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EPILOGUE

SASHA

It’s hard to believe that it’s been six months already. Six months since a whirlwind engagement and me walking out ofOur Lady of Graceashis wife. Sasha Evans. Bound not only to Liam and our new life, but the new life for our families.

I glance up from my book to find Liam by the fireplace, his gaze fixated on me. The soft glow of the sunset filtering through the windows is reflected in his eyes. The way he looks at me—always like he’s seeing me for the first time—causes my heart to race.

He crosses the room and drags his fingers along the edge of my jaw, smiling softly. Liam stands before me with an air of power and authority—asmySir. But also, as my Liam. The man who promised to heal the broken parts of me and has upheld his word more than I’ll ever be able to express.

“I want to play, momhuirnín ,” Liam whispers with a deep growl. He pulls me from the couch and into his body . “ You have two minutes to get your sweet ass in the playroom. I expect you ready when I get there.” The second he lets go of me, I scurry down the hall, unable to control my excited giggle.

Stripping off my clothes as I walk through the door, I grab a heavy wooden paddle from the wall. I carry it back to the door, take a breath, and lower myself to the floor. Legs slightly parted with the paddle resting on them, I press my knees into the floor and bow my head. I do so willingly— eagerly— trusting Liam and the way he leads me to offer him the respect of kneeling for him. He has earned every bit of my submission.

“Such a good girl,” he croons, walking through the doorway. Slipping one finger under my chin, he lifts my gaze from the floor up to him. He runs his thumb over my lower lip and into my mouth, massaging my tongue. I wrap my lips around it and suck as his other hand softly strokes my face. “On the bench, sweetheart.”

“Again,Sir?” I tease as he takes the paddle from my hands and helps me to my feet.

He rubs his hand over the still-tiny bump. “I’m using it all I can before you grow too roundto lay onyour stomach.”

I climb onto the spanking bench, and Liam runs his fingers over my bare skin as he wraps cuffs around both my ankles and wrists to secure me firmly to the cushion beneath my stomach. Standing before my head, he undoes his pants to make room for his rapidly growingcock,and I can’t help but lick my lips.

“Always so fucking insatiable for my cock in your throat, Mrs. Evans.” He nudges his pants down his hips, allowing him to pull his thick length from them. He teases, holding it just out of reach and dusting the soft skin of the thick head against my lips. Sticking out my tongue, I twirl it around the tip, and he gives me what I want. He presses over my lips, past my tongue, and down my throat with a guttural groan. “I fool myself every time I think I’m in charge.”

I smile around his cock, and he slowly slides himself from my mouth. Bendingover,he replaces the sudden void in my mouth with his tongue, kissing me fiercely.

He walks the length of the bench and rubs his hand over my ass cheeks. I delightedly moan as he places a barrage of light spanks over my skin, all delicate enoughto barely causemy pale skin topinken. When he stops, I softly beg, “More,Sir.”

Liam gives me exactly what I want. He lands a palm and then another in firmstrikes, the burn radiating across my skin and sending flutters straight to my core. He runs his fingers along the length of my pussy and groans. “The more it hurts, the wetter my dirty girl gets.”

He lifts the paddle from the small table beside us. “You’re going to be fucking soaked by the time I sink into you.”Rubbing the wood over my warm, red skin, Liam instructs, “You’re going to take six. Each will be harder than the last. You will counteachof them. And when you’re done, you’re going to thank me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer, unable to hide the anticipation in my voice. Liam swings the paddle, and it hits with a thud. “One.”

“Two,” I grunt when it slaps against my other cheek. Holding my breath when he swings again, I yelp, “Three!”

“Don’t hold your breath. Breathe into the pain, sweetheart,” Liam reminds me, tenderly rubbing over the fresh mark. “Three more.”

“Four!” I barely finish calling the number when the pain of the fifth flares over my ass and through my pussy. “F…Five!”

“Last one, momhuirnín ,” Liam pulls back the paddle. The final swing cracks around the room as the thud reverberates through my body.

“Six!” I shout. Liam tosses the paddle to the floor and slides into me with ease. “Thank you,Sir.” My gratitude is more of a grunt than words.

He takes me slowly, rubbing over the sensitive skin of my backside.

“Are you happy?” he asks, his voice soft as he pulls atthe restraint around my ankle.

“I might be crying, Sir, but I’ve never been happier.”

“Good.” He slides from me, undoes the cuff andbegins to workthe other. “Because with or without the cuffs, you’re stuck with me forever.” He frees me from all the restraints and pulls me from the bench. Taking a seat in the nearby chair, he lifts me into his lap and over his cock. His hands slide along my back, pulling me flush to him as I slide down his length.

There’s an unspoken promise in the way he holds me, a vow deeper than the ones from our wedding day. His lips capture mine, andhe kissesme. His tongue sweeps around my mouth as though we have all the time in the world to enjoy each other. It’s a kiss that tells ofeverythinghe feels for me and that I feel for him.

Losing my breath in him, I pull back for a moment. He strokes my face as I smile down at him. My heart full, I whisper, “Forever sounds perfect…. With the cuffs.”