Epilogue: Wren

Familiar faces stared at me with smiles playing on their lips, their eyes shining with excitement as friends and family surrounded me. The air was thick with bliss and anticipation as they watched me stand in front of my double-layered cake.

Afanasy leaned forward and whispered in my ear, his voice calm and gentle, “Make a wish, honey.”

Everyone else in the room must be wondering why there was the sudden hesitation to blow out the lone candle in my cake; their stares said it all.

But I wasn’t hesitant—no. I was simply overwhelmed with gratitude, and in that moment of silence, or “hesitation,” I was reflecting on how much my life had changed in the last two years.

There were multiple reasons to be thankful, and as I stood there, surrounded by the few people who loved, cared for, and adored me, a wave of gratitude washed over my face.

It felt like a dream, one I wouldn't want to ever wake up from, but fortunately, this was my reality. I was blessed with the perfect husband—ruthless and cruel when working, soft and gentle when home with me and our daughter.

I was given one more chance to feel my father's love, the same love I'd been deprived of for over two decades. These past two years, Dad had upped his game at winning me back, and although it was hard at first, eventually, I was about to let go of the past.

Then, there was sweet little Sasha, the biggest blessing yet.

She would turn two years old later in the year, and the girl was the most amazing thing in life right now. Every now and then, I would tease her father that she meant more to me than he ever would, and he'd, more often than not, reply with something even more sassy.

One time, his response was, “And what in the world makes you think that I wouldn't throw you out the window in a heartbeat if it meant saving our daughter?”

Our banter was always so hilarious to watch or listen to because neither of us would want the other to win. I often tried my best to keep up with him, but in the end, my husband's silver tongue—a sharp one, at that—was his edge over me.

Most times, the maids, Mary and Martha, would giggle and laugh whenever they witnessed us being silly and childish.

This was one of the reasons I fell deeper in love with my husband every day. His easygoing nature, wits, and good sense of humor always cracked me up every time.

With Afanasy, there was never a dull moment. The man was the life of the party, and somehow, I was starting to see some of his traits in me.

Nowadays, I could seamlessly make a joke out of any situation, all thanks to him. He'd affected me positively—helped me out of my shell and guided me through the process of parenting even though he, too, was as clueless as I was.

He believed I had changed him, but he often failed to see that he'd changed me, too. He thought that I was perfect when he met me, at least perfect for him. But I wasn't the woman he married—the quiet, reserved, innocent, and naive woman. I was something much more, a better version of myself.

I loved how we both were determined to make this work—how we taught each other the way we wanted to be loved. Afanasy was a master wordsmith, a man who could convey the most complex ideas with clarity and precision. However, he didn't teach me with his words; he taught me with his actions, and maybe that was the reason I picked up faster.

The man was decades older than I was—he'd turn 41 in a few months while, today, I turned 24. I still couldn't believe it had been two years since we met under the most twisted circumstances.

I never would've thought that this was how I would find love, considering what I'd been through, yet here I was, swimming in a pool of love and affection.

Julia had been right, after all.

To this day, her words of affirmation still echoed in my head: “…sometimes, we find love even in the most unlikely of situations….”

I’d found it hard to believe her at first, especially after I misread the thing with Veronica, but looking back now, her words were very accurate.

My heart was filled with gratitude for this unexpected outcome, and I wouldn't change a thing, even if I had the chance. This turn of events made me understand that every cloud had a silver lining. There was light at the end of every tunnel. One just had to be patient.

I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes, savoring this wonderful moment before bending over to blow out the candle.

A round of applause erupted from the small crowd surrounding me, their cheers filling the air. “Happy Birthday, Wren!” friends and family chorused, their voices dripping with excitement.

Underneath the birthday banner across the ceiling, I beamed, my eyes crinkling at the corners.

Julia blew me a kiss as she stood beside her husband, Roman, who was cradling a glass of champagne. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a crisp white top, while he was clad in his signature black outfit.

To their right-hand side, Alexei stood, a faint smile playing on his lips, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me.

Yakov, my husband's most trusted man, stood at the far back, toward the entrance, his watchful eyes roaming the space with a subtle grin on his face.

Mary and Martha were by the sprawling buffet table, which groaned under the weight of delicious dishes, beaming with uncontrollable smiles.

The little Tarasov, a ball of energy, careened around the living room, her curly brown hair bouncing with each step. She giggled, her green eyes—like her father's—shining with mischief as she toddled over to the balloons that bobbed gently above the food table. She struggled to reach them, straining on her toes until Yelena strode over to help.

Yelena, Julia's and Roman's daughter, was now almost eight years old—taller and more experienced than her cousin, little Sasha.

“Here, let me.” Yelena picked her up so she could reach her target.

Sasha giggled in her arms, batting at the balloons with her chubby fingers, smiling as they bobbed and swayed.

As the children played, the adults mingled, chattering and laughing in a bustling atmosphere filled with the scent of freshly baked cake and the aroma of delicious dishes.

My husband materialized beside me, a hand in his pocket as he heaved a sigh, grinning, his eyes drinking in the happy faces around us.

“Thank you,” I said, turning to face him, my words laced with sincerity.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to himself. “What for?” he whispered, holding my gaze.

“For everything,” came my reply, my arms flying around his neck. “You’ve made me the happiest woman alive, Afan, and I'll forever be thankful for that.” My lips curled into a faint grin.

“I'm the happiest man in the world because of you,” he declared, gently swaying our bodies to the slow music playing in the background. “And I couldn't have asked for a better partner.”

I blinked, my tear glands charging up, touched by his words. Even after all this time, I was still affected by his declaration. It never got old, and I’d never get tired of hearing it.

“You complete me, Wren,” he continued without breaking eye contact. “I didn't realize what I'd been missing until you came along. You changed me for the better—showed me what love truly is.” He paused, letting the words sink in for a moment.

My heart swelled with emotions, my face relaxing as he spoke genuinely. In that moment, nothing else mattered; it was as though time itself had stood still, and we were the only two people in the room.

“You, my love, are the light in my dark. Without you,” he shook his head, clicking his tongue, “my world would be so empty.”

“I need you as much as you need me, Afan,” I confessed, feeling a flutter in my chest, my heart racing with excitement. “You're the drug that I'm addicted to, and I want you so bad.”

His lips curled into a tender smile, head slightly tilted sideways as he leaned to whisper in my ear. “Did you seriously just quote a line from Alan Walker's ‘All Falls Down’?” He cackled.

“Shh.” I placed a finger over his lips, my eyes boring into his. “Don't ruin this for me,” came my hushed response as we swayed together, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

“I love you, Wren Tarasov,” he declared, fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle caress that caused my skin to tingle.

“And I love you, too, Afanasy Tarasov,” I replied, my lips pulling into a broad smile as my gaze locked on his shining eyes.

“Aww.” The soft, heartfelt murmur rose from those around us, their gentle hum laced with affection.

His face lit up with a bright smile as he leaned closer and claimed my lips, his touch igniting the fire within me.

“Oh, please, get a room!” Roman's jovial voice cut through the sentimental chorus.

We broke the kiss, laughing with the others.

“What is this, a funeral or a party?” Julia glided over to the coffee table, picked up the TV remote, and changed the song.

The somber atmosphere shifted, giving way to Lady Gaga's “Bloody Mary,” its pulsating beats electrifying the room.

Hands flew into the air, bodies swaying to the rhythm of the song.

Little Sasha was the first to jump on the makeshift dance floor, mimicking Wednesday Addams’ iconic dance moves with uncanny precision. Her expression was solemn, her tiny hands clasped together as she swayed with eerie elegance.

“Way to go, Sasha! You're a natural!” Julia exclaimed, her voice dripping with astonishment.

My brows rose, mirroring my shock at my daughter's dancing skills. The entire family watched in awe, each of us exchanging delighted glances.

Inspired, my lips curled into a smile as I wiggled my brows at my husband, my body moving to the sound.

He squinted, his head tilting sideways as if he were warning me not to do what I had in mind.

I held his gaze, still dancing to the song, my expression beckoning on him.

“No,” he said, demonstrating with his head.

“Come on, it won't hurt.” I took his hand, pulling him to the makeshift dance floor with slow steps.

“No, this is a bad idea,” he objected, lowering his head. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

I wouldn't stop smiling, nor would I stop shaking my body as we joined the ecstatic Sasha, lost in a frenzy.

“Dance, Daddy!” She giggled, tugging at his leg.

“Dance, dance, dance…” I began the chant, nodding as I shifted my gaze across the crowd, gesturing for them to join in.

“Oh, God, no,” he grumbled, lowering his head as the chants grew louder.

He raised his face, his lips twitching at the corners as if trying to suppress a smile. Gradually, he eased into it, his resistance crumbling as he tapped his feet rhythmically.

Soon, he gave in to the music, surrendering to the hypnotic beat, our bodies moving in sync.

Julia hopped onto the dance floor, Yelena did the same, and I beckoned Mary and Martha. At first, they were a little skeptical, their brows rising at my invitation, shock flickering in their gazes.

Upon my insistence, they struggled to glide over to the rest of us, their smiles broadening.

Yakov stood poised at his post, his stern expression hinting at his lack of interest in joining in on the fun.

Roman, just a few paces off the floor, took a sip from his glass and teased the serious-faced Alexei, “Aren’t you gonna dance?”

Alexei looked at him and deadpanned, “I'd rather fight the Irish Mob.”

Roman scoffed, patting him on the shoulder.

I didn't know much about Alexei; however, I knew that he was a tough guy who was cold and ruthless. But weren't they all until they found love?

As the song climaxed, the room transformed into a vibrant scene with a charged atmosphere filled with laughter and joy.

I paused, drinking in the merriment around me as the family was lost in bliss.

Perfect , I thought, taking a moment to appreciate this happy ending.

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Later that night, I sat on the edge of Sasha's bed, watching her lay on her back, head resting on a comfy pillow.

“Mommy, I heavy,” she said, her voice barely audible as she adjusted in bed.

My lips curled into a smile, hands pulling the sheets over her body. “That's because you ate way too much.”

“Cake,” she said, her adorable green eyes sparkling with mirth. She rolled her eyes in delight, heaving a satisfactory sigh as if she could still taste it in her mouth.

I laughed, pushing her hair to the back of her ear. “That good, huh?”

She nodded, smiling.

“Not nearly as good as your dance moves, though,” I said, wiggling my brows.

Sasha giggled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she picked up on the word dance . “Birthday!” she exclaimed.

My face lit up, a broad smile playing on my lips. “Indeed.” I chuckled, then dropped my voice to a low whisper, tinged with a hint of disappointment. “It would've been better if your Dad had gotten me a present.”

“Daddy gift,” she said, her wide eyes seeming to say more than her words.

I squinted, brows furrowing with deep creases between them. “Sasha…do you know something that I don't?”

She yawned, stretching. “Sleep, Mommy.”

My head tilted to the side— she definitely knew something but wouldn't spill the beans. “You and your Daddy are keeping secrets from me now, eh?”

“No,” she replied with a giggle, retaining that cute little smile that revealed her adorable dimples. “Night, Mommy.” She lay on her side, cuddling her teddy bear.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead.

She exhaled softly, her chest rising and falling—ready to fall asleep.

I rose to my feet and headed out, my mind racing with the possibility of what Afanasy had in store for me.

“Mommy,” she called without turning to look at me.

“Yes, honey?” I stopped in my tracks, swiveling to face her.

“Love you,” she said, her tone sweet and cute.

My lips curved into a smile, my heart swelling with excitement. “I love you, honey.”

She was quiet for the next few seconds, and her steady breathing indicated that she'd drifted asleep. I loved her so much, and I’d always be grateful that she came into our lives when she did.

Quietly, I stepped out and shut the door behind me, my movement slow and cautious.

“Hey.” His soft tone, as gentle as it was, startled me.

My body jerked in an instant, seeing him leaning against the wall outside Sasha's room. “Jesus!” I yelped, losing my breath for a second, my hand flying over to my chest as if to prevent my heart from jumping out.

He just stood there, one foot crossed majestically over the other, a mischievous grin playing on the corner of his enticing lips.

“Don't do that again!” I smacked his strong arms, my palm bouncing off his muscles.

“Do what?” His eyes checked out my body, a flirtatious glint on his face.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” I replied, frivolously slapping against his chest.

He laughed, raising both hands in surrender. “Alright, I'll try my best.” Afanasy stepped forward, his hands resting on my slender waist. “Did you know you look sexy and beautiful when you're afraid?” His lips curled into a seductive smirk.

His remark melted my reserve, his groin against mine sending shivers down my spine. My lips pursed into a fine line in an attempt to suppress a smile from breaking forth.

Once again, his silver tongue had left me speechless, my cheeks flushing at his unmatched verbal skills.

“Is that why you jump on the opportunity to scare the pants off me?” I questioned, jerking my head to look into those amazing green eyes.

He pulled me closer, squeezing against my butt, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Speaking of pants going off….” He flashed me that signature smirk of his.

My chest fluttered, my heart skipping a beat at the thought of him inside me. I trembled subtly when his finger grazed against my skin. “Hmm. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I flirted back, my hand gliding through his chest, down to his erection.

“I like where this is going,” he confessed, eyes crinkling at the corners, his smile broadening. “But first, I have a surprise for you.”

I pulled my head back, squinting as if Sasha hadn't just given me a hint—although I still had no idea what it was, and I wasn’t sure how much she did, either, with her baby talk.

“A surprise?” I arched my brows, eyes narrowing.

“You didn't seriously think I wouldn't get you a birthday present, did you?” he asked and didn't wait for my response. “Come with me.” He held my hand, locking his fingers in mine.

“Okay…” I drawled lazily, unable to hold back the smile on my face.

Afanasy led me through the hallway, my heart racing with anticipation. I couldn't grasp what he had in mind, and the suspense was killing me.

He halted in front of the same guest room that used to be my prison and turned to smile at me. “You ready?”

I drew in a deep breath, nodding in affirmation, eager to know what lay behind an ordinary guest room. He grabbed the door handle and gave it a gentle push. It creaked open, slowly revealing the other side.

My eyes widened the more the door opened, my hand flying to my mouth at this shocking revelation.

A room that was once my prison, a place of confinement, had now transformed into a sanctuary. My gaze wandered, drinking in the sight in front of me. “Afan…oh, my God….” My voice trailed off, overwhelmed by emotions.

Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves crafted from rich dark wood lined the space, meticulously arranged in rows and columns. Soft golden lights enveloped the room, casting warm glows on the plush couches and armchairs.

“Come on,” he said, pulling me by the hand.

We stepped inside, bathing in the glow of the chandelier lights and the serene atmosphere—welcoming and comforting. My eyes studied the opulent setting, my lips curling into an uncontrollable smile. It felt like my heart couldn’t contain all that joy swelling up within me, and a hand rested on my chest.

Afanasy's idea of a gift left me in awe. I took a moment to appreciate this cozy space. My gaze settled on a reading nook with a comfortable oversized chair, a sleek modern table, and a floor lamp with a sculptural design.

My eyes misted as I stood surrounded by my husband's thoughtful touches. It was unbelievable and rendered me speechless.

“You like?” he asked, his voice dripping with emotion as he joined me in looking around. “I had this place set up for you—your own library.” He faced me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a smile spread across his lips. “I know how much you love reading—how much you loved your former job.”

As he spoke, he drew closer, his gaze never leaving my face, and I stood there, still in shock, wondering how he came up with a brilliant idea.

“I contacted the bookstore you used to work at and asked for the list of all the books they have in their collection,” he said, halting in front of me, his hands gesturing at the shelves around us. “They're all here—every book, every edition…all here.”

My brows arched in surprise. This man would never cease to amaze me. He practically brought the 312 Bookstore to me. How the hell did he pull that off?

“This…is incredible, Afan,” I muttered after finding my voice, my arms wrapped around his neck. “Thank you.” I hugged him tighter. “This is the best gift I've ever been given…ever!”

He quietly pulled out of my embrace with that mischievous grin still playing on his lips. “Hold that thought,” Afan said, pointing at a letter on the nearest table.

Wait, there are more gifts? I wondered, my heart resuming its race in anticipation as I headed toward the table.

Picking up the cream-colored envelope, I read the inscription. “Wren Tarasov Foundation.” My eyes widened, my heart stopping for a minute as I jerked my head toward him, watching him smile at me. “Wh…what's this?” I stuttered, breathing heavily.

“Open it,” he said, leaning against a bookshelf.

With trembling hands, I ripped the seal open and unraveled the letter, my eyes eagerly scanning through the contents.

As I read through, my eyes watered, my heart swelling with a mix of joy and shock. The letter announced the establishment of a new charity organization—the Wren Tarasov Foundation. It was dedicated to providing scholarships, research grants, and educational resources to those willing to learn but who were financially handicapped.

Tears stung my eyes as I read that Afanasy had already committed an initial endowment of $1 million, with the first 30 scholarships going to underprivileged students.

This was more than just a gift; it was a legacy that would bear my name and continue even after I was gone. This was my passion, my dream—helping those who couldn't help themselves—and now, he'd brought it to reality.

“I… I don't know what to say, Afan.” I tossed the letter on the table and rushed back into his arms, holding on tightly. “Thank you so much for being the best partner anyone could ever ask for,” I whispered.

His arms pulled me closer to himself before his hand flew into my hair. “You, Wren Tarasov, deserve everything good this life has to offer.” He lowered his head, tilting it as he tried to catch my eyes. “This is just the beginning, my love. There are many more birthdays to come…many more presents to give you.” He kissed my forehead.

I melted back into his arms, finding comfort in his warm embrace before jerking my head to look at his face. “You know, I don't think that I can ever beat you when it comes to gifting.”

His lips curled into a smile, his fingers combing through my hair. “You already have.” He stared deeply at me. “You've given me the best gift yet…Sasha.”

I stared back, looking right into those amazing green eyes of his, watching the adoration dancing in their depths.

“Speaking of,” he began, his hand gliding down to my ass, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that caused my pussy to tingle. “Don't you think it's time you gave me another?” He squeezed my butt, leaning forward to whisper, “Besides, I've still got one more gift for you tonight.”

An abrupt moan escaped my lips when his hand traveled up my thigh, his fingers teasing my skin. My body shuddered at his touch, my breath lodging in my throat.

I could never resist him, anyway, and I'd never wanted to.

“Oh, yeah…? What gift is that?” I asked, trembling as his finger settled on my underpants.

“This.” He claimed my lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I kissed him back, my body tensing at the sexual flame he’d ignited within me. My palms cupped his face, our heads tilting in sync. Even after all this time, I still wasn't tired of him; I couldn't seem to ever get enough of this man.

His touch always worked its magic on me, fueling my desire and making me crave him more. My legs parted, allowing him access to my center as he shifted my panties to the side.

I moaned into his mouth as he slid his finger inside me, his thumb caressing my clit with a gentle touch. My hand roamed his body, feeling his hard skin under my palm.

We moved in sync, him stepping forward and me stepping backward until my ass hit the edge of a table. The kiss was growing more and more fervent by the second, the tension and longing overwhelming us both.

The air was charged, intense, with our bodies colliding in the heat of passion, tongues dancing in our mouths. I was breathless, my chest rising and falling, hands grasping the edge of the table behind me.

He unzipped my knee-length flowered gown all the way down to my waist, his hand reaching to fondle my breasts over the fabric. His touch sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me, and I broke our kiss, letting out a series of soft purrs.

He yanked down the fabric on my chest region, my bare breasts coming into view. His eyes dropped to my bosom, hands gently squeezing my swells. “So beautiful,” he whispered, meeting my gaze.

My lips curled into a smile, amazed at how my body still had the same effect on him, as if he were seeing it for the first time. He kissed my cheeks, then the nape of my neck, his lips pressing delicately against my skin.

Meanwhile, his fingers were relentlessly sliding inside me. He'd begun with one finger, and gradually, I became so wet that my cunt now accepted two of them.

His lips settled on my nipples, the chill of his tongue sending shivers down my spine. A pleasure-filled sigh escaped me, my hands rubbing through his hair as he sucked on one nipple while simultaneously fingering my pussy.

Afanasy switched to the other breast, taking it in his mouth, his teeth deliciously grazing against it. He lifted me and set me down on the table before returning to kiss my lips, his fingers tuning my nipples.

I helped him out of his round-neck shirt, his masculine body coming into view. The soft lighting cast warm a glow over his chiseled physique, highlighting the defined ridges of his abs. He locked eyes with me, desire burning in our depths as my hands traversed the contours of his torso.

The sight of his body would always be new to me—I'd never get used to it, even if I tried to. He was my man, and that reality alone always turned me on. My hands slid down to his waist, gently rubbing over the print of his hard cock, before unbuckling his belt.

I dug my hand into his pants, stroking his length for a moment while he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. It was hard to concentrate with all that electricity surging through my shuddering body. I withdrew his cock, stroking with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers digging into my throbbing mound.

Afanasy raised my leg, setting it on the table as he went on his knees, positioning his face—ready to go down on me. He jerked his eyes, locking them on mine in a fleeting moment as he used his fingers, excluding the thumb, to rub over my clit.

My body trembled at his rapid swipes, eyes rolling back into their sockets—a testament to sheer pleasure. “Oh, my God, that feels so good,” I moaned, my legs quivering in the air.

I bit my lower lip, feeling aflame, consumed by passion, my hand combing my hair backward. His actions stole my breath away and stopped my heart for a moment. My body stiffened, eyes dropping to look at him, wondering what he was doing to me. My face scrunched up in passion, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through my veins.

I lay on my back, surrendering to his magic, my hands reaching to fondle my own breasts, fingers tuning and pinching my nipples. My back arched, every nerve in my body singing with delight.

“You're killing me, Afan,” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut as euphoria washed over me, drowning out everything else.

I bucked my hips, seeking more contact, my heart swelling with desire. He quickened his pace, his rapid swipes going faster by the minute.

“Oh, my God!” I sat back on the table with a heaving chest, eyes widening at the intensity of this spark of electricity surging through me. “Keep going. Don't stop—yes!” I shrieked delightedly, almost climaxing. “Right there, right there,” I cried, my tone laced with desperation.

He granted my wish, swiping over the exact spot that I wanted. I shut my eyes, my body shuddering at how hot my pussy had become. Literally.

Afanasy continued, his moves relentless, as though his goal was to make me come. The more he swiped over my clit, the wetter I became, and the harder it was for me to breathe.

“Fuck!” A sensual groan rumbled deep within my throat.

I could feel it—the gush of liquid about to explode out of me, causing my whole body to tremble. “Don't stop, I'm coming!” I announced, my cries filling the room, mingling with the scent of my arousal.

Afanasy moved faster, maintaining the same spot until there was an erotic explosion—my liquid squirting out like water from a fountain.

And then Afanasy did something crazy, something I didn't see coming. He dove between my legs, burying his face in my squirting pussy.

I screamed, lost in a sea of sheer pleasure, my moans building up a crescendo that shattered the silence.

He took my essence in his mouth, eating me up.

“Fuccckkkk!” I writhed, the table creaking beneath my weight.

It felt as though my pussy was on fire from all that burning desire within me. And the more I tried to pull away, the more he grabbed my thighs and pulled me back to himself.

He was killing me with pleasure—an overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume me. Afanasy's chilly tongue was cool over my hot cunt—a wonderful contrast that sent tremors through my very core.

I fell on my back, fingers scratching over the surface of the table in an attempt to curtail the passion sprinting down my spine. My hands pushed his head deeper between my legs, unable to get enough.

Afanasy's mouth left my pussy, and he rose to his feet, the cap of his cock teasing my slippery entrance. I opened my eyes, watching him wipe my juice off his lips. With both legs around his waist, I pulled him closer, eager to feel him deep inside me.

“Take me,” I whispered, my body twisting and twirling on the table, my eyes cast on him. “Please, take me…. I'm all yours.”

My eyes widened, and a slow gasp came forth as he pushed his hard, veiny cock into my wet entrance. He held my gaze, watching my reaction. A smile played on his lips, indicating his pleasure.

“Give it to me. I want all of it. I want all of you.” My tone was a hushed whisper, laced with desperation, as I pleaded with my eyes.

As his hips moved, I felt him deep inside me. Each powerful stroke sent tremors sprinting through my core, leaving me lost in a haze of ecstasy.

Breathless, my moans escaped in ragged gasps. “Oh, Afan…. Yes…. Oh, my God, yes….” My hands flew into my hair, my eyes rolling back until I could see nothing but utter darkness.

He continued to grind, his groin slapping loudly against mine. I pressed my shoulders into the table, arching my back as he filled me up completely, my pussy swallowing him whole.

His name became a mantra, echoing in my head as he dug into me with rapid thrusts. My breasts bounced back and forth as I curled my fingers over the edge of the table, gripping it tightly for support.

As he rammed me without mercy, fueled by his desire and my moans, my face contorted in ecstasy. My lips parted, mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

I sighed, screamed, moaned, whimpered, and pleaded in reaction to his incredible thrusts.

He pulled out and rapidly positioned me with my back against his groin and my breasts on the table. One leg rested over the surface while the other anchored me to the ground. I winced, that pleasurable pain jolting across my body as he spanked my ass.

“Yes, again!” I implored, jerking as he thrust into me from behind.

“You naughty little devil,” he whispered, his voice husky and sexy. “You like that, don't you?”

“Yes, sir!” I responded, flinching as he slapped my butt cheeks, one at a time. “Spank that ass—it's yours.”

He grabbed my hair, pulling it backward as his thrusts intensified. I loved the feeling of my hair being pulled as he rammed into me so vigorously, his groin noisily slapping against my ass.

At his powerful surges, my nipples grazed over the surface of the table, sending sweet sensations through my body. “Yes, baby! Harder—go harder. I can take it!”

He quickened his pace, plunging deeper and faster, his movements growing more and more insistent by the second.

“Pull my hair!” I implored as he took his hand off for a moment.

He grabbed a handful and did as I wanted, my loud moans filling the room. “Oh, my God, yes…yes!” My words dissolved into incoherent cries, my legs quivering at the intensity of the pleasure surging through me. “It feels so good!”

His thrusts became more powerful, his hips driving forward with unrelenting force, and he wouldn't stop going. Afan pushed himself deeper and with rapid movements that caused the table to creak.

“Come in me,” I whispered, pleading, my voice barely audible over my own cries. “I want it. I want it deep inside me.”

His response was a primal growl that sent shivers down my spine as he pulled on my hair, his body trembling.

“Yessss! Give it to me!” I giggled, my tone dripping with pleasure.

As his body tensed behind mine, I could feel his muscles strain. He pushed his hips forward, driving deeper inside me with one last powerful thrust.

A feral whisper escaped his lips as he released his essence, filling me up with his warmth.

“Yessss.” My body shuddered, accepting all of him as I moaned with his name on my lips. “Oh, Afan….”

He groaned, stiffening until the very last drop of his load had filled me up. Afan pulled out slowly, his cum dripping off my entrance, my legs shaking tremendously.

I turned around to face him, his skin covered in sweat. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to himself, our bodies colliding and my breasts brushing against his chest.

His fingers found their way into my hair, his forehead resting against mine, our labored breaths fanning over our faces.

“Wow!” I exclaimed softly, giggling. “You never cease to amaze me, Afan. Sex with you is always so phenomenal.”

His lips curled into a smile. “I’m glad you like it.” He pushed my hair behind my ear.

I looked into his eyes. “Thank you for being such an amazing husband.” My palms cupped his face. “I'm grateful for all you do, and from the bottom of my heart… I love you, Afanasy Tarasov.”

“And I love you, too, Wren Tarasov,” he replied with a bright smile, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

He pulled me into his warm embrace, and there I found peace and comfort. Before the night would end, we'd go multiple more rounds. But for now, we both needed the rest.

At first, I didn't think I'd find this much happiness and fulfillment, considering how my story began. However, against all odds, I’d somehow managed to find my happy ending.

*****

THE END

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Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

He paid for my hand in marriage. Now this Bratva monster wants me to give him an heir.

He's decades older, hardened, and brutal - a man I despise.

Forced into his world, I'm trapped in a web of loyalty, deceit, and desire.

My innocence was his prize, taken on our wedding night.

He claims me as his own, body and soul, and soon I’m carrying his child

Each night, he whispers promises of ruin and pleasure, his eyes burning with passion.

I'm locked in his world, where luxury hides the chains, and my heart trembles at his wrath.

But soon, my body craves his possession, and I'm lost in the darkness.

His ruthless heart beats only for power, yet in his arms, I find a twisted sense of home.

With each passing night, our dangerous dance intensifies, and the stakes escalate.

I'm living in his world now, but my past comes to haunt me over and over

The lines blur between hate and desire, and I'm caught in the crossfire.

Only one question lurks around, will I survive the monster who owns me?

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