by Dark Angel
I hold her and kiss her, and whisper my desperate apologies into her ear. She holds me in her arms, and I tell her that she’s safe now. Forever she is safe.
Bobbi has called for backup and they arrive quickly and with an ambulance. Barry’s wounds are tended to, and he’s taken away. He will be locked up for a long time for this. My brother, the insane criminal.
I’m just overwhelmed with satisfaction in knowing this whole ordeal is over. I try to reassure Elena. She’s crying, clinging to me tightly, but she appears to be okay, aside from a cut on her head and a couple of scrapes. I want to mend them for her. I want to make everything better for her. She’s been through more than anyone deserves, and I wish I could just make it all go away. I want to fix everything for her.
Bobbi sees our affection and takes that cue to get everybody out of the house so Elena and I can be alone. In this moment, I’m just with her and I can hardly see the people around us anyway.
“Look at me,” I say gently to her. “Look into my eyes. I want you to know that this whole thing is over. You will never be hurt again. I promise you that. Okay?”
“Yes, Leo,” is all she says. I can tell she’s overwhelmed. The extent of these circumstances would gut just about anyone. My girl is strong, though. And now I want her to know that I will be strong for her, and she can finally relax; no more nightmares, no more terrors. It’s all over.
We kiss and our tongues find each other, and we connect once more as real, true blue soul mates. It’s in this place that our love resides and whenever I’m connected to it, I’m connected to her and the whole world melts away. I try to make her content and to pacify any sad feelings she may have. I want to be her world forever now. She is mine.
Epilogue - As told by Elena
The day has come that I’m moving into my dream house. Yay! Leo had me tell him exactly what I wanted in a home, and then he knew some architect who drew up the plans according to my wishes, and Leo had the home built for us. It took some time, but it’s finally ready and it includes all my favorite essentials.
Besides a grand kitchen, I made sure to add an aromatherapy steam shower on my list so that we can make steamy love in it.
I have planted a little herb garden under the kitchen window, for Leo to use in cooking, not me. I laugh to picture myself even trying. The house has a game room for Leo and his friends, a theater room, lots of space, and my favorite part is the custom master suite that Leo helped design. It’s huge and it has a terrace. He made me a coffee bar so I can have my morning espresso right in the room, and he designed the biggest master closet ever. I actually can’t even fill it up.
The gym on the main level has French doors that lead out onto the pool patio where there are gardens and trees surrounding it. This way I can workout and do my yoga at home. I’ve included a spin bike, so with the music pumping it’s like my own personal Soul Cycle. There are also machines for Leo to use so that we can workout together and then we can jump right into the pool, naked I’m assuming. I have my swimsuit on under my slip dress, ready for a dip, and I’m looking all over the house to try and find Leo. Where has he gone?
We’ve been dating a year and it’s been the most glorious year of my life. We are so in love and we’ve had so many passionate encounters that I’ve lost track of when and where they all occurred. Leo keeps me constantly on my toes and I never knew a love like this could exist, yet alone be mine.
Luckily, Barry was convicted of stalking, harassment, and attempted murder so that he got a lifetime sentence and we never have to worry about him coming back for revenge. He turned out to be a total monster and I’m overjoyed that the most terrible piece of my past is history.
I’m wandering barefoot through the great expanse of our new home looking for my man. I’m so excited that we took this leap together and that we are ready to move in. It feels like the best parts of my life are yet to come. I find Leo in the garage, and he’s not wearing a shirt and the view of him is gorgeous. His tanned, toned torso is moist with sweat and I admire him from afar before he sees me. He comes up upon me but I run away. I’m not getting my outfit stained with that sweat! I run but he catches me and clutches me in his arms making sure to get his sweat all over me.
“Leo! Gross.” I laugh with him.
Secretly, I don’t care and I’m glad to be captured in his arms. I’m glad that our new life together is beginning in this way, in such perfect total happiness.
“I’ve got my bathing suit on,” I say. “I’m going for a swim. Wanna come?”
“I’m gonna go through these last boxes first.”
“Okay, how bout I help? I can search for the pots and pans. I know we need them for tonight.”
He laughs, “You of all people should not be worried about the pots and pans.” He teases me. I will never live down the fact that I don’t cook well.
“Hey, I planted an herb garden. That’s a start. And anyway, you won’t be saying that when you’re starving,” I say as I continue to look for the pans.
With that he pulls me in for a long kiss. “As long as I get dessert, I’ll be fine.” Our eyes lock for a moment, we feel that intense heat, and then I’m the one to pull away. Even though I’m so happy, Leo stills makes my stomach swirl and my head spin. I can never get enough of him.
He pulls me back into his grasp. He’s not done with me yet. And he kisses me hard. He takes off my newly moist slip dress and I’m standing there before him in my new gold bikini. He likes what he sees and we’re kissing. I’m reaching for the bulge in his jeans, but before I can I find him down on one knee.
Now my head is really spinning. My world just got even better. I was never expecting this, not so soon. I look at him and tears of happiness stream down my face. My dreams are manifesting so quickly and I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet. I’m crying as he opens the Cartier box to reveal one huge emerald cut diamond ring.
“It’s modeled after the one Grace Kelly wore.”
“I know,” I say in between tears. I know what’s to come.
“My beautiful Elena, my most gorgeous angel, you are exquisite both inside and out. I love that your soul is so pure and that you would do anything for anyone. You have such strength and beauty and wisdom. You have made me become a better person, and when I’m with you, the world ceases to appear and it’s just you and it’s just me. I want it to be that way forever. I never want to be apart from you, not for one single day. And with that will you do me the tremendous honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes, Leo. Yes! Of course I will marry you!” I jump now into his arms and he’s holding me suspended in the air. Time stands still and we kiss and become one for the rest of eternity.
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I got a footlong. And it tastes so good.
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There’s no way any woman alive can get over my body. My Greek God body, with my 8-pack abs and bedroom eyes.
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Aidan
“Welcome to the 2017 Romance Authors Guild of America Awards Ceremony,” some stupid fucking idiot is announcing on the other side of the curtain. “If you’ll raise your glasses in a toast, I’d like to introduce you to your hostess for the evening.”
Yeah, I don't fucking know who the fuck is out there introducing the hostess. I don’t really fucking care at this point in the game. Why, you ask?
“Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it,” Susan moans lewdly in front of me as she juts her ass out at me and I plunge into her with my 12-inch cock. Her elegant black dress is hiked up and her thong is on the floor. My trousers are at my feet and I’m pounding her ass mercilessly. Just as the bottom of her dress is hiked up, the top of her dress is lowered, giving my hands no obstacle as I reach over and squeeze her tits, pinching her pink nipples and making her throw her head back in ecstasy.
That’s fucking why.
“It’s my deep honor to introduce you to USA Today Bestselling Author, Alyssa Moore,” that unnamed twat on the other side of the curtain that separates me from the stage continues.
Wait a fucking second. Alyssa Moore?
I look over the backside of the woman that I’m fucking. She’s got long dark brown hair. Fuck, her pussy’s not tight in the least, but it’s getting the job done. Her face isn’t much to look at. I guess I can grab her ass – she does have an alright ass. But when you’ve gotten as much fucking pussy as I have, this girl doesn’t really seem that fucking special.
But wait one moment. I need to ask her something.
“Susan,” I say as I keep thrusting in and out and even time my words with my thrusts. At least that’s what it seems like. “What’s your last name again, love?”
That’s a pretty fucking horrible question to ask a broad as you’re fucking her, isn’t it?
Well, it’s a damn sight better than asking her what her first name was—and yes, I’ve had to fucking do that before—so don’t judge me too fucking harshly. But why would you judge me at all? You love this shit. You wish you were right here with me, so I could fuck you with my thick, hard cock, don’t you?
Don’t you?
Don’t fucking lie to me.
I’m 6’ 3” of raw animal lust in a gorgeous fucking body. I have tattoos up and down my left arm. My muscles are cut with the precision of a diamond drill. My 8-pack abs and my pecs and deltoids showcase a body that’s crowned by my lean face and mysteriously dark brown eyes. I have close-cropped brown hair. And let’s not forget the monster 12-inch cock that’s ravaging this pussy right now. One foot of pussy pleasing power added onto a body of a fucking god.
If you don’t wish I was fucking you on the backstage of an awards dinner with the Who’s Who of the romance writing world, then I would seriously suggest that you rethink your priorities, love.
But enough about you and I. Let’s go back to her.
“What. Is. Your. Last. Name.” I say the words with each thrust. They seem to drive her fucking crazy.
“Mo…unnngnhh,” she attempts, but my cock goes inside of her and pleasure courses through her body.
“Try again,” I gasp. I can’t fucking help it. I’m getting close to cumming.
“Mo….Moore,” she finally manages to gasp in between shudders.
Oh fuck. It can’t be.
“Do you have a sister named Alyssa?” I ask, my ears perking up to what the lady on the other side of the curtain is saying. Luckily, people are still applauding and she’s just saying thank you to the folks.
“What? Yeah, I have an older…unghh…sister. Unghh…Alyssa. Why?” Susan asks. Remarkably, I haven’t stopped pounding her. But I can multi-task during my fuck – see love, you thought I was just some dumb stud with a 12-inch cock, didn’t you? I’m Aidan Stone.
That’s right.
You knew there was a good reason you were attracted to me from the very first word in this chapter.
I am THE Aidan Stone. I’ve graced hundreds of romance novel covers around the world. You have, and will, and probably are, fucking touching yourself as you look at my body on the books by Eddie Cleveland or Simone Sowood.
Basically, I parlayed my looks into something fucking real—a fucking enviable portfolio of book covers and modeling gigs. And besides, I have goals. Professional goals that I’ve been trying to get to. What are they?
Wait a fucking second. I’m gonna cum soon, and I want to rip off my condom and cum all over this bitch. We’ll get back to this history lesson in a few minutes, alright love?
Besides, it turns out that I’m fucking the sister of the girl I used to fuck. How fucking crazy is that?
That’s right. Now you want me, don’t you? Because I fucked Alyssa Moore – USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author who goes around as the Champion of fucking Humanity. I don’t even know if she writes as many books nowadays. She spends most of her time trying to save the world from blowing itself up. Goes around the world with her curvy fucking ass and big fucking tits and dick-sucking lips and talks about how we should stop using fucking land mines or some shit.
Yeah, I fucked her for two weeks. I thought it would help me get a cover from her publisher. That I’d get an introduction so that I’d be on the cover of a Sinful Reads book. I’d get some pussy from it too, and I wasn’t complaining. I mean that horny bitch jumped my fucking bones the day she met me. Knocked on my hotel room door and without a word got on her knees and began to suck my cock. Used to love it when I sprayed my thick cum all over her body. She used to scoop it up with her fingers and make a purring noise as she would swallow my semen.
How long ago did I meet her?
That’s the fucking rub.
Two fucking weeks ago. That’s right. I sent her a text today – this morning as soon as my private jet touched down in New York City. I figured she lives in New York and I have to be here for this awards show that they’re having so why not kill two birds with one stone and break up with her before the fucking dinner.
So I dropped by her place. I needed to find her. It was obvious that Sinful Reads wasn’t going to be giving me a cover. It became even more apparent that I wasn’t gonna get a fucking cover when Alyssa decided to drop Sinful Reads as a publisher a few days ago. So yeah, when I got into New York, I was ready to talk to her at long last about what I really wanted from her—not her pussy, but her covers. What I didn’t know was that she lived with her fucking sister, and that her sister was a slut as well. I mean, a little bit of banter with the sister and all of a sudden I have a date for this Romance Author awards dinner. And not even a single glass of wine and she’s dropping her panties and hiking up her skirt and I’m fucking her from behind.
Go fucking figure. Only problem is that along the way, I had to end things with Alyssa. So, I sent her a text.
Don’t fucking look at me like that. When she first showed up, I told her this was temporary and it would probably be over in two weeks. She seemed okay with it at the time. And every time I mentioned it, she would brush it off. Well, I wasn’t fucking lying, love.
“Yeah, babe,” I say to Susan, not sure how to broach this subject. I continue my thrusting. “That’s your sister out there emceeing.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to her. Because she turns her head and tries to listen.
“…I just want to thank everyone who has ever supported the causes I believe in,” Alyssa speaks. “But I also want to take a moment to reach out in the world to a man tonight. This man is incredible and I can’t get him out of my head. He has literally taken me to a new level when we’re … together.”
Oh, fuck. This can’t be good. I slow down my thrusting into Susan as I listen to her sister speak. I’m getting close to cumming and I don’t want to ruin it by having to listen to Alyssa. I mean, sure she was fun, but that’s all she was. I mean, I was trying to get to her publisher after all. She wasn’t anything fucking special and I made sure she knew that from the first day. Truth be told, she was a bit of a fucking princess. As a male model, it’s easy for me to say, but I hate people who have all this entitlement about them.
Then what about me? Yeah, I’m a fucking asshole too. I freely fucking acknowledge that, love. I’ll even say it again. Fucking asshole. Me.
But let’s get back to Alyssa because she starts talking again.
