Epilogue - Anya
It’s been three months since Kris and Emmanuil formed an alliance, and while most people are happy with this arrangement, my father has made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to let either of them get away with it.
Up till this point, though, he hasn’t done anything.
While it is still worrying, I know I’m safe in San Diego, and my father isn’t stupid enough to try and take Kristopher on.
But today isn’t the day for worrying, although I’m worried anyway. But about other things.
“Em?” I call out, hurrying through the house in search of him.
“In here,” he shouts from the kitchen.
I bolt into the kitchen. “They’ll be here any minute,” I squeal, stressed beyond belief.
Emmanuil laughs calmly and grabs my arm, tugging me against his broad chest. “Stop worrying, kitten. What has you in such a panic?”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever hosted your family.
I want it to be perfect. And my brother and Georgie will also be here, and I want everyone to feel welcome and happy and—“ He presses his lips over mine, his mouth cutting off my words.
He often silences my panic with a kiss, and it works every time.
My body melts against his broad chest, and my heartbeat slows.
When he can feel the tension has left me, he pulls away and looks at me, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. “My family has been here a hundred times. And Kris and Georgie already met them when we went to the restaurant together. There is nothing to worry about. It’ll be perfect,” he reassures me.
He looks me up and down. “I love this color on you,” he says, tugging at my chunky pale blue sweater.
“I know,” I sass, “that’s why I chose to wear it.”
“And what color are you wearing underneath this?” he whispers against my ear, rocking his hips against me. I giggle and push him away. “Stop that, you can’t distract me with your gorgeousness. I have to be the perfect host.“
“You already are a kitten. Everyone adores you.”
The front door opens, and I hear Kira shout my name.
“Girl, where are you? It’s time for cocktails,” she shouts.
I giggle, smiling at Emmanuil. “You’re right. I’m worrying for nothing.” I sigh, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him again. “Thank you for always keeping me calm.”
“Get a room,” Katya groans, walking into the kitchen.
“They have a room. They have a whole house of rooms,” Kira argues.
“Detach yourselves,” Katya commands. “Kira and I have so many stories to tell you about our travels.” They just returned from the trip Emmanuil sent them on for Katya’s birthday.
I can’t believe so much time has passed.
It feels like just yesterday that I was at her pool party, stressed over whether or not the man of my dreams could ever love me.
Emmanuil playfully slaps my ass and steps away from me. “She’s all yours, for now,” he says to his cousins.
The girls drag me to the living room, where we have a fire going. It’s winter, and at night the air gets sharp with cold. But inside it’s cozy and warm, and I’ve arranged for the chef to make a rich lamb stew for a perfect winter-themed dinner.
Katya walks straight to the bar and starts making drinks. “Next time we travel, you one hundred percent have to come with us. Even if it means Emmanuil comes, too, and we have to put up with him. It’ll be worth it to have you there.” She grins, pouring too much vodka into each glass.
Kira flops down onto the sofa. “We have to show you all our photos. It was the best time ever.”
I hear Emmanuil and Ardalion laughing. Belle comes through to join the girls, shortly after, followed by Georgie. I leap up and run to hug her, crashing into my friend with force.
“Yay, you made it. How was your exam? I already know you aced it, but tell me all about it,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the bar, where Katya has already made her drink.
“I aced it,” Georgie grins at me. Every one of the girls screams in excitement and lifts their glass.
“Thank goodness, we’ll have a proper shrink in the family,” Katya laughs. “Someone has to sort out all of us crazies.”
“You’re way past help,” Kira teases her sister.
“Oh, shush, you’re weirder than I am,” Katya retorts.
“Belle, did you go to that boutique I told you about?” Kira asks, turning to Ardalion’s wife.
Belle does a little curtsey and spins to show us her long-sleeved soft wool dress that she’s wearing with leather boots. “What do you think?”
“I knew you’d love that place. The moment I saw it, I thought of you. Everything in there is your style.”
“I bought a lot,” Belle laughs. “Poor Ard was so patient with me, giving me his opinion on everything I tried on.”
“You’re lucky you found someone who has the patience to shop with you,” Kira laughs. “One day, I dream of having a man like that.”
Ardalion and Emmanuil come through to the living room, followed by my brother. “Kris.” I hurry to hug him hello. “Welcome to our home,” I grin, gesturing around the cozy living room, filled with all the people I love most in the world.
“Whatever is cooking smells so damn good,” he says, hugging me tight.
“It’s your favorite.”
“Lamb stew. You’re getting a five-star review,” he teases me.
Emmanuil steps to my side, and I lean against him, snuggling under his arm while our friends and family laugh and talk and drink a little too much vodka.
His cousins tell the most hilarious stories of what they got up to while traveling.
Every now and then, someone throws another log into the fireplace, and my heart is so filled with love and happiness that I can barely contain myself.
My brother and Emmanuil sit opposite each other at the table, talking as though they’re old friends.
Ardalion and Kris are getting along great, too, and the three men have an alliance that I think would set fear into any of their rivals.
Our families are strong. And we’re all very protective of each other.
Despite my fear about what my father has planned, I know he will be in for more of a fight than he can imagine if he tries anything.
Dinner is fantastic, and the whole evening is perfect.
But by the time we usher our last guest out, I’m yawning, holding onto Emmanuil, and wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with him.
He closes the door and pulls me into his arms, lifting me, cradling me against his chest. “Hi, kitten,” he whispers against my cheek, kissing gently over my face.
“Hi, gorgeous,” I grin, snuggling into him.
“I’ve waited all night to find out,” he says as he carries me upstairs to our bedroom.
“To find out what?” I ask, confused.
“What color you have on underneath this beautiful blue sweater.”
I start giggling, shaking my head. “You were thinking about it at the dinner table, weren’t you?” I grin.
“And when we were sitting by the fire,” he nods.
“Do you want the answer?” I ask, mischief in my eyes.
“Well, I planned to look for myself.” He knits his brows.
“No color,” I tell him.
His mouth drops open, and he walks faster, hurrying to the room.
“You are very lucky you kept that a secret, Anya. I would have dragged you up here in the middle of dinner if I’d found out.”
“I thought about telling you at the table, whispering it in your ear, but I know you too well,” I grin.
He throws me onto the bed, and I squeal in fright.
He grabs my ankle and pulls me back to the edge. Leaning over the bed, he presses his hand into the mattress on either side of my head. “You’re asking to be punished, aren’t you?”
“But I’ve been good,” I bite my lip, staring up at him.
“You’ve been keeping secrets,” he growls, grabbing the button of my jeans and pulling them open.
He tugs them down, slipping my jeans off my legs and throwing them over his shoulder.
“Nothing,” he growls, brushing his hands up my thigh, between my legs, and over my pussy—where I’m not wearing any underwear at all.
“Mmm,” he growls with pleasure, slipping one finger inside me.
I moan sweetly and rock my hips against his touch.
He pulls his hand away and wraps his fingers around the edge of my sweater. “I want to see all of you, take everything off,” he demands.
I obey, sitting up and pulling it off my head. I’m not wearing a bra either.
“Now that, I knew.” He grins. “When I held you, I could feel those perfect nipples of yours pressed against me. I wanted to slip my hand beneath your sweater all night and tease them.”
“And I wanted to slip beneath the table and pull your pants open to take your giant cock into my mouth,” I sass, biting my lower lip.
His top lip curls upwards.
“You really are naughty tonight, aren’t you. Teasing me with these thoughts, knowing what will happen to you—"
“What’s going to happen?” I ask, smiling.
He grabs my arm and pulls me off the side of the bed.
“Kneel,” he commands, his voice touched with threat.
I kneel in front of him while I pull his belt off slowly, slipping it from each loop and throwing it onto the bed. His cock is pressed against his pants, bulging at the seams. I lick my lips as he drags his zipper down and pulls his pants open, freeing himself.
“Suck my cock, kitten. All of me,” he growls.
My pussy throbs as I raise onto my knees and wrap my fingers around his shaft, opening my mouth wide so that I can fit his cock into the warmth of my mouth.
As soon as I wrap my lips around him, his cock twitches, throbbing, the vein along the base of his shaft pulsing, and he groans with pleasure.
I lick him and suck him and push his cock so deep into my throat I can barely breathe. My eyes are watering when I look up at him, and he smiles with satisfaction.
“You’re such a good girl,” he says darkly, reaching down to pull me to my feet. “Now bend over so that I can reward you with my cock in your pussy. I’ll fuck you until you come all over me.”
I scramble onto the bed and arch my ass towards him. He grabs my hips and lifts them, then, to my surprise, wraps my legs around his waist, my face pressing into the blankets as I hang from his grasp.
He thrusts into me with force, and I scream with pleasure.
With both hands wrapped around my thighs, he pulls my legs apart and fucks me from behind, his cock pushing into me, deeper and deeper, stretching my pussy open and filling me up with each thrust of his hips.
He grunts with each movement, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I’m a puppet in his hands, hanging, helpless, while he stretches my legs wide and fucks me like I’m nothing but a doll, a toy for his pleasure, to be used and played with in any way he desires.
The beautiful part is that everything he desires is what drives me wild and makes me lust for him.
I want to be used by him. I want to be his toy.
His cock penetrates deep into me, and my fingers knot in the blankets. I moan, gasping for breath as he fucks me harder and faster.
He pushes deep inside me and grinds me against him by rubbing my pussy over his cock. I can barely take it anymore. My breathing is heavy, and my heart is racing as the pleasure builds.
“I’m close,” I gasp as my pussy tightens around him. He growls again, moving his hips in circles, rubbing my clit with the base of his cock.
I can’t hold on anymore.
I can’t hold back.
The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave.
It steals my breath as it waves through me, my entire body spasming in his hands as every single muscle in my body shivers with ecstasy.
Emmanuil doesn’t stop fucking me. He slips his hand around the front of my body and presses his fingers against my clit.
I scream, overwhelmed by pleasure as the orgasm triples in power and his cock slams into me again and again.
My head is spinning, and my heart is going to explode from my chest.
I have no control over it when I squirt all over him, soaking him with my desire, lost in another wave of the orgasm. He shouts, “Fuck, yes, kitten, yes,” and his cock goes rigid inside me, exploding his own desire into my pussy as he thrusts forward one more time.
He collapses onto me, pinning my body beneath his on the bed, his chest against my back. His cock is still hard inside me.
“You soaked me,” he whispers, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“That’s never happened before,” I say shyly.
“How did it feel?”
“Incredible.”
“I was born to give you pleasure, kitten,” he whispers, sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s all I want to do until the day I die.”
He starts rocking his hips back and forth, and his cock begins to harden inside me again. “Already?” I gasp, flooded with fresh desire even though I haven’t fully caught my breath.
“I can’t help it. You’re too perfect. I can never get enough,” he growls.
*****
THE END