as Anna.”
I began walking into the house. “Do you want more toys, like Anna?”
“More cars. And toy soldiers. A lot of them. Anna likes to make some my soldiers ride her teddy.”
Their laughter was infectious, and their smiles were enough to draw the joy out of me. They were both just four years old, and there was nothing that I wouldn’t do for them.
There was nothing as fulfilling as family. Of course, the usual temptations always came after business meetings, in the form of sexy ladies in lingerie and, sometimes, exposed breasts and the like.
However, I had a wife whose body was superior to every other lady. I would rather bask in her warmth than in that of any other.
Men eyed her whenever we were out together. She turned heads and made jaws drop. She burned bright with no threat to burn out, and that alone kept my virility active.
The love I felt for Maya was staggering. Women had only ever been playthings to me; none had stirred any emotion apart from lust and possession—but with Maya, it was more than that. Much more. Fuck.
Even the thought of Maya turned me on. It was troublesome in business meetings whenever she crossed my mind, which was nearly all the time. The sight of a lady—or anything sexy, really—would send my mind racing back towards her.
With my children still in my arms, I walked into the house to meet the nanny, Mary.
She grinned and bowed. “Welcome, Mister Sharov.”
“Thank you, Mary.” I set both Anna and Mikhail down, giving them each a small push toward their nanny.
She smiled down at them. “Alright, kids. Time to go have your bath.”
The twins grumbled, but did not protest. I watched them leave with love in my heart.
Silence fell around me, then a sweet smell called from the kitchen; it was powerful enough that my stomach growled, and I went to see what was cooking in the kitchen.
I stalked through the house, literally tiptoeing, but as I drew near to the delicious aroma, Maya’s head poked out, surprising me.
“Caught you.” She retreated into the kitchen with a smirk.
Sighing, I abandoned my attempts at stealth. I reached the kitchen entrance, desperately eager to see what was sweetly assaulting the entire building; I was certain the smell had traveled to every corner of the mansion by now. Maya was that good of a cook.
“And welcome back,” she said, planting a kiss on my cheek as I approached. “I missed you.” Her eyes lingered on me for a moment before she returned to the beautiful chaos in front of her.
“What are you up to?” I asked, looking around the spacious kitchen. “And where is the chef?”
“I gave him the night off.” She didn’t look up again, intent on her preparations. “He’s always here, and I thought he deserved a night with family—as I do with you.”
Seeing her take charge gave me a hard on. I tried to suppress my body’s inevitable reaction to her presence, but I just couldn’t.
Maya deigned to glance at me. “I hope you’re not offended I sent him home.”
I raised a brow. “Do I have a choice?”
She shook her head. “No. And even if you did mind, I can think of a few things that might take your mind off it.” Winking, she pursed her lips and blew a kiss my way.
I slowly stared her up and down, her skirt framing her ass like a delectable meal. Even the stained apron around her middle did nothing to diminish her beauty; if anything, the domestic apparel only made her more appealing.
She flashed me one of her breasts and, covering it back up, returned to cooking.
Be patient. I am patient. But I wasn’t sure just how long I could keep singing that tune to myself.
Maya turned off the gas burner and stared at the pot, raising a spoon to her full, pink lips. “Perfect,” she said with a smile.
Somehow, I was already behind her, my arms snaking around her torso to cup her breasts. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer,” I murmured. “Seeing you in that apron is doing interesting things to me.”
She chuckled, slightly breathless. “Maybe that was the idea.”
“Who’s wicked now?”
I spun her to face me.
“That has always been me.” Her hand gently massaged the bulge in trousers. “I see someone is ready to come home.”
I glanced at the door, just a reflex action that Maya caught.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “Mary took the kids for their bath.”
“My wife is such a smart cookie.” I tapped a finger against my temple as I herded her against the wall, and she looked up at me through dark lashes.
“What can I say?” Maya smiled, slow and sultry. “You taught me well.”
My restraint broke, and I raised her skirt up to expose her lacy undies, moving them aside. Her fingers went to my belt, helping me unbuckle and unzip, exposing my cock. Her mouth opened, and her eyes glazed over as her lips parted with excitement.
“Oh, Dominik,” she breathed, placing her palms against my chest.
“Legs around my waist,” I ordered, supporting her weight even as she rested against the wall.
She quickly obeyed, wrapping her legs around me as her fingers pushed at the waistband of my pants, and I allowed her to take me in her grasp. My trousers fell to my ankles, but I didn’t bother to kick them free. As I pulled her into me, she leaned forward as our mouths closed together, her tongue pushing past mine as she guided me inside her tight, warm sheath. The heat was incredible, and I groaned quietly.
My fingers dug into her hips while I kissed her passionately. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced in the kiss, and I loved when her voice matched mine; the sound was music to my ears.
Our kisses grew desperate. She held onto my shoulders as I rocked into her; she lifted her legs, pushing them up, and I took the chance to slide in deeper. Our breaths mingled until she cried out for more. I took over and drove deep into her, the feel of her inner walls gripping around me sending a surge of lust through my veins.
“Papa!”
We heard Anna’s voice. The sound was like a bucket of cold water over our passion. I looked to the doorway, where Anna and Mikhail’s pattering footsteps drifted down the hall, growing louder by the second.
Quickly pulling my diminishing cock out of Maya, I bent, snatching my trousers and pulling them up to my waist, before turning to smile as the twins appeared in the doorway.
“Come to Papa,” I said, plastering a smile on my face as I beckoned to Mikhail.
He rushed toward me and jumped onto my lap. Anna followed quickly, and I hugged both of them and kissed the top of each of their heads. I felt Maya watching me with those eyes that were the only things that had ever captured my heart.
“Papa, I got to take a bath.”
I nodded and released them, knowing I’d be right behind them. I turned to Maya, who continued to stare at me intently; finally, she tore her gaze away, turning back to the stovetop to finish preparing dinner.
Later, as we ate, I wondered what I’d done to deserve a family such as mine. We were a happy bunch, such a contrast to the serious atmosphere of the Bratva. Such different people, yet we all shared a common goal, and I would be forever grateful to be included in that. If it hadn’t been for Maya, I’d never have known how much love my heart could hold.
After dinner, we went outside. The air cooled as the setting sun touched the horizon, bringing with it the scent of spring. Maya looked radiant against a glowing backdrop of pink as twilight settled over the ground.
Her arms reached up, and as she touched the sky she sighed, content.
“Beautiful,” I said and wrapped my arm around her.
“It really is,” she replied, staring at the horizon.
I followed her gaze, then smiled, shaking my head. “Yes, but that’s not what I was talking about.”
Her eyes met mine, and her cheeks grew pink as she realized that I’d been talking about her. She had always been so serious, so logical, insisting on finishing up her degree even though we both knew she’d never work in the justice department.
Luckily, she seemed content to stay home with the children—who were a handful, even with a full-time nanny—at least for now. I prayed it would last, because I loved this feeling. It was a feeling of belonging, of being wanted, loved, and cherished. It was a feeling called Home.
Nothing could compare to being really, truly, home.
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THE END