39. Epilogue

SOFIA

One year later…

I adjust the sequins on my emerald costume, smiling as I catch my reflection in the mirror. I would’ve cringed at wearing something so form-fitting a year ago, but now I wear it with pride. The carnival lights dance across the fabric, making me sparkle like a jewel.

“Five minutes until showtime,” I call out, striding through the backstage area of the main tent. The familiar buzz of pre-show energy fills the air.

Flora stretches near the rigging, her blonde hair in a tight bun. She joined us last Christmas Eve, and watching her soar through the air with Colt and Nash still takes my breath away. The three share something special—a connection I don’t quite understand, but it works for them. They’re inseparable both in and out of the ring .

“Everything set for the finale?” I ask, checking off items on my clipboard.

“Ready to fly,” Flora says with a confident grin. She’s far from the scared girl who showed up at our door that winter night.

Ty appears behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “My gorgeous girl,” he murmurs against my neck. “Running the show like you were born for it.”

I lean back into his embrace, savoring his warmth. “I was meant for this life—for you.” My old insecurities have faded like morning mist under the sun of his love.

The tent fills with the excited chatter of the gathering crowd. I feel at home among the sawdust and sequins, the bright lights and bold dreams. This world that once seemed so foreign has become my sanctuary, and the man who rules it is my heart’s true north. Sure, there’s still the darker side of the carnival. Ty’s true money maker is still running, but I don’t get involved.

“Places, everyone!” I call out, stepping into my role as show coordinator with practiced ease. Ty squeezes my hand before heading to his position as ringmaster.

And then the show runs as smoothly as it does every night. The crowd’s roar fades to silence when finished, but my heart still pounds with post-show adrenaline. Sawdust swirls in the spotlights as the last audience members filter out the big top. I clutch my clipboard, reviewing tomorrow’s schedule when strong arms encircle my waist from behind.

“You were incredible tonight,” Ty’s deep voice sends shivers down my spine. His hands slide over my sequined costume, tracing my curves with possessive intent. “Watching you command the show... Fuck, baby girl, it made me so hard.”

I melt into his touch, tilting my head as his lips find my neck. The clipboard slips from my fingers, clattering to the ground. His firm chest presses against my back, and I can feel how much the show affected him.

“I love seeing you take charge,” he growls, nipping my earlobe. “The way everyone jumps to follow your orders. But we both know who’s in control, right?”

My breath catches as one hand slides up to cup my breast through the thin material of my dress. “Yes,” I whisper.

The empty tent feels charged with electricity, remnants of the night’s magic mixing with our growing desire.

“Say it,” he demands, his other hand gripping my hip tight enough to bruise.

“You are,” I gasp as his fingers pinch my nipple. “You’re in control, Master.”

Ty growls, forcing me to face him and claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. Our passion ignites as we devour each other, hands tugging and pulling at our clothes. The fabric of his shirt rips beneath my eager hands, and he laughs. I need to feel his skin against mine.

He lays me down on the floor, our gazes locked. His eyes smolder with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his lips never breaking contact with my skin as he trails kisses down my neck.

His mouth travels lower, worshipping the curve of my breasts, the swell of my hips, his tongue swirling over my navel. He teases me with gentle bites, making me squirm as I crave more.

“Please,” I whimper, my breath hitching as he nuzzles the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

He chuckles, looking up at me with a wicked gleam. “Not yet.”

With nimble fingers, he pulls my panties slowly down my legs. I lift my hips to help, eager to feel his mouth on me. But instead of giving me what I crave, he kisses my thighs. I moan softly, arching my back as the sensation shoots straight to my core.

“You like that?” He teases.

“Yes,” I whisper, biting my lip as he mouths the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

Finally, he licks my pussy, and I cry out at the first touch of his tongue. He laps at my folds, teasing my clit with gentle flicks. His fingers join the dance, plunging inside me.

I tighten my grip on his hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands as I arch off the rug, urging him on. “Ty, please... I need you inside me.”

He chuckles against my sensitive flesh. “As you wish, my gorgeous girl.”

In one smooth motion, he stands and kicks off his pants, freeing his thick, pierced length. I watch him in awe, my body throbbing with need. He steps closer, positioning himself at my entrance.

Ty teases my clit with his piercing, the magic cross sending electric shocks through my core. I ache for him to make me whole.

He slides inside, the piercing hitting all the right spots. It’s one of his bigger bars, with bigger barbells, and it’s exactly what my body craves.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan, tilting my hips to take him deeper.

The stretch burns so sweetly, and I relish the slight pain as my body adjusts. “More,” I beg, needing to feel every inch of him.

Ty obliges, pulling out entirely before thrusting back in. I cry out, my fingers digging into his muscular back as he moves relentlessly.

“You like that, baby girl?” His voice is thick with desire. “My cock marking you as mine?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s perfect. More, Master. Harder.”

He grunts, grasping my hips and lifting me to meet his powerful thrusts. The slap of our bodies fills the tent, mingling with my shameless moans.

I stare into his passionate eyes as we move together, caught in the frenzy of our need. The piercing ignites fireworks within me, threatening to push me over the edge.

“So close,” I whisper. “Don’t stop, Master.”

“Never.” His promise sends a rush of pleasure through me, and I shatter, crying out his name as my core clenches around him.

“Good girl,” he purrs, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s not done. Pulling out of me, he gently pushes me onto my stomach. I bite my lip, anticipating the stretch, as he pulls out the butt plug embedded within me. I spent the whole show with it nestled inside, a delicious secret that made my movements more sensual.

As the thick silicone leaves my body, I sigh with a mix of pleasure and relief. But the respite is brief as Ty pulls out a small bottle of lube from his jacket, and I watch over my shoulder as he coats his hard length in it.

I brace myself on all fours, closing my eyes and waiting for the divine invasion—the sharp pleasure I yearn for.

The stretch comes suddenly as he pushes inside, filling me up. I cry out, my fingernails digging into the rug to anchor myself. Ty’s hands grip my hips, holding me still as he starts fucking me.

The pressure is exquisite as he pushes deeper, each thrust waking nerve endings I never knew I had. “Fuck, baby, your ass is so tight.” His grip on my hips bruising.

“It belongs to you, Master,” I reply, breathless. I breathe through the intensity, relishing the stretch and burn.

I’ve grown to crave this—the way he takes what he wants, commanding my body to pleasure him. There’s no room for hesitation anymore, only surrender.

“That’s right, baby girl. You know who owns you.” He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into me.

I cry out, my head hanging down as my body shakes with the force. “Yes, Master. More, please! Claim me.”

“Always, baby.” He pulls my hair, forcing me to arch my back and push my ass higher. The position gives him deeper access, and he takes full advantage, pounding into me with primal need.

“You like that? You like being my filthy anal slut?” His voice is dark .

“Yes, Master. I’m your filthy slut. Always.” My words come out in gasps, intermingled with little whimpers as his piercing rubs against my sensitive walls.

“That’s it, take it all,” he growls, his pace relentless. “You know this ass is mine, don’t you?”

“Yes! All yours.” I claw at the rug, desperate for more friction as pleasure coils within me. I squeeze my muscles around him, wanting to milk every inch of his impressive length.

He chuckles. “Such a good girl. I’m going to breed this tight ass.”

I’m keenly aware of every inch of him, the exquisite burn sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Ty’s thrusts become more urgent, his grip bruisingly tight on my hips.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he grunts. “I want to feel that sweet ass clench around my cock as you come for me.”

I moan, my face pressed against the rug as his words send me spiraling closer to the edge. “Please, Master... I’m there... I need to?—”

“Come for me, Sofia. Let it go.” His command is like a match striking tinder-dry wood.

An explosion of pleasure rocks my body, and I cry out, my head falling forward as my core clenches around his cock. I ride the waves of my orgasm, feeling every pulse and thrust of his hard length inside me.

Ty growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he continues to pound into me. “Fuck, your ass clenching around my cock is too much. Take my cum, Sofia. Take it all. ”

His release bursts through him. He empties himself inside me, the hot rush of his seed marking me as his. “That’s it, take all of my cum,” he pants. Finally, he pulls out, his length slipping from my body with a slick pop. “Now show me, baby girl.”

I push, and his cum dribbles out, warm and sticky. My cheeks heat at the feel.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.

I watch him over my shoulder as he retrieves the butt plug with one hand, slicking it with more lube. “I want my cum to stay inside you as long as possible. I want you to feel it in you all night, baby.”

I tremble at his words, still breathless from my orgasm as he slips the plug back inside, stretching me open once more and plugging my ass to stop the cum from escaping.

“There we go,” he murmurs, his hands gently caressing my asscheeks. “My cum is still deep inside you and buried in your ass. And that means I own this ass.” He gives it a light spank

Goosebumps rise on my skin at his words. “It’s always yours.”

I curl into Ty’s warmth as he lies beside me and pulls me against his chest, my body tingling from our passionate encounter. His heartbeat thrums steady and strong beneath my ear, a rhythm I’ve come to associate with home. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine, and I feel more at peace than I ever thought possible.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing my head.

Tears prick at my eyes as the words wash over me. After everything we’ve been through—the danger, the uncertainty, the battles with my father—here we are. Safe. Together. Free.

“I love you too,” I murmur against his skin, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and spice. “I never thought I’d find this kind of love. The kind that sees all of me—not just the perfect mob princess, but the real me underneath.”

His arms tighten around me. “You’re perfect exactly as you are. Every curve, every laugh, every stubborn argument.”He chuckles softly. “Even when you drive me crazy, you’re everything I never knew I needed.”

I lift my head to meet his gaze. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You saved yourself,” he corrects me. “I showed you the door was unlocked.”

The carnival sounds drift in from outside—distant laughter, music, the whir of rides. What once seemed like a world I could never belong to has become my sanctuary. He kisses me again, and I know with absolute certainty that this is where I belong—in his arms, world, and heart.

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