Epilogue— Brendon

One year later…

The crisp, late October air slips right through the fabric of my white dress shirt, sending a shiver down my spine. I wrap an arm around Saxon's shoulders, tucking her closer into my side. Judging by the goosebumps crawling across her chest, the gorgeous white, tea length dress overlaid with black lace isn't doing enough to keep my bride warm. Despite my own suit jacket that I wrapped around her after we cut our cake, she's still chilly.

With a chorus of applause and well wishes, Saxon and I make our exit from the sprawling, open field on a hill at the edge of my family's farm where we were married under the setting sun just a few hours ago. Saxon carried a bouquet of sunflowers, and I tried my best not to cry as the most incredible woman I've ever met promised to love me forever.

I failed miserably, but it's okay. I know Saxon loves my soft, sentimental side just as much as the sides that only come out in the dark for her.

We've been an inseparable duo since birth, but even more so since last Halloween. Once we took that step into the woods that fateful night, both Saxon and I knew that nothing would ever be the same.

She's always been my best friend, but that night, she became mine.

And now she's my wife.

When we reach the edge of the clearing where our car is waiting to take us home to our marriage bed, I take a quick look around to make sure none of our guests are lingering or can see us. When I determine that the coast is clear, I grip Saxon's hand and pull a hard left, leading her briskly away from the awaiting truck and towards the line of trees in the distance.

"Brendon, what the hell are you doing?" Saxon asks breathily as she strides to keep up with me. When the trees get closer and it all clicks in her head, she stops just short of the edge of the woods.

"Brendon," she gasps. "Everyone is still back in the middle of the farm. Someone could come by, they could hear us, they could?—"

I cut off her rambling by stepping forward, tilting her chin up and pressing my lips to hers in a bruising, searing kiss. I sink my teeth into her bottom lip as I press my hard cock into her belly, and my pretty little wife whimpers and melts beneath me.

I release her roughly, with enough momentum that she loses her footing on a step back. Her mouth parts as she watches me pull our favorite creepy scarecrow mask from my pocket and slide it over my face.

"Then you better run far and fast, little bunny," I growl. She stares up at me with blown pupils for half a second, and before I know it she's off like lighting, passing through the trees and disappearing into the dark of the night .

I palm myself through my slacks as I give her a head start, knowing damn well that my sick little bunny— my perfect, depraved wife— will always let me catch her.