Page 71 of Ever After

“And Chris?”

His eyes darken, and he clenches his jaw. “Dead. They have the names of all the people who purchased girls in the past two years, thanks to Sarah, and the FBI is going to take over tracking the girls down.”

“He won’t be able to do this again?” My chin quivers, and tears prick my eyes. The monitors in the room beep faster as I wait on baited breath for his reply.

He cups my face with his hands. “No, babe. Everything’s going to be fine. Everyone’s safe now. You were so brave back there. Because of you, we both made it out of there alive.” He kisses the tears that trickle down my cheeks. “Rest now. I won’t leave. You’re safe here.”

I nod and hold his hands to my face. “Can you sleep in here with me?”

He gives me a sad smile. “If I do, they’ll probably kick me out of the hospital.”

“Please. I need to feel you next to me. Just stay on my right side, and I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I scoot next to the railing, giving him room to get on the bed.

He chuckles quietly. “If I get in trouble, I’m blaming you.” He kisses me and slides in next to me, curling into my side.

“Good, and I’ll tell them to screw themselves.” I smile and turn serious again. “You said Marco and Sarah were on our side?”

“Yeah, they sent some anonymous information to the police, which will lead them to a lot of arrests. Hopefully, some of those girls can be brought home. Sarah told me she and Marco had been trying to take Chris down for a while, and with me getting involved, they were able to do it without being suspected.”

“Why couldn’t she just go to you before? Why wait until now?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “She never told me. She just told me everything was set up and now was the time.”

“Is she going to get in contact with her family? Let them know she’s safe?”

“She told me she was going to, but that she needs to make sure any loose ends are tied up so no one comes after her or Marco. He was blackmailed into taking and training the girls. I’m not sure what Chris had over him, but hopefully, that secret died with him.”

I stare at the ceiling, my body shaking with anger. “I hate him so much. I hate what he put me through. I hate what he made me do. And I hate that I’m going to remember him for the rest of my life. I’m glad he’s dead.” The heartrate monitor beeps faster again, and I take a few calming breaths to slow it.

“I’m here for you, Finley, how ever you need me.”

Epilogue

Finley

“Please, Master.”

“Please, Master, what?” he questions, slowing down, giving me a moment to breathe.

“Please, can I come?” I whine, the pressure between my legs too much.

“Only if you scream my name as you do it.”

He rams his cock deep inside me, hitting my favorite spot, and I fall over the edge. “Oh, Grayson, fuck! Don’t stop. I’m coming!” I scream, my hips bucking back into his.

His hips stutter, and he empties everything he has into me. My heart is pounding a hundred miles a minute, and my whole body is twitching. He looks down at me and traces his finger over the fading scar the bullet left behind on my side. Worry settles into his face, and I place my hand over his.

“Stop. I’m fine. It’s been over a year since it happened.”

I’m fine, it’s true, but some days are worse than others. Nights like tonight happen only a few times a month now instead of every few days. I’ll be in the middle of a nightmare, and I’ll wake up in a cold sweat, needing him, needing to be used. It’s still a drug my body craves. I can’t stop it. Grayson has been amazing, and every time I need him, he’s there and will take control.

It was hard the first few months as I was healing and dealing with all of the interviews, questions, and court appearances, but Grayson stood by my side through everything. I’m thankful fate brought him back into my life, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.

I haven’t been this happy with anyone in a long time. I gave up my condo and moved into his house with him shortly after returning to Chicago. It was easier than us taking turns at each other’s place.

He gets off me and heads into the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean us both up. I run my finger over my growing stomach and sigh contently.

Grayson