Epilogue: Sienna

"Oh, my God, this is magnificent!" Ms. Crowley said to me, her eyes widening in astonishment as she gazed at a portrait on the wall.

"I call it ‘Love in the dark,'" I replied with a smile, standing by her side.

She smiled back. "It's amazing, Sienna."

This was one of the many praises I'd received since the opening about an hour ago.

My husband, ever supportive, had encouraged my passion for art these past three years, and now that I was done with school, we decided that it was time to take a step forward. I'd always envisioned owning an art gallery just like Fiona's cousin, Nightingale.

Vlad thought it was a fantastic idea and funded the whole thing from start to finish. He said all I had to do was create my beautiful designs.

"You focus on doing what you do best. Leave the rest to me," his voice resounded in my head.

Today, my dream was a reality; we were all gathered here at my exclusive art exhibition at the Wolkov private galley, where my art was being showcased on the walls.

The expansive space was filled with the elites of society, the who's who and art enthusiasts, all dressed to impress. Vlad, being a well-connected man in the city, had his own guests; mafia members, politicians, philanthropists, Hollywood stars, and a few other public figures.

Waiters moved amidst the crowd with trays of champagne and canapés in their hands. As one walked by, I reached out and helped myself to a glass, hoping a couple of sips would help ease my nerves.

"You know, drinking at your own art exhibition isn't really a good idea."

I knew I recognized that voice, that smooth English laced with a Russian accent. A smile brightened my face, and I turned to face the speaker. "Sasha?" My brows rose. The last time I'd seen my cousin was three years ago when I first visited St. Petersburg.

"Surprise!" She embraced me. "Oh, my God! Look at you." She checked me out from head to toe.

"You haven't aged a day since the last time I saw you," Dmitry said, joining us, clad in a fine jacket over a pair of jeans.

"This is a pleasant surprise." I chuckled, unable to uncontrol my excitement.

"Yeah, we figured since we missed the wedding, we wouldn't miss this, too," he replied, hand tucked in his pocket.

"How's Babushka and the rest of the family?" I asked.

"Who are you calling the rest of the family ?" a familiar voice chimed in from behind me.

My heart was about to explode from my chest as I slowly turned to face the speaker. "Aunt Natasha!"

"For the fifteenth hundredth time, honey, it's just Natasha—I'm not that old." She smiled widely, pulling me into her arms. "Come here!"

She was Dad's older sister, but she seemed to have aged in reverse since the last time I'd been in Russia. My hot aunt embraced me tightly, a testament of how much she'd missed me and vice versa. I had never been so happy to see my relatives.

"How—how are you guys here?" I stuttered.

"First, where's baby Zachar?" Natasha asked.

"Mommy!" My three-year-old boy hopped out of the nanny's arms and rushed to my feet.

"There he is!" I smiled, picking him up.

"My God, he's so handsome," Natasha said, leaning closer to play with him. "He has your eyes."

Zachar was the spitting image of his father: same dirty blond hair, porcelain skin, and charming smile, plus a pair of green eyes he got from me. The boy was a symbol of our love.

"Zachar, say hello to Aunt Natasha," I said to him, shifting his attention to her.

"Zachar, darling, pay no attention to your mother. You can call me Natasha," she said with a broad grin.

Dmitry and Sasha joined her, and they all admired my boy.

It turned out that Vlad had reached out to them a few days ago after I casually mentioned that I had missed them. I had no idea he'd taken it seriously, but I was glad that he did.

I locked eyes with him as he conversed with a small group of men. "Thank you," I mouthed, a hand on my chest and he raised a glass with a faint grin.

"Hold on, what about Babushka? How's she coping now that you're here?" I asked Natasha.

"Oh, she'll survive a day or two with your Uncle Ivan," she replied, smiling at Zachar as he played with her hair. "Where are your parents?"

"They're somewhere around," I replied.

"I'm proud of you, Sienna. And this place is amazing— you're amazing."

"Thank you, aunty," I answered.

She let out a sigh. "I'll have to get used to that."

We both laughed.

I caught Fiona standing at a distance, waving at me. "Excuse me," I said and attempted to leave when Zachar began to cry.

"I think he wants to go with you." Natasha handed him back to me.

I accepted him, and he slipped into my arms.

"Hi, Sia." Fiona smiled as I approached her. "Hey, Zachar." She playfully touched his cheeks.

"You made it," I said to her.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," she replied. "You've waited long for this day, and I'm glad that it's finally here. I'm really proud of you, Sienna."

"Aww. Thank you, Fiona." I slightly hugged her. "You look beautiful, by the way."

She was wearing a stunning long red gown with a pair of heels, a silver necklace around her neck.

"Not as beautiful as you are, obviously," she said modestly, admiring me with her eyes.

Just like Fiona, I was wearing a long gown that almost swept the fine marble floor; it was green, and it complemented the color of my eyes. At least that was what my husband had said earlier this morning.

Fiona and I were still talking when Zachar started whining, and he wouldn't shut up. I tried everything that I could, but nothing was working. My best friend offered to help, as well, but the boy was persistent with his wailing.

I caught Fiona laughing as she watched me struggle with my three-year-old. "Don't get too cocky; you'll be a mom one day, too," I said.

She chuckled. "Until then."

"Did someone call the cavalry? ‘Cause they've arrived," Vlad said, halting beside me.

"Oh, thank God you're here." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hand him over." He smiled, and I didn't hesitate doing so for a second.

The moment Zachar lay his head on Vlad's shoulder, it was like he found peace, and all that whining gradually stopped.

"Hi, Vlad," Fiona greeted him.

"Hi," he replied, gently caressing the baby's back, willing him to sleep.

"I'll uhh…I'll leave you two to it," she said, excusing herself. "Later, Sia."

I hugged her, and she smiled before dematerializing. Returning my gaze to my husband and child, my heart melted as I watched him rock the baby to sleep, holding him like he was an egg.

Since the birth of Zachar, Vlad had proven to be the best father that he could be, the best husband who was hell-bent on building a happy home for his wife and kid. Watching him now, being all cozy and sweet with Zachar, brought a bright smile to my face and filled my heart with gladness.

Soon, Zachar fell asleep, and I beckoned the nanny to come over. When she arrived, Vlad quietly handed him over to her.

"Make sure he sleeps peacefully," he said to her.

She nodded and walked away.

"Father of the year." I smiled at him.

"Just doing my job," he said, reciprocating the gesture.

"Mrs. Wolkov." A woman approached us and engaged me in a deep conversation about my work.

Vlad kissed my forehead and excused himself, leaving me with this art enthusiast who was obviously a huge fan. I loved talking about my work with people who appreciated good stuff. I later learned that her name was Gloria Salvador, a wannabe artist with a knack for impressionist art.

As the evening unfolded, I lost count of the number of times I'd caught Vlad staring at me mischievously. I recognized the look in his eyes; he wanted me, and that only made me wet. Each time we locked eyes across the hall, I'd feel my pussy tingle between my legs. I wanted him so badly and couldn't wait until the day was over to have him fuck me. I literally couldn't wait.

He was handsome, so hot and sexy in his usual impeccably tailored suit that revealed his build.

I was talking to a group of admirers when our eyes locked again, and he cast a flirtatious grin at me. Discreetly, I bit my lower lip, slowly running a finger around the rim of the glass in my hand.

He smirked and said a few words to his company. The fact that he was feet away from me meant that I couldn't make out what he had said to them, but it sure seemed to me like he'd excused himself.

I watched him leave the group and head upstairs with a pointed stare in my direction. This was it, my opportunity to fuck him. He'd done that to call me out; it was a silent signal, and I was smart enough to get the message.

"I, uhm…" I said to those around me, clearing my throat. "I need to take care of something important. I'll be back." I drained my glass, set it on the nearest table, and followed my husband up the stairs.

I walked through the crowd, smiling and nodding at my guests, but deep down, I was hoping that no one would engage me in any conversation right now. I was burning with desire for my husband, and all I wanted was his dick inside me.

Increasing my pace, I rushed up the stairs, leaving the exhibition below. The hallway was empty and quiet, except for the sounds of my heels clicking against the floor.

The door to the art studio was partially open, and I smiled, looking back to make sure no one was following me.

That instant, I was pulled into the room by the wrist, and once inside, the door was slammed shut with my back resting against it.

"Naughty, naughty. You had me turned on downstairs," Vlad said, pressing himself against me.

I moaned softly at his erection brushing against my legs. "Oh, yeah, what're you gonna do about it?" I asked, teasing him with a low, sexy voice.

His cologne mixed with the smell of paint as I struggled to regain my breath.

"Why don't I show rather than tell?" he replied with a husky tone, pressing his lips against my neck while gently caressing my curves.

"I'd like that," I whispered, letting out a moan as his hand traveled up my thigh.

Vlad kissed my lips, and, at the same time, his fingers shifted my underpants to the side before sliding in. "Looks who's wet already," he teased with a thick voice that made my body tremble.

Vlad went down on his knees and stuck his head under my dress. His tongue was chilly as he licked my cunt and rubbed my clit.

"Yes," I moaned in silence, shutting my eyes.

When the pleasure started getting to my brain, making me lose my senses, I covered my mouth with my palm in an attempt to muffle my moans.

He rose to his feet, lifting me in his strong arms as he walked over to a table beside a nearly completed portrait.

The room was dimly lit, with a lot of my work hanging here and there; it was my studio, and this wouldn't be the first time we fucked in here.

He set me down on the table and engaged me in a very hot kiss that left us both breathless. I sat there, legs spread apart, as I struggled with his belt while still twirling my tongue in his mouth. Finally, I unbuckled the damn thing and undid his zipper. My blood was boiling with passion and desire, and in no time, I withdrew his cock. The weight of it in my hand never got old, and it always made me smile.

He grabbed my neck as if to choke me, and I stuck out my tongue, stroking his cock, my thumb smearing his precum over his cap. He bent over and kissed me while simultaneously fingering my pussy.

I lay on his cock, positioning it at my entrance with an inviting look etched upon my face.

Vlad pushed himself inside me, and we both moaned like two starving beasts. His thrusts were fast and hard, and I was trying not to scream out. The feeling was so overwhelming, and as usual, he was hitting the right spot.

My whole body was tensing, craving this man whose cock I could never get enough of.

His hands were all over my body, caressing my contours, as I felt hotter by the second. It was as if I was losing my breath and possibly my mind as well. The pleasure was too much to hold in, but I had to; there were people downstairs, and they could fucking hear us.

He turned me around, ramming my pussy from behind. I knew he was tempted to pull on my hair like he always did in positions like this, but he didn't. I figured he couldn't risk making a mess of my curls.

I winched at the pleasurable pain of his palm slapping my ass. I liked that; it was fucking hot, and he did it again and again and again. I was pretty sure that spot had turned red by now with his fingers imprinted on it.

I covered my mouth tightly, taking in his deep thrusts that traveled to my stomach. My eyes were turning white, and my breasts were pressed against the table below.

With a deep groan, he announced his arrival, filling my pussy with his load as I dragged out my moans, accepting all of it, every drop.

We let out a mutual sigh of satisfaction, and he pulled out of my slippery cunt.

He turned me around and kissed my lips. "Did I tell you that you look so beautiful today?" he asked, his breath heavy from all that banging.

Yes, he did, more times than I could count.

"I'm not sure," I said, lying through my teeth.

He smiled and picked up a brush, then dipped it into a bowl of red paint. "You are the most beautiful woman alive, Sienna Wolkov." He said, raising the brush with the paint dripping down.

I blushed, wondering what he planned on doing with that.

Gently, he raised my curly hair and spun me around. Seconds later, I felt the cool paint on my skin, caressing the back of my neck in one single stroke.

"This is a symbol of my undying love for you," he said, clarifying his action.

I felt a thrill of excitement jolt through my body, making me more sensitive to the power of his love. I faced him again and took another brush, dipped it into the same red paint, and marked him on the back of his neck, somewhere below the collar of his white undershirt. "Now, we both are marked by this paint," I said, wrapping my hand around his neck.

We spent the next few minutes kissing and giggling at his jokes.

"We should return downstairs before someone notices we're gone," he said, pulling his pants back up.

"Yeah, good idea," I concurred, adjusting my gown.

After we finished getting dressed, he held my hand, and we left the studio together.

"There they are," Mom said, smiling as we walked down the steps, hand in hand. "I've been looking all over for you two."

We halted before her and the rest of my family, exchanging glances.

"Where were you guys anyway?" Sasha asked us.

Dad looked at me and Vlad with a mischievous grin. "Trust me, you don't wanna know," he replied.

It took her a couple of seconds, but eventually, she got it. "Ooh! I see." Her eyes widened at the realization, and she smiled. "God, I need a man in my life."

We laughed, and soon, Fiona joined us.

I stood beside my husband, our fingers clutched between one another as I watched my family laugh and make merry. The air was filled with love and happiness, prompting a wide smile to brighten my face.

Gratitude enveloped my heart, and tears of joy almost dropped from my eyes as I appreciated how my life had turned out in the end.

I looked at Vlad with a smile.

Surrounded by the people I loved and adored, I drew in a deep breath, ready for the next chapter of our lives.

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THE END