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I rush towards her, falling onto my knees. “Emily. I’ve loved you my entire life. I don’t want to spend another moment without you. You’re my soulmate, Em. The other half to my being. Most people go their whole lives without finding someone, but I’m lucky that I found my soul mate.” I flip the box open. “Will you marry me, Em?”

She jumps out of the tub, tackling me to the ground. “As crazy as all this is, yes, I’ll marry you. But where did the ring come from?”

“I had it made as soon as I got out.” I slip the ring onto her finger. “Oh, don’t take it off, ever. I made the band out of thorns, and well, it will hurt and cut the shit out of your finger if you try to remove it.”

“You’re utterly deranged, you know that?” she asks as she holds her hand up in the air and admires the ring.

“Not deranged. I’m just a man hell-bent on keeping what’s mine.”

Epilogue

5 YEARS LATER

EMILY

Stone slams me up against the wall, his giant arms caging me in. “Not so fast, Butterfly.”

I brace my hand on his chest before ducking under his arm and running. “If you want me to suck your dick, make me.”

I don’t get too far before two powerful arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his thick cock.

“Is this the game we’re playing tonight, Butterfly? You want it rough?” His warm breath tickles the soft flesh under my ear.

I always want it rough. Sex with Stone is a game, one that we’ve been playing for five years and one that’s given us twin babies sleeping like a rock in their nursery.

“Better let go of me before I kick you in the balls.”

He growls before tossing me onto the bedroom floor and closing the door behind him. “You’re gonna regret those words.”

I move quickly, getting up, chest out. Stone enjoys being the aggressor, and I enjoy being the victim. I don’t know if it’s because of the shitstorm of our childhoods or if it’s just how we get off, but either way, it works for us. It fuels us.

Stone’s lips twitch before they curve into a grin, and my heart catches. I’m taken aback by how much my heart fills with love for this man. His hands wrap around my throat, and he slams me up against the wall, crashing his lips to mine. The kiss ignites, and the passion fills us with need and possession. That’s how it’s always been for us and always will be.

Stone pulls back, grinning, and pushes me to the floor without releasing my throat. “Take out my cock.”

My hands move up his legs before reaching the waistband of his joggers, pulling them down. His thick cock springs out, and my mouth waters as he fists it in his free hand.

Stone slides the mushroom tip along my lips. “Open wide, Butterfly. It’s time for you to gag.”

I play along, shaking my head. “No,” I croak, my voice hoarse from the pressure he’s putting on my vocal cords.

Stone slaps my face with his cock and smiles before my mouth opens and he shoves inside me. “God, Butterfly,” he groans.

His hooded eyes peer down at me as he gently pushes my hair out of my face before he takes hold and pulls my head all the way down on his dick.

I gag, realizing that I can’t breathe, but loving the sensation. Knowing that Stone is losing all control because of me makes me powerful. I enjoy being the reason for his madness. It’s a perverse pleasure that only we can give each other.

My nose hits his pelvic bone, and my gagging noises fill the room.

“Listen to how pretty you sound, gagging on my cock like a good girl.” He pulls me off him, bending my head back and letting me take in a breath before he shoves his dick back into my mouth. “That’s it, Butterfly. Let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He cradles my face in a loving caress while his dick mercilessly assaults my throat. The contrast is all Stone, gentle and rough and all mine. “Fuck, that mouth of yours is gonna make me come.” He pulls out, his hand on the back of my neck as he drags me to the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Get your sexy ass up in the air,” he demands.

I move into position and wait.

“Pull those ass cheeks apart for me, baby.” When I don’t, he slaps my ass. “I’m not gonna tell you again. Spread ’em.”

My hands move to my ass, and I open wide for him. I jump when I feel a vibration on my clit. “Be a good girl and hold the vibrator on your clit for me.”

My hand slides under my body, and I grab onto the small egg, keeping it in place.


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