Epilogue

"SAY CHEESE!"

"Cheese," my husband says obediently in his tux, and in a tone so dry I can"t help but laugh.

Stelios looks at me curiously when I upload his photo straight away to my socials.

"Can you finally tell me who you"re trying to piss?"

"Only when you finally promise not to interfere."

"You do remember who you"re talking to, don"t you?"

"The world"s hottest husband?"

Stelios shakes his head. "You"re talking to someone who can be so dangerously obsessive his doctor believes the wrong provocation can turn him into a cold-blooded killer...but you"re right, I do happen to be the world"s hottest husband as well."

"Can"t you just be obsessed with me," I bargain, "and forget about the rest of the world?"

"It"s because I"m obsessed with you that I need the truth." Stelios arches a brow. "Last chance, wife. Do you want to tell me yourself or would you like me to find out on my own?"

"Okay, fine. There was this girl in my high school who always made fun of me and predicting that I"d end up married to a loser." I wrinkle my nose at him. "All of the photos I"ve been uploading are basically me being very petty—-"

I can only roll my eyes when Stelios nods approvingly.

"A good start," he says, "but it"s not enough. How about letting me teach that girl a lesson—-"

Since his lessons tend to get really bloody, there"s only one way to resolve this.

"Oh, look!" I point in relief to Sheena"s wedding coordinator, who"s just come out of the garden chapel looking rather frantic. "I think that"s our cue to get ready."

And so it is, and ten minutes later Stelios and I are walking down the aisle as bridesmaid and groomsman for our friends" wedding.

"This is so embarrassing," I whisper under my breath. "I"m the only one pregnant in her entire entourage—-"

"What"s there to be embarrassed about?" Stelios looks at me blankly. "I"ve never seen you look more beautiful or sexier—-"

"Because you"re a perv," I retort laughingly with a roll of my eyes. "I"m five months pregnant, Stelios. That means I"m more huge than hot—-"

"And lactating."

Stelios" tone is filled with so much satisfaction it takes me an extra moment to understand what he"s saying.

What?!

Horror fills my gaze when I look down, and I realize what my husband has said is true.

Oh God, I really am lactating!

My bouquet of daisies and sunflowers become an impromptu cover for the wet dark spot on my gown, and as soon as we hear the priest declare our friends husband and wife, Stelios doesn"t waste a second longer as he swiftly drags me inside the caretaker"s apartment at the back of the chapel.

"Stelios, no—-"

But he"s already planted me on the breakfast counter, and I forget what I have to say when he yanks my gown down to my waist.

Oh!

My breasts pop out in an instant, and aside from looking more swollen than ever, I"m also still clearly lactating—-

Aaaaah!

Stelios bends his head and starts suckling on my nipple without warning.

Oh God!

"Your mama"s milk tastes fucking sweet, wife."

"God, you"re such a perv!"

But this only has him chuckling and suckling even harder...while his hands also start getting busy as he reaches under my gown to tear my panties off.

Oh God!

My husband doesn"t stop suckling my breast even as he thrusts into me—-

Suck. Thrust.

Suck. Thrust.

Suck. Thrust.

And when he finally lifts his head, all I can do is grip the counter edge as he proceeds to fuck me harder and harder until my head starts to spin.

"I fucking love seeing your belly swollen with my baby—-"

"Duuuude!"

"And your breasts," Stelios purrs. "Look at how your tits are squirting milk all over your body, wife—-"

"Oh my God, will you just shut—-aaaah!"

Stelios lazily licks the droplets of milk off my skin while his cock continues to shove in and out of my wet and quivering cunt.

God, oh God, I"m so, so close!

More milk squirts out as Stelios gives my nipple one last little bite, and I finally shatter with a cry.

Aaaah!

It takes Stelios and me a good fifteen minutes before we rejoin everyone at the reception, and our sly-looking bride wants to know the reason of our disappearance.

"I had a wardrobe malfunction," I say truthfully enough.

Sheena lets out an unladylike snort. "Not buying it."

"It"s true," I protest. "Stelios had to help me with it, so he, um, placed me on the cunt-er—-"

Everyone gapes at me, and it takes me a moment to realize what I"ve just said.

"I mean counter," I hastily correct myself, but it"s already too late.

Grrr!

Stelios is still grinning when we"re finally at our table while I"m still too busy of thinking of ways to kill myself for my Freudian slip.

"Stop beating yourself up, glikiá mou. It"s natural for married couples to have fun on the cunt-er—-"

"Ha. Ha. Ha." I"m about to tell him it"s also fun for husbands to sleep in the couch when my phone makes a beep as a new text message comes in.

Oh shit.

Stelios immediately sobers up when he catches the expression of dismay on my face. "What is it?"

"Have you ever heard of Strakh Inc.?"I ask anxiously.

"I have, yes."

"I"ve been warning Theía about them since day one, but she just doesn"t listen, and now this!" I hand over my phone so he can read the text himself. "She"s meeting with one of them! They"ll never understand someone like my Theía. They"re going to kill her—-"

"They won"t."

"They will," I argue back.

"No, glikiá mou. I promise you they will not."

"Please don"t tell me you"re like everyone else? Contrary to what most other people think, I honestly think Strakh Inc. is just made up of rich old freaks—-"

"Bailey?"

His gentle tone has me blinking in surprise. "What?"

"Just take my word on this. Strakh Inc. isn"t as bad as you think—-"

"But how can you sound so sure of that?"

"Because one of those rich old freaks you mentioned—-" Stelios" expression turns wry. "—-is me."

The End