Epilogue—Persephone

Sao Paulo Brazil, Six months later...

“I’m going to fuck you,” my handsome husband husks in my ear in that deep baritone that has continued to bewitch me.

“I know you are.”

The thought of him ripping off my clothes and fucking me right here against this wall makes my head spin and my pussy clench with need.

His lips crush against mine, sending explosive waves of pleasure through me.

I can’t believe we did this.

We eloped to Brazil yesterday and took our vows on the beach this morning.

We’ve spent every minute since in this house, in this bedroom where we first lost ourselves earlier this year.

Our actual wedding isn’t set for another six months, but we couldn’t help ourselves.

Raven is going to kill me when she finds out what I did. She’s planned two weddings for me now, and she never got to see me walk down the aisle.

I’m sure when she’s finished with me, Father will either skin me alive or be happy for me because he keeps hinting at grandkids.

Lukiyan and I had to do this, for us.

It’s precisely the kind of wild and reckless idea that suits us. And we timed it perfectly, too.

I graduated from Juilliard and I’ve started working with the New York City Ballet. My first performance will be at Christmas.

This wedding was the breath of fresh air I needed.

Altogether, everything feels like I’ve been pumped with new life and energy, and it all began with this man.

He gives my lips a punishing kiss and rips off my clothes the way he did the first time we were together.

Catching my wrists, he wraps a silk tie around them and binds my hands over my head.

“You’re mine, Mrs. Romanechka. My Persephone.” His voice whispers over my skin, hot and raw, stirring every part of me to life.

“And you’re mine, Mr. Romanechka. My Hades.”

“Always and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Pulling down my lower lip, he places some beads of pomegranate in to my mouth and we laugh. He then lifts my leg and slides his cock into my slick opening, and I close my eyes as he takes me out of this world where I’ll always live my dreams. Because he is my dream.

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Epilogue 2—Lukiyan

L.A., California.

I walk across the lush green grass to my sister’s grave.

Melissa is buried next to my adopted parents. They have a private family plot that looks more like a garden.

It has a lake running around it, and the scenery is beautiful.

When I get to the graves, I give my parents a red rose each, crouch down at Melissa’s, and place a white lily on hers.

Lilies were her favorite.

I run a finger over a patch of dirt and make a heart the way we used to when we were kids playing in the park.

I’ve been here several times since I killed the men responsible for her death.

This is the first time I’ve come here and felt at peace.

“Melissa, I’m okay now.” I am. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore. The demons are gone and I have the light back in my life. Thank you for being you. I will always love you.”

Persephone danced into my dark world and guided me back to the world of the living.

Loving her made me free.

The End.