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EPILOGUE

PENELOPE

One Year Later…

I sit at the desk in our apartment, as I hack into yet another corrupt system. The smells of coffee lingers in the air, as Jamie makes another pot. I glance over at Jamie, he’s not the man I met over a year ago. He has changed, there’s something softer about him, a lightness in the way he moves, the way he looks at me when our eyes meet.

My skills as a hacker have improved since Logan started teaching me. A man I’ve never met, but a voice I’ve heard so many times. It’s weird, because he sounds so much like Noah.

Today, we've taken down three predators—three more who won't be able to hurt anyone else.

I glance up from the screen, meeting Jamie’s gaze. He’s watching me with a familiar, intense look.

"Don't forget that in a couple of weeks, we'll be in Manchester for Noah and Molly's wedding," I smile. I’m excited about traveling outside of America. Something I never thought would be possible, but I know with Jamie, the world really is my oyster.

"How can I forget? You're just as excited about going to England as I am. And to see the baby."

"Yes, the baby,” he agrees. “My brother would be proud that Noah named the baby after him,” he pauses as if he’s reflecting as he remembers Noah telling him. “We did good today.”

I smile, leaning back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head. “I did most of the hard labour and you weren’t so bad yourself?”

“Oh yeah!” He smirks with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yeah,” I repeat.

“Maybe I deserve a little reward for being a good boy?” He says playfully. "I can think of a few ways you could thank me for all my hard work."

I know this is part of the charm. It’s who he is—always playful, always pushing boundaries, but also always ready to support me when I need him. I’ve learned to love every side of him.

“I may have a little something for you,” I say, my voice quieting as I stand, my lips curling into a mischievous smile. "It’s in the bedroom. You’ll love it."

Jamie raises an eyebrow, his eyes flicking over my face, then down to the subtle sway in my hips as I walk toward the door. "A surprise?" he asks, a smile creeping across his face.

I nod, my heartbeat picking up a little. "A surprise."

"You know I love surprises." The way his voice wraps around the words sends a shiver down my spine.

As I step into the bedroom, I hear his footsteps following me. I smile to myself as I open the door and step inside, knowing exactly how to keep him on his toes.

I turn to face him as he enters, closing the door behind him. His eyes darken a little as he takes in the sight of me, but there’s also an unreadable tenderness in his gaze.

He takes a knife from his back pocket and stares at me as I walk toward him. I know what he wants to do with the knife, some would call it a sick fetish.

Maybe it is.

I don’t care, it’s our thing as I close my eyes and the dress I’m wearing, he rips from the top to the bottom with his knife. He does it so skillfully with a few shorts seconds I am naked in front of him.

“Beautiful. I love my prize,” he growls as he devours my body with his eyes. He does it with such hunger that he makes me feel as if it is the first time he has seen me naked.

I went on another diet, thinking Jamies loves thin, sexy girls but he told me the only reason I think I’m not sexy is because it’s in my head. He loves me the way I am.

I return the favor by unbuttoning his trousers, he’s not wearing boxing shorts. He never does when he’s in the house, I let his cock free and it springs into action as I do it.

I love his cock. It’s beautiful. A work of art, it’s too thick for me to close my hand around it, but it fills my walls as if it can’t get enough of me. He guides it in, rather than shoves it in and it curls in, like fingers slowly entering a glove. It’s pale and creamy just like the complexion of the rest of his body, but it has a hint of pink on the head.

He grabs the remainder of my dress, and tosses it on the ground. We’re close, neither of us take our eyes off each other. I’m on my knees taking off his pants and removing his shoes.

Then my lips part as I grab the base of his cock. I did promise him a reward for such a good job today, and this is exactly what I intend to give him. I place my warm, wet mouth around his cock. He holds on to my head, letting me know he’s enjoying it.

I look up and for a second he starts to pull off his shirt, ready for the action which is about to take place.

I slide my lips over and around his cock, completely enveloping him. My tongue flicks against the underside as I gently continue to lick and suck, with Jamie’s hand on my head as his fingers entwine in my hair.

I slide my hand up and down, to not disappoint him as I work my way on his shaft, then I start to build up rhythm as the other hand reaches underneath to trade his balls. The other hand, I stroke the underside of the sack.

“Hmm,” he purrs.

The taste of his cock, the smell of it all, the anticipation of his come makes me want to take him in deeper and to have more.

I start to grow wet and I’m willing to suck his come out of him, as I’ve done so many times before as I start swaying to the side, and each time taking more of his cock.

The apartment is soundproof, Jamie did it, so no-one could hear me scream. He said I have a set of lungs which is music to his ears when we fuck, but others would think he’s hurting me, so he makes all our hideouts soundproof. He says it’s easy and I believe him, because I believe everything he says.

Trust.

This is what I do.

I wholeheartedly trust him with everything.

Jamie pulls my head away from his cock, as if he doesn’t want me to finish him.

Not yet.

“Come. Let’s go to bed. I want us to come together.” Then, he sits on the bed, and I pulse on top of him, so I’m straddling on him. His cock nearly reaches up to my belly button, reminding me of its thickness and size. As much as he’s turning me on, I’m not ready for it. Not yet so I rub my pussy back and forth on it, getting ready for the slaughter.

“It likes it when you do that,” Jamie snarls as he holds me in place, making me rub different parts of his shaft. He loves teasing me. One time, I came just like this, he didn’t even have to enter me. Most of the time when we’re together I come multiple times, just by the sheer motion of his touch.

“Are you ready?” He asks. Another thing he does which turns me on, he assumes nothing and wants to protect me even in the bedroom.

I lower myself down the fat head, and then he has me hovering at the entrance.

“Yes!” I begin to scream as he has my pussy just at the entrance.

He moans in response to my screams.

As he slowly lowers me on to his shaft, one inch at a time, he leans his head back against the bed, letting out a deep moan. As my pussy envelopes his dick and he has his hands firmly on my waist pulling me in.

“That feels so fucking good…” he grunts.

I stretch my hands up into the air, and then he back up and takes my nipple into his mouth, as if he hasn’t eaten for days. He is sucking on them, as if he can’t get enough. The tension is so tight, I’m unable to move, but all I can do is feed him and relish in the moment.

Then he lets go to bless my other breast as well, my hands are no longer up in the air but holding on to his sides and wanting to be balanced. I can’t let go of him and he doesn’t want me to, either.

I start to bounce up and down on his lap. The sounds escape both of our mouths as we get lost in our bodies. He’s now holding on to me, my naked body with his feet on the bed, and helping me move from side-to-side and guiding me on his dick.

“Fuck!”

I scream as he bites on my neck like a fucking vampire, ready to suck the blood out of my body. It sends a shiver down my spine, because when I think I know what making love with Jamie entails, he always does something to surprise me.

I bounce even more, faster and harder.

“You’re such a fucking dirty girl.”

I love it when he talks dirty to me, making me roll my hips so my pussy slides up and down the full length of his shaft.

He wraps his arms around me so tight I can hardly breathe, but I know if I tell him, he’ll stop and I’m so close to reaching the edge.

I crave him too much. The desire in me reaches a new height, as my body is shaking in his arms, I feel as if I’m creating a waterfall which is pouring out of me, which will never stop, but goes on and on.

But it’s not enough, because the moment he stops, the more I want,.

“I want all of you, over and over again,” he growls.

He spins on top of me, changing position so now he is laying on top of me. He’s looking directly into my eyes as his cock hasn’t moved, it’s still buried inside of me, but he wants to do the same with his eyes.

It’s as if he wants to see inside my soul. The heat of our bodies makes us sweat as I cling to him, but now he’s sliding inside of me, backward and forward. As I tilt my head back and wrap my legs around his body.

He pauses once again and this time he presses his lips against mine with such gentleness which surprises me. His tongue enters my mouth, to explore it, as if he’s tasting me for the first time. No corner is untouched and my hands move from his back, as I cup his face and hold it in position.

His once closed eyes become open as I start to feel another climax build inside of me, like a roaring fire, it starts as a spark and it has enough oxygen to start a fire, this is what happens when I’m with Jamie. I need his scent, his touch, his energy to explode and be sent well over the edge, it’s as if he sends me to a different universe and back again.

Our bodies fit so perfectly together, it’s as if the saying opposites attract runs true for us.

It’s then he starts to make animal noises and not only am I ready to come again. How many times? I don’t know. I don’t even bother counting anymore.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as a long moan spills from my lips. Jamie comes, and I feel his come warming my insides as his shoulders tighten beneath my fingers. It’s as if all his energy has been sucked out of him, as he tries to regain his breath. I hold on to him trying to do the same.

Jamie lifts up from my body slightly. Then he whispers in my ear, as he’s still out of breath.

“You’re mine Penelope. All mine,” Jamie growls in my ear. “If anyone tries to hurt you. I’ll rip them apart limb from limb.”

I knew the moment the news broke—that the deputy and Dr. Julia were found dead in their cells—that it had to be Jamie. No one else could’ve gotten to them. No one else would . Letting them rot behind bars wasn’t enough—not for what they did, not for what they covered up. Not when we both knew the organ trafficking was still running, still killing innocent people.

And in that moment, I understood the truth I’d been circling since the day I met him.

Jamie would do anything for me. Anything.

I always suspected it. But now… it’s carved in blood.

And for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid.

Because I know the monster in the dark is mine.