Epilogue
Drystan
“Drystan…” Briar moans my name as I bend her over the heavy oak desk, her breasts pressed against the cool wood, ass raised perfectly for me.
“Breathe, my love,” I whisper, voice dark and rough.
I pour the oil over her ass, watching it drip down between her cheeks.
My hand spreads it slowly, coating every inch.
I kiss down her spine, teeth grazing her skin, then press one thick finger against her tight hole.
It slides in easily with the slickness. I groan at how she clenches around me.
“Such a good fucking girl for me.”
I add a second finger, stretching her open, scissoring slowly while she whimpers. My cock is rock-hard. I pull my fingers out and line up the thick head, rubbing it against her entrance.
She tenses. “Oh—it hurts—”
“I know it does, baby,” I chuckle low, dark hunger threading through my voice. “It always hurts at first… then you come so hard you forget your own name.” I grip her hip with one hand, the other fisting her hair. “Now count them for me, Briar. Every single one.”
I start pushing in.
“One,” she breathes shakily as the first piercing pops inside her tight ass.
“Two… Three—Oh God.” Her back arches hard. I reach around her hip and find her clit, already soaked and swollen. I circle it slowly, teasing, while I keep pressing forward.
“Four… Five—” Her voice breaks. Her hips start pushing back against me, greedy despite the pain. I growl in approval and thrust a little deeper.
“Six… Seven… Eight—” She screams as the last bar sinks in and I bottom out, balls deep, buried completely inside her. The feeling is fucking obscene—hot, vise-tight, perfect.
“That’s it,” I snarl, voice completely unhinged. “Move those hips. Fuck yourself on my cock like the desperate little wife you are.”
I slap her ass hard, the sound cracking through the office. She moans and obeys, rocking back against me. I meet her with brutal thrusts, slamming into her again and again. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with her broken moans and my low growls.
“Harder… please, Drystan—”
I grip her hips with bruising force and give her exactly what she begs for—relentless, deep strokes that make her whole body jolt forward on the desk. My fingers work her clit faster, rougher, pinching and rubbing until her legs start to shake.
“Fuck, Briar,” I groan, teeth clenched. “You feel so goddamn tight. So fucking perfect. This ass was made for me. Only me.”
I keep pounding into her, savage and possessive, my balls tightening as her walls flutter around every piercing. Her body suddenly convulses, back bowing hard.
“Oh God—Drystan!” She screams my name as her orgasm rips through her, ass clenching rhythmically around my cock.
I don’t stop. I thrust through it, harder, chasing my own release.
My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave fresh bruises—marks I’ll kiss later.
With a guttural groan I bury myself to the hilt and come, spilling deep inside her in hot, pulsing waves.
“Mine,” I rasp against her back as I fill her.
We stay locked together, breathing hard. I lean over her, pressing soft kisses along her spine while my cock twitches inside her.
“That felt so good…” she mumbles, voice wrecked.
“My beautiful wife,” I say softly, lips brushing her skin. I stay buried a moment longer before slowly pulling out, watching with dark satisfaction as my cum drips from her used hole down her thighs. “Look at that pretty mess. My cum leaking out of you… fuck, I love seeing you like this.”
She chuckles softly, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. I turn her around, kiss her slow and deep, then scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
While she showers, I head down to the garden. The black hellebore are blooming beautifully as winter approaches, my favorite time of year for them. I built a taller wall around the entire property.
She didn’t want her father’s life insurance money after the police found his burned body, so she gave it to the twins.
“They kept you alive,” she said to justify it.
Jealousy coiled tight in my chest but I ignored it. They may have helped, but I’m the one who brought her back. I’m the one who keeps her safe now.
On the other hand, I took all of my father’s money. Every last cent. I sold every business, every property, and poured it into more remodeling of the mansion and turning it into an impenetrable fortress for us.
“Where is your wife?” Lucille asks, eyes sparkling.
I smile. “Taking a shower.” I turn as Lucille beams, holding up a cup of tea and a soft blanket.
“I got us a warm drink and a blanket.” She winks. “So we can gossip.”
I nod. “Sounds like a good plan.”
“And you need to leave, it’s girls only.” She smiles. “Try not to kill anyone while you’re gone.”
“I haven’t in two years,” I lie smoothly. I have. More than a dozen times. Everyone who helped my father still needed to be erased. Permanently.
Lucille has been coming here almost every week since she was released from the hospital. She has a slight limp, but that’s the only visible scar left from the attack. She’s become one of the very few people I can tolerate in our home.
“Oh, here’s our beautiful lady,” Lucille praises as Briar appears, wearing soft leggings and one of my hoodies, her black hair in a high, wet ponytail. She kept it black. I don’t mind. She looks as hauntingly beautiful as a black hellebore in full bloom.
Lucille spreads the blanket over the garden bench, Briar holds her hands and they both sit.
I walk over and kneel between her thighs. Leaning in, I press a slow kiss on her pink lips and head back toward the mansion. I pour myself a glass of bourbon and stop in front of the large painting of the two of us.
My life is no longer an endless darkness. It has light and hope and the sound of my wife’s laughter.
But the beast inside me never truly sleeps. It only waits—starving, patient, and vicious—ready to tear apart anyone who dares threaten what is mine.
THE END