Epilogue
Ryker
About six months later, the massacre case had never been solved, getting pushed to the back of a filing cabinet, and I had married Brandy, officially legally binding her to me.
I spun her around on the dance floor, hogging her all to myself. Dad had gotten a dance with her and so had Alfonso, but for the rest of the night, this woman was mine. No one else was getting their hands on her.
She giggled as I pulled her back into my arms, moving us around the dance floor. “Thank you for this,” she told me.
I arched a brow at her. “For what, Little Star?”
“For this being such a magical day.”
I shrugged. “Dad footed the bill,” I teased her.
She giggled, and my chest loosened at the sound. “I know, but you told me to have whatever I wanted. And this wouldn’t have been everything I’d ever dreamed of without you because you were always the center of my dreams.”
I leaned down and kissed her. She sighed into my kiss, arching her body into mine.
I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I didn’t give a damn what everyone thought. I needed her.
Grabbing her hand in mine, I led her from the dance floor and down a hall to the rooms we would change in before leaving for our honeymoon out at the cabin where this mess between us first started. It was three days before Christmas, and I wanted to ring in our new Christmas together in that cabin, chaining her up, carving my marks into her body.
“Ryker—oh,” she moaned as I lifted her onto a table, shoving her dress up around her thighs.
“Need you,” I growled.
Her eyes flashed. “Then take me.”
I ripped her tiny ass thong off of her before dropping my slacks around my ankles. I slid inside of her, sucking at the skin of her neck, leaving my marks there. She whimpered, clutching at me as I pummeled her sweet cunt, taking whatever I wanted from her.
But was it really taking when she was so freely giving it to me?
“I want you barefoot and pregnant,” I growled in her ear, sucking at the lobe. I gripped her waist, knowing my touch would leave bruises on her pale skin. “I need your belly round with my baby, Little Star.”
“I’m off birth control,” she gasped out.
I jerked back to look at her in surprise. She shrugged, an adorable, sheepish smile pulling at her sweet lips. “Surprise?”
Laughing, I laid her back on the table, her dress pooled around her hips as I continued thrusting inside of her. “Until you get that positive pregnancy test, Little Star, every bit of my cum is going in this tight, little hole,” I told her. She moaned my name, her pussy getting wetter.
Knocking sounded at the door just as Brandy cried out my name. I grinned, continuing to fuck her harder. “Ryker, this is not the place to be doing whatever it is you’re doing!” my dad called out. But he wasn’t stupid. I knew he could hear her.
“If God didn’t intend it,” I called back, grunting as her walls tightened around me again, “he wouldn’t have made it so easy.”
With that, I spilled inside of her sweet channel with a shout of her name. Brandy, not giving a shit who was on the other side of the door, linked her ankles behind my back, holding me inside of her. I glanced down at her. Her cheeks were flushed red, her hair a mess, her eyes a bit hazy with passion and exhaustion.
“If you want me pregnant, you need to stay there for a few minutes,” she whispered. She yawned. “And I want a nap.”
I laughed huskily and leaned over her, pressing my lips to hers. Then, I rested my arm under her head, leaning over her, letting her get a few minutes of sleep.
I brushed my lips to the corner of her mouth. “You’re mine forever now, Little Star.”
A sleepy smile pulled at her swollen lips in response.