Epilogue

The next day…

"Congratulations man. I'm happy for you two," Carmine's voice crackles through the speaker of my cell.

I try to clear my throat to speak, hoping that will signal to Blair to let up on the pressure she has on my windpipe, but judging by the fiery stare that's ripe in her raven eyes and the knife handle pressed against my throat… she either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Knowing my wife, it's the latter.

"You there?" Carmine asks.

Exasperated, Blair removes her forearm from my throat and settles into a straddle on my lap.

I don't know how she can possibly think I can take her seriously when she's in nothing but a g-string, looking like my next fucking meal, which I plan on eating as soon as I get off the phone.

"Thank you," I mouth to her through a grin before resuming my phone call with Carmine.

Cocking her head up, she tightens the crossed position of her arms which highlights her full tits that are already on display for me. Rolling her eyes, she flicks her irises back in my direction. "This isn't over," she mouths.

Oh, do I fucking know it.

"Maddox," Carmine drones.

"Yeah man, sorry," I finally respond, unable to contain a laugh.

Carmine clicks his tongue before drawing out an amused sigh. "I should have known. Hello, Blair."

A playful scoff slips from her lips as her demeanor softens. "Hey, Carmine. How are you?"

"Honestly, it's been a fucking whirlwind of a night but me and Sienna are good. She's waiting for me inside, but I just wanted to say my congrats to the happy couple."

"Thanks man, miss you," I say.

"You too, I'll try to get back to New York when I can. I'm sad I missed your big day,"

"Dude it's fine, you kind of hand your hands full," I laugh and his own laugh echoes mine, as does Blair.

"True, but hey, it looks like we both finally got our girls, right? That's all that matters," he beams. I can tell how happy he is. All he's ever wanted is Sienna, just like all I've ever wanted is Blair.

I look to Blair, fuck is she is nuts, but oh so fucking beautiful. I'll never tire of the hoops she makes me go through. Pursing my lips, I blow a kiss to her. Expecting her to roll her eyes or say something smart, but she smiles, reaching for the phone out of my hand.

Bringing the mouthpiece to her lips, a devilish expression spreads across her face as she begins to talk to Carmine.

"Okay, Mr. Moretti," she begins, purposely sounding sarcastic.

"Oh god, I can only imagine what you have to say," Carmine retorts, stifling an uncomfortable laugh.

"We were kind of in the middle of something," she breathes into the phone, winking at me.

"Oh damn, my bad. Already trying for some babies, huh?"

"Ha, fuck no! Although I am straddling him now and–"

Jesus Christ, this woman is fucking relentless.

Snatching the phone from her, I switch it off speaker phone and bring it to my ear.

"Sorry man," I laugh, looking at her with a reprimanding stare.

"No need to be sorry. I'm her boss, I know she's wild, kind of like you. Which arguably makes you two a match made in hell, but truthfully, you guys couldn't be a better match."

A grin spreads across my face at the honesty in his words. It's true, we both are wild, borderline insane, but I couldn't imagine spending this overrated life with anyone else.

"Anyway," he continues. "I'll let you go, I don't want to hear how mad Blair gets if I get in the way of her getting some dick," he teases.

"I heard that," she chimes in. Clearly, I didn't lower the volume enough, ha.

"Listen I gotta go, but stop over at Oogie's later today, Eddie's still in town and he'd like to see you guys. Get whatever you two want, ink's on me as a wedding gift."

"Fuck, thanks man. Appreciate you," I murmur into the phone.

"You too," Carmine replies before we both hang up.

Tossing my phone to the ground, I take my hands to her hips. "So, you still mad at me?" I grin, trying my hardest to distract her with my pearly white smile.

"Yes," she deadpans, but I can tell by the way she's biting her lip that she's trying her fucking hardest not to stay mad.

Pulling her in closer to me, her back arches before her chest falls to mine. Her hardened peaks brush against the thin fabric of my shirt, making me ache for her.

"That's alright, the sex is always off the charts when you're pissed at me," I wink, trailing one hand up her torso. Squeezing her nipple in my hand, I flick at her piercing, causing her to moan before my hand travels to her face, capturing it in my grip.

My tongue slithers into her ready mouth, but I should have known, because like the brat she is, she chomps down at it, causing the split muscle to spread more. "Baby," I groan against her mouth. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry."

She pulls back, straightening her spine, looking me in the eyes. "I told you before that I wanted to learn the family business," she pouts, looking genuinely disappointed.

My palm moves to the crown of her head, pulling her into me, immediately diving into her neck. Pressing gentle kisses on her neck, I murmur against her skin. "Blair, the family business is murder. You are a murderer already. What am I missing here?" I ask.

"Ah, Maddox," she pounds her fists at my chest. "No, I told you I want to learn all the after killing stuff. Like the chopping. Oh, and the preserving of things." Her voice literally goes up two octaves as she talks about the preserving of body parts. Damn she really is meant for me.

"Ok, well we have our whole lives for that. Next time, okay?" I try to reassure her, but my stubborn little hellcat isn't satisfied.

"Can we try preserving the hand before you take the body to the incinerator at least?" she asks, batting her eyelashes.

"Seriously? The guy is fucking frozen, I threw him in there before heading to Satan's last night. It's going to take a while and—hold up, what the fuck do you want the hand for?"

"To fuck myself with," she grins and a sea of jealousy washes over me.

"Blair," I begin, tone heavy with reprimand.

"Oh, calm the fuck down. I'm kidding. Well, not about wanting the hand part, but the fucking myself part. I just thought it'd be cool to preserve them and add to our décor. I saw this cute candle holder I want to try and DIY."

I shake my head, letting out a defeated sigh. "Holy shit, we really are fucked up, aren't we?" I laugh.

She leans in closer, her forearms now draping over my shoulders as she leans in for a kiss.

"Yep, and I wouldn't have it any other way, Mr. Crane," she murmurs against my lips.

Fuck, I love when she calls me that.

"Good," I groan, moving my arm to look at the time on my watch. "Ok, we have some time before we have to go, what do you say to letting me eat that pussy of yours."

"Maddox, you literally went down on me right before Carmine called," she blushes, trapping her lip beneath her teeth.

"So? I'm a hungry man. You aren't going to deprive me are you, little hellcat?"

Lifting herself from my lap, she moves her hand to her lips. "Ssh," she breathes, searching for my phone that I tossed on the ground.

"What are you doing?" I ask, feeling the desperate hunger I have for her grow by the second. Ignoring me, as she has a tendency of doing, I watch as she swipes through my phone. I can't help but admire that grin she has on her face, as she swipes away.

"There we go," she exclaims, placing the phone back on the ground.

The speakers connected throughout the house begin to play Metallica's "Enter Sandman" as she places a hand on my shoulder and begins circling around where I sit with my legs spread, wanting her on my fucking lap now.

The beat begins to pick up, now burning through the speakers as her delicate fingers travel to my chin, tilting it upward before her hand glides down my neck, to my chest, and right to my hardened length.

Using both her hands she spreads my legs further apart as she begins to sway her hips with the music before throwing her head back, arching her back and beginning to grind on me.

She continues swirling her torso and ass on me, the way her body moves is fucking hypnotizing. Desperate for more of her, I knead my palms at her waist, pulling her into me. Her ass begins to rub on my cock, my piercings feel like iron rods from the amount of blood that is coursing through my length.

Gathering her hair in my fist, I pull her head back.

Her lips travel to my ear. "You like owning me?" she breathes sounding like the fucking vixen she is.

My cock stiffens from her words and my tongue begins to graze her ear.

"You fucking know it. I own every depraved part of you and now you're stuck with me," I groan, biting down on her lobe.

"Good, now shut up so I can give you a proper lap dance, Boogeyman."

"Yes, ma'am." I nod, letting her work her fucking dark magic on my body and, lucky me, I get to be under her spell until my very last breath.

Fingers crossed she isn't the cause of it.

THE END