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Epilogue

Six months later

Zoey was his in every way imaginable. Sergei felt it as clearly as he felt her flesh under his hands, as clearly as he felt her breath on his skin.

“Sergei.” She moaned. “God, yes,”

He fucking loved the way she said his name.

“Say it, baby.” He didn’t need to specify what he meant.

“I’m yours.”

He grunted in approval.

She held him tight and lifted her hips, grinding herself on him. He was still inside of her tight, wet heat, and it was euphoria, ambrosia. Curling his hands in the sheets by her head, he started moving inside of her fast and hard, steady and powerful. He wanted to crawl up inside of her, imprint himself on her, make her his in every possible way.

Sweat trailed down his temples as he claimed the woman he loved, as he fucked his mark onto her. His skin felt too tight, his heart racing like a jackhammer. Her pussy felt so fucking good, and all he wanted to do was bury his face in the sweet spot once more. But his dick was a greedy bastard and pulsed, needing him to continue pulling out and pushing back inside of her. Sergei pulled back just an inch and let his gaze lower to her pussy. Her clit was swollen, begging for attention. With his cock lodged in her body, he watched himself thrust in and out of her, his length slick with her arousal.

She gasped out his name.

A groan left him at the way her pussy clenched around him. Slowly and with measured movements he continued to move in and out of her, fucking her. Owning her.

“That’s it, Zoey.” His balls drew up tight with his impending orgasm. He was going to fill her with his cum, make her so full of it she would feel it slip out of her pussy the next day. She’d be reminded tomorrow who had fucked her raw, who had owned this cunt.

She slid her hands up his sides and around to his back, her nails scoring his skin ever so slightly.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he demanded.

She obeyed.

Lifting up just enough that his arms were locked straight and his chest no longer touched hers, Sergei pulled out of her wet cunt for only a second, and then thrust back in deep and hard.

She gasped, and then moaned. Zoey arched her back, her back bowing, her tits looking so fucking good.

He sat back on his knees, curled his hands around her waist, and felt the air leave him as he got a prime shot of her cunt. He started fucking her again, and the sloppy, wet sound of his cock tunneling into her pussy could have had him coming right then and there.

He wanted to hold out, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped, and the sound of her pleasure, the way she voiced what she wanted, how she felt, was such a fucking turn-on.

And then she was coming.

Her muscles milked him so strongly that he threw his head back and groaned out his climax, not able to stop himself from getting off.

“Ah
, fuck
, Zoey.” His entire body was tense as he emptied his balls into her, filling her with his seed.

“So. Fucking. Good.” His voice was low, scratchy from his pleasure.

He was hers as much as she was his. And it would always be that way.

Always.

He had never loved a woman, and he knew he never would. This was real, the most real fucking thing he’d ever experienced.

And he wouldn’t let her go.

His life was so dark, so damn grisly. Zoey was the one light in all those shadows, the one person that could bring him joy and happiness amongst blood and death.

When both of them were sated he finally forced himself to pull out of her tight heat. He collapsed on the bed beside her, but immediately pulled her close to him, needing her body right up against his.

She was relaxed, exhausted, and he fucking loved that.

“You’re the only good thing in my life,
Myshka
.”

She tucked her head right under his chin, and placed her hand right over his heart. “Who knew a big, strong man like you, one that deals in the darkness all the time, could say such sweet things?”

He smiled, and it was genuine. He might not ever be able to change for her, and would always be part of the Bratva, but he could be a good man to her … but only to her.

****

In the last six months things had really changed, but they had all been for the better.

Sergei had moved to America, and although he’d said they could use his help here, she knew he’d done it to be with her.

How could a girl not fall in love with a man even more after knowing that?

Zoey was actually working at the club, and using her degree. She also was in therapy, something that helped her get Rick and his poison fully out of her life. She didn’t know if she’d be able to fully flush him from her reality, but she was working toward it.

Although she loved Sergei, they were going slow, well, as slow as things could go being with someone who had killed for her, and was in the Russian Mafia. But she didn’t care about his “profession”, or that what he did with his life wasn’t considered traditional.

The heart wants what the heart wants.

And she couldn’t help whom she loved.

They didn’t live together. She was staying at his place more times than not, but they needed their space at times, too.

She stared at the man that was deadly, but that she loved more than anything else. She’d never felt this way, and she knew it was real. It had to be, because how could something that felt so good be so wrong?

She watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, and placed her hand softly on his chest. The beat of his heart was steady, strong, and the even breaths that came from him told her he was deep in sleep. Zoey lifted her hand and ran her fingers over his cheek, feeling the dark scruff under her touch.

And then Sergei lifted the corner of his mouth, opened his eyes, and lifted his hand to place it over hers.

“Marry me,” he said, and she was so taken back she actually rose up and pulled her hand back.

“What?” Her voice was tight, surprised.

He rose up, as well. “Marry me.”

As the shock wore off the happiness filled her. “Okay,” she said, and then started giggling. “Yes.”

He grinned, flashing a straight white smile. Sergei pulled her onto his lap and she just let him hold her.

With her he was sweet, gentle, but he’d always have that hard edge to him. She would never forget the intensity or darkness that he held within, not when she remembered the way he’d looked when he held Rick off the ground.

Her man was dangerous, but God, did she love him no matter what. Her life would never be tame, that was for sure, but she would never have to fear the man she was with. Zoey was ready to accept it all, even if it wasn’t always heart and flowers.

The End

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