The relief she feels is immediate, only to be replaced by the friction of my massive shaft inside her tiny cunt space.
She screams as I ram into her. Blood rushes from my brain and pools in my groin. Thoughts about control and punishment and games fly out, and only sensation remains. Only the snug clutch of her pussy walls sucking my cock inside of her remains.
“You dirty little slut,” I growl. “Is this what you want? To be fucked hard? To have my cock in your tight hole? Do you want to be fucked here too?” I shove the tip of my thumb into her anus. The sensory overload pushes her off the cliff. She lets out a high-pitched wail as she comes. Her whole body trembles and shakes as I drive into her again and again until I’ve emptied everything into her—my seed, my energy, my love.
With what little energy I have left, I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. “You did good, love. Very good.” I sweep sweaty tendrils out of her face and cuddle her.
“I have no bones. I think you banged them out of me.” She tries to lift her arm, but her limbs are like noodles.
I chuckle softly and climb under the covers with her, hugging her close, caressing her with long strokes. “You’re my love, forever, Milana. Don’t doubt that. It’s the one true thing in this world. The sun may not rise tomorrow. The tides may stay in the ocean. But my love for you will always remain.”
Her lower lip quivers, and she ducks her face to my shoulder. “I love you, too, Jay. Thank you for rescuing me at the bakery.”
“Rescue? That was a kidnapping.”
We both laugh. This is how life should be. Full of love and laughter.
epilogue
MILA
MANY YEARS LATER
“This is utter chaos,” my husband says. He runs his fingers through his short hair. It’s something all our sons do when they are frustrated. Jay can push around some of the scariest men in the world, but dealing with our two sets of twins is somehow out of his league today.
In all fairness, we are trying to pose them for a family picture. It’s hard to get one of them to sit still, let alone all four of them. It doesn’t help that I’m five months pregnant, so it’s not so easy to chase them around. Thankfully, there is only one baby inside of me this time, and I swear this is going to be the last.
“Just do what you can,” I tell Lauren as she snaps away. I think the pictures will be fine. The chaos is real and is life. Carter suddenly darts off, chasing a butterfly. “Keep going!” I laugh at Lauren, who takes a few pictures of him chasing it. “I’ll Photoshop him in,” I tease through my laughter. It may be crazy, but I wouldn’t change a single thing.
“It never gets old taking pictures here,” Lauren says as she snaps a few more shots. We’re back at the estate Jay brought me to the first time we’d taken a trip together. We come here at least once a year. It has a ton of memories for us. It’s where we both professed our love for one another.
I adore this place, but it’s not really functional for our family full-time. It’s a bit too isolated. Plus, Jay’s head of security still thinks this place isn’t the most secure. He says that often about almost everywhere we go, but we’ve honestly never had anything happen to any of us. Not that I know of, at least. I never poke my nose into Jay’s work, though he has told me he has pulled back. I’m not a hundred percent sure what that means. What I do know is that Jay is a very hands-on father and is not often in his office. He spends a few hours in there a day at most.
“I’m glad you're enjoying yourself. I wasn't sure if you’d agree. Taking family pictures is way below your level these days.” I’m teasing Lauren, of course. She’s part of our family. All of our boys are like nephews to her, but Lauren’s career took off like wildfire after all the work she did with Jean-Luc. Everyone was all over her to take photographs for their labels. She even became a bit of a socialite and has released a book of photos as well.
“You’re so full of it,” she says as she continues to click away.
I turn to make sure Carter is still in sight. He’s technically my youngest son. He came into the world seconds after his twin Carson. They turned three last month. I should go lure him back over here. I know he’s not going to get into anything or go too far out. Not with the amount of security there is around here. You might not see them, but they’re everywhere. I’m sure there are even some stationed on the rooftop, the same as they had been all those years ago when I first came here.