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Maeve

Three Years Later

I came out of the bedroom, about to rush to the bed where I left my dress, to see Bear in full bondage gear swinging from the ceiling.

I gasped when he twirled around, and I saw his front.

His paws were strapped, and little chains hung over his belly. He had a red ball gag over his mouth and a blindfold over his button eyes.

Oh, my God.

He had a tiny whip taped to his paw.

Arms came out of nowhere and began to untie my robe.

“Seriously, Saul? Assaulting a helpless Bear,”

I said, trying to stifle the giggle.

“We both know he had it coming,”

he said, yanking my robe off.

“We’re going to be late,”

I said when his hands cupped my breasts, and he shuffled me towards the bed.

“This won't take long,”

he said as I glanced at him over my shoulder. He had his tux on but no jacket.

“It’s your sister’s wedding,”

I practically shrieked at him when he unzipped his trousers.

“And? I want you sitting in that church with my cum running out of your asshole,”

he said like the deviant he was.

“We need to go back to therapy,”

I grumbled, but I liked his plan.

We needed something, considering Saul still had the devil locked away.

He had seven more years of suffering left.

I didn't get involved because Saul was obsessed with needing to avenge every year of my suffering.

His vengeance was more than enough for me.

He still checked in on Daisy but from a distance.

The updates always brought tears to my eyes.

She was alive and well and studying at university.

It made me think of the others and their short lives. The vision of the girl’s lifeless eyes never left me. Daisy was alive because of Saul and his men.

No.

I could never bring a child into this precarious world.

“Lie on the bed, sweetheart and spread those legs for me,”

he drawled, piercing into my thoughts. I looked at the clock and grinned.

Fuck it. We had time.

“You do realise that I will be looking at Bear the entire time,”

I said to him, doing as I was told.

He cursed and ripped Bear from the ceiling. It was only then that I noticed that he had hung him by his neck. At least it was a black silk ribbon and not a rope. The man had issues, but who didn’t?

**

“You look like a floating angel,”

Saul said before he twirled me around.

“Stunning.”

My pale blue dress floated in the air.

It was long and had chiffon waterfall material that covered my scarred arms.

The main eye-catching gimmick on the dress was the gold belt and the slim golden embroidery that ran down my front.

Saul’s eyes rested on my breasts before he pulled me back towards him.

“You're biased,”

I said, but he was the hottest man at the reception.

“Their vows reminded me of ours.”

A slow track came on, and Saul wrapped his arms around me. We swayed to the soft, melodic tune, soaking up the atmosphere.

“Our wedding was the highlight of my life,”

he said, moving his hands dangerously close to my ass.

“You're okay with us not having children?”

I asked quietly because the same insecurity always played on my mind.

“Maeve, I will be whatever you need me to be as long as you have a smile on your lips and lube in your ass,”

he said, never breaking the rhythm of our dance.

I chuckled and slapped his back before resting my head on his chest. My high heels allowed me to reach his heart. His grip tightened, and I looked into his fierce green eyes.

“You're mine. My angel. My warrior. My wife. You will always be enough for me. Always,”

he said, his voice as fierce as his feral eyes.

He pushed my head back onto his chest, stroking my hair.

“We can have the best of both worlds with our nieces and nephews,”

he said, kissing the top of my head before he continued to speak.

“Let’s face it with Sean no longer copulating with citrus fruits and has a wife, we might get lucky.”

I smiled against his jacket, closing my eyes.

“I love you, Master.”

“I love you, Maeve Thorne,”

he said, full of devotion, love and pride.

Three years later, he still loved to say my name.

He denied my proclamations, but he was my saviour.

There was nothing he could say that would convince me otherwise. Even through difficult times, We beat the odds, carving a slice of paradise for ourselves in a harsh world.