Epilogue

EPILOGUE

VICTOR

Two Years Later

T his world was never meant for men like me. Cold, hard monsters who lurk in the shadows and get off on other's suffering. But there is always light at the end of every dark tunnel. Mine is Sedona Quinn.

"You don't know how happy this makes me, Dr. Quinn." Erik Peterson is giving her congratulatory handshakes. The old fool has a tear in his eye. Pathetic. "In honesty, I never thought I'd see the day."

I've spent a lot of time with him the past year as an evaluator of my mental conditioning. Under Sedona's strict supervision, I played the fool and gave him the best impression of my rehabilitation.

And there is a deep desperation to escape this place. Fucking Sedona in her office is great, don't get me wrong, but I'm not going to pump her belly full of my seed and bare my lineage while trapped in prison.

"Us too," Sedona says, and her cheeks burn a deep shade of crimson. "The road hasn't always been easy, but we made it to the finish line without any problems."

They share pleasantries before getting into the work that comes with my release. Press meetings across the United States, books penned on my story, and if all that bullshit goes well, there might even be a movie deal in the making. It's going to be a nuisance, sure, but how can I complain about my bank account getting fatter just for spending a small portion of my life behind bars?

"I think it's time," I cut them off while they laugh about screwing over Hollywood.

"Oh, yes, of course." Erik runs a hand through the tiny tufts of hair his baldness hasn't taken. "Are you sure you'd like to see him off, Dr. Quinn?"

"More than anything." She shoots a smile in my direction. He doesn't know it yet, but lying on his desk are Sedona's resignation papers—including, in brief, her commitment to staying on board during the trials and tribulations that I may face during the coming months of tours, interviews, and book signings.

A cheeky way of ensuring she's going to be at my side through everything. Thank fuck for that.

We say our goodbyes to Erik Peterson and find ourselves alone on the dock. Out in the distance, the ferryman glides across the water to pick us up.

"How are you feeling?" Sedona asks.

"Excited." I think that's what the burbling in my chest is.

I crumble onto the bench behind us, and Sedona does the same. Her hand immediately finds the bulge in my tight black trousers that don't fit right anymore. I'll never get tired of that feeling.

"Oh, is that so?" She nibbles her lip and strokes my rapidly swelling boner. "And why's that?" She's lucky there are cameras and guards all around the dock, or I'd have her bent over this bench and howling over the ocean.

"Because I finally get to marry the woman who fixed me." We both know I was never really broken, but it's not meant for my mental state. Sedona patched a hole inside me with her love, and I won't let her forget it.

She's the love of my life. The fire in my heart. And the best damn thing that has ever crossed my path.

"M-marry?" She gulps, and her hand instantly retracts from my cock. I grab her wrist and slam it back in place before it gets too far.

"You didn't think I'd give you a chance to run away, did ya?" I wink. "No one's going to get another taste or touch of MY pussy again."

She swoons and collapses into me.

"All yours." She pecks my jawline. "Only yours. Me, my pussy, everything." She giggles at the vulgarity of the last statement, but it confirms what I've known for so long.

Sedona Quinn is my one and only.

"Fuck, I love you," I say before throwing myself into her for a kiss. She tries to say it back, but my tongue down her throat doesn't give her an opportunity.

We make out on the dock like naughty kids until our boat arrives. When it does, I get a side-eyed glance from the operator, who no doubt doesn't believe I'm better.

Oh well.

He's just a small stepping stone on the rest of my path with Sedona.