Epilogue

Six Weeks Later

Willow

Since handing Enzo over to Konnor and finally getting Seamus out of the picture, we have lived in peace. It's strange really. Not having to worry that at any moment something is going to go horrifically wrong. Going to bed and waking up with Rafe has become a ritual. No more sleeping or waking alone for me.

Except this morning. Rafe was already gone from our bed when I woke but I knew he would be. He has been planning a party to celebrate my birthday for the past two weeks, even though I have told him numerous times that it really isn't necessary. He won't listen, though, insisting that his wife deserves to be celebrated. And so the madness began.

He won't let me help either, even though this is my specialty.

"Are you going to stay in bed all day?" Thalia asks from the doorway, Regina standing beside her.

Things between us will probably never be the same again but I can say I am relieved that Regina no longer sequesters herself to her room for days on end. She isn't the happy, vibrant woman I met what feels like a lifetime ago, but every day I see a little more of her former strength returning.

"It's my birthday. I'll do whatever I want," I sass, stretching out beneath the covers.

"That may be true but your husband has sent me here to take you out," Thalia replies.

"Out?"

"Yes. Apparently you need a new dress."

"For fuck's sake," I mumble, swinging my legs off the bed and walking into the closet. "I have tons of clothes I have never even worn."

Getting dressed in a navy pantsuit, I hurry through the motions, knowing I don't really have a choice in the matter either way. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can relax.

Making my way downstairs, I find Thalia and Regina so we can leave.

"Take Sonja with you," Rafe says before we walk out the front door.

"Why?"

"While we may have been living in peace these last weeks that doesn't mean it's safe," he replies. "And I don't want to think of Diego with you, shopping."

"Are you jealous, Husband?"

I only wanted to poke a little fun at him but his eyes are stormy when he reaches me.

"Yes," he replies, honesty shining through in his tone. "I am very possessive and the thought of any other man imagining you naked is enough to have me reaching for my gun."

Leaning up on my toes, I place a kiss on this chin. "Does that mean you aren't jealous of women?"

Grabbing my ponytail he tilts my head back, staring into my eyes.

"I will kill anyone who thinks to take you from me."

His lips slam down on mine. My body bows to mold against his and I want to rub against him like a fucking cat. It's insane that only the slightest touch from him can send my hormones soaring. I always thought I was in control of my libido. How wrong I have been.

Breaking the kiss, Rafe leans to the side to whisper in my ear. "I wouldn't be opposed to watching another woman eat your pussy, though."

Jesus fucking wept. My cunt spasms at the simple thought his dirty words conjure, Sonja's angular features springing to mind.

"Go get a pretty dress, Wife," he says, releasing me before landing a smack on my ass. "I'll see you later."

In somewhat of a daze, I walk out, descend the stairs, and fall into the luxurious back seat of the black SUV that is waiting to whisk us away.

A woman? I've never even considered it but now I can't get the thought out of my mind.

"How do you let him do that?" Thalia asks. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude or pry, but he always seems so rough with you."

I stare at her, assessing her words. Thalia has been through a lot in her life and I know she is just trying to understand. I know she was trafficked and raped for a long time.

"It's different," I say carefully. "Yes, Rafe is brutal and sometimes a little rough but he will never hurt me."

"I can't imagine allowing a man to treat me that way. I wouldn't be able to handle it."

She is probably right. The trauma of what she has been put through has broken something inside her. Sadness creeps into my heart at the thought.

"Rafe was my first. Every sexual experience I have ever had has been with him. Some women wouldn't enjoy what he does but I do. It takes a level of trust to let him take the lead and know that whatever he decides to do will be for my pleasure. He hasn't let me down yet."

Thalia nods, mulling my words over before she speaks. "Do you think Dom would be the same?"

"Yes," Regina and I say at the same time.

Thalia shakes her head, her gaze slipping from Regina to me. In the last weeks we have all gotten to know one another better, becoming friends. She has spoken to me before, voicing her worries about the future.

Regina takes Thalia's hand in hers. "Dom knows you better than anyone else. He has been part of your life for years, helping and supporting you."

"What if I am too damaged?" Thalia whispers brokenly.

"What if you're not?" I challenge. "What if all you need is love to help repair the damage done to you? Don't you think it's worth a try?"

"If it doesn't work I'll lose him."

"If you don't try, you'll lose him eventually," Regina replies as we pull up to a swanky new boutique.

"Let's get through today," I say with a smile. "Then we can sit down and work on a plan of action that you're comfortable with."

"Sorry for killing the mood," Thalia says, looking guilty.

"You didn't ruin anything," I say, grabbing her hand and dragging her along. "Let's find something pretty to wear and then find somewhere to grab a mimosa."

Thalia laughs behind me, smiling once more. Regina follows behind with a slight smile of her own and Sonja takes up the back. I have grown fond of Thalia and only want the best for her and Dom.

It doesn't take us long before we each have a selection of items to try on. Sonja surveys all of us with hawklike eyes but I can see she is bored out of her mind. I keep replaying Rafe's words in my mind, my fantasies already running away with me.

Thalia and Regina quickly find what they like and I send them down the street to one of my favorite cafes. I know Regina hasn't eaten yet and I don't want her to wait longer than necessary. They take our driver with them for protection and Sonja waits for me. The dressing room is quiet as I undress once more to try on a different dress.

Standing in my underwear I stare at myself in the mirror, the dress hanging against the back wall. "Sonja," I call out before losing my nerve. "Will you help me please?"

The curtain moves aside moments later, revealing me to her gaze. Sonja blatantly takes in my body, her gaze skimming every curve.

"Mrs. Gallo," her voice is different than usual, lower. And her accent is more pronounced. "How can I be of assistance?"

"Hand me the red dress, please," I gesture toward it.

It's a deep-ruby color with a halter neck and a plunging neckline. The length will hit above my knees once I have it on. Sonja passes it to me without making eye contact. Slipping it over my head I allow the luxurious material to slip across my skin.

"Zip me up," I command.

Sonja's fingers caress along my spine, drawing the zipper up slowly. I can feel her gaze burning into my skin. I see her anger in our reflection of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror. It's easy to forget about my scars until someone notices them.

"I won't be able to wear a bra with this dress," I mumble.

Sonja's head snaps up and her gaze collides with mine in the mirror. Pulling my hair out of the way, I undo the clasp that holds the material around my neck, the material falling free and once more exposing my bra. I undo the clasp and my breasts fall free as the material falls to the floor. I don't take my eyes off Sonja, assessing her every reaction. I've never tried to seduce a woman but I presume that it's the same in principle as it would be with a man.

Her pupils dilate and she swallows before licking her lips. Slowly, I fix the dress in place before turning to face her.

"What do you think?" I ask.

"You are a very beautiful woman," she replies. "And the dress only enhances that."

"Thank you, Sonja," I say.

She nods before high tailing it out of the dressing booth. I can't help but smile as I change back into my own clothes.

****

Hours later I dance with my husband in the marquee tent he has set up on the back lawn. My face hurts from smiling so much. Rafe has been growling and glaring at any man that dares to let his gaze linger on me, and I am loving his possessiveness.

It isn't an overly big party but he has invited some of the higher-ranking members of both our families and they have brought their wives. On a table in the corner stands a stack of perfectly wrapped presents I have absolutely no interest in. None of these people know me so they wouldn't know what to get me.

"Have you decided what you want for your birthday?" Rafe asks with a smile after twirling me on the dance floor.

I have. But I am a little nervous to tell him.

Rafe stares at me, seeing my indecision. He drags me from the tent, leaving our guests to their own devices. Rounding the house, he pushes me against the raw brick wall before kissing me passionately.

"I want you to be happy," he breathes afterward, his forehead resting against mine.

"I am," I pant, fighting to catch my breath.

"If that's true, you shouldn't be worried to tell me anything." He caresses my cheek. "We promised to be open and honest with each other. No more secrets."

"Sonja," I blurt out her name.

Rafe frowns. "What about her?"

"I want Sonja for my birthday," I reply breathily.

Rafe's eyes narrow slightly before he smirks. "And how long have you wanted her? How long have you kept this little fantasy to yourself?"

My cheeks heat with a blush. "It's your fault. I never even considered it before you said the words this morning."

He chuckles before kissing me again. "I can ask her. But I can't promise she will agree."

She'll agree. I know she will.

Rafe reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls his phone out before dialing.

"I need you in my office."

He doesn't wait for a reply before ending the call and dragging me into the house. Sonja is already waiting for us when we make our way down the hall. Butterflies are swarming as I take her in. She is dressed in black leather tonight and it hugs every curve of her body.

Rafe leads us inside, gesturing for her to take a seat.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush, Sonja," Rafe says as he pulls me down into his lap. "For her birthday, my wife has requested that you join us in the bedroom for the evening."

Sonja's look of shock is almost comical. "What?"

"You are free to say no. It won't affect your job or the way you are treated," Rafe continues.

"Are you serious?" Sonja pushes her chair back harshly before running a hand through her hair. She walks to the window before turning back to stare at me. "Is this really what you want?"

"Yes, please."

"Fuck." She rubs a hand harshly over her face. She stares at Rafe. "If this is truly about what she wants, I won't fuck you."

"I don't want you to," he replies.

Sonja nods. The room feels warm as we stare at each other.

"What now?" I whisper.

"Come here," she demands.

I don't hesitate, my crimson heels carrying me from my husband to the woman I can't seem to get off my mind today. When I stop in front of her she assesses me, taking in everything about me.

"If you want me to stop, say so," she says, cupping my breast through the material of my dress. "I heard you talking in the car this morning. I know you don't have much experience."

She pinches my nipple and a mewl falls from my lips.

"And I saw the way you looked at me in the dressing room," I reply.

She smiles. "It's hard not to stare at a beautiful, confident woman."

Tilting my head back, she kisses me. It's different than kissing Rafe, or even Dom. Her lips are soft and she coaxes me to open for her. She doesn't demand or take, she lets me decide what I want to give.

Pulling back, she smirks. Leading me to the chair she just vacated she pushes me down to sit, making sure that I am facing my husband. Rafe sits in his leather chair, sipping whiskey from a crystal goblet, watching us with interest. Behind me, Sonja undoes the clasp holding my dress around my neck, exposing my breasts to the office air and both their gazes.

She cups both breasts from behind, hefting the weight in her hands before pinching my nipples. My eyes fall closed as a moan falls from my lips.

"Stunning," Rafe murmurs.

Sonja doesn't say a word as she continues to fondle me, playing with my tits until I am writhing on my seat.

"Stand up."

My heels wobble slightly, arousal swimming through my veins. Sonja lowers the zipper and the ruby material pools around my feet, leaving me completely naked.

"No panties," she mumbles, caressing the globes of ass.

"Easy access," Rafe replies by way of explanation.

Sonja turns me around with a sound of approval, whether for what she sees or what he said I don't know, neither do I care. Her gaze is dark and stormy as she takes in every inch of my naked skin.

"On the desk," she says, backing me against the sturdy wood. When my ass hits the surface, she pushes me back, forcing me to lie across my husband's office desk. Rafe smiles devilishly at me.

"You look beautiful spread out on my desk for us to admire."

Lips surround one of my nipples, drawing it into the wet heat of her mouth. My back bows off the wood as a moan falls from my lips. Sonja runs a finger through my wetness, her teeth grazing my breast as she moves to the other one. Her finger finds its way to my channel, spearing me without preamble.

A zipper lowers in the background before Rafe tilts my head back. Opening my mouth, I take his length to the back of my throat, sucking hard. His hands hold my head in place as he shallowly fucks my face.

Sonja's lips move across my stomach until she is between my thighs, her tongue working its way between my folds. She is gentle but thorough, lapping at my folds and entrance before finally moving to my clit and sucking on it harshly.

Sounds fall from me as Sonja pushes me closer and closer to my orgasm. Rafe tweaks my nipples, continuing to thrust into my mouth. I feel overwhelmed. I am being touched by two pairs of hands, every part of my body stimulated.

On the brink of orgasm my body starts to convulse, shaking on the harsh wooden table beneath me. Sonja adds a second finger and increases the tempo of her thrusts, sucking harder on my clit. Rafe's thrusts become erratic and I know we are both beyond the point of return. My orgasm slams into me just as his cum floods my mouth. My body shakes and I forget to breathe for a moment as my vision bursts with color.

"Fuck!" my husband roars above me.

Sonja continues to lick me through my aftershocks before rising from her spot. "Beautiful," she murmurs before kissing me.

My taste and Rafe's blends together, already setting me on fire once more. Sonja pulls away with a smile before nodding at Rafe.

"What about you?" I ask, sitting upright to watch as she walks toward the door.

Sonja grins broadly. "Maybe on your next birthday." And with a wink she is gone.

Rafe rounds his desk and pulls me into his arms. "That was fucking hot." He smirks before kissing me. "Happy birthday, Love."

I love this man, and who we are together. Nothing—nothing—can break us apart.

Ever.

The End