Page 182 of Sinful Lord

I’ve got my girl. And she’s got me.

I call that a happy fucking ending.

Epilogue

Melina

5 months later…

It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been at this or how exhausted I am, I will not stop following him.

Just up ahead, Tytus pauses at a corner and looks back at me. His silver-blue eyes shimmer through a familiar scene.

Snow. In Berlin. At night.

Shit. I can’t believe we’re back.

“How are you holding up?” he asks when I reach him.

“Never been better,” I pant.

“I can see that.”

Taking my hand, he leads me forward. I let him. There’s something about this city at night, especially when it’s covered in snow, that’s so magical I don’t ever want to look away.

It’s a far cry from my last visit, when all I wanted to do was keep my head down.

“Where are we going again?” I ask as we shuffle up a slippery sidewalk.

“You’ll see,” Tytus smiles down at me.

It isn’t the first time I’ve gotten that response. Throughout our travels, this man has managed to surprise me again and again.

That all started when he somehow convinced Rian to let me leave the country again. Rumor has it that Roz was essential in helping relax my brother’s restrictions—and by rumor, I mean that Roz told me exactly that.

Tytus insists that it was mostly his doing. Him and Rian are slowly gaining a begrudging respect for each other, after all. And even Maksim eventually gave his blessings, but only after he took Tytus hunting for a long weekend.

I still don’t know what happened out there in the woods, but when the two men returned, they didn’t need to say a word. I could tell that they’d accepted each other. It made my full heart even fuller.

By now, it feels like my chest is going to burst. Only this time, it’s in the best way possible.

For the past few months, Tytus and I have been travelling the world almost non-stop, seeing all the sights I’ve always dreamed of seeing. Painting. Exploring. Fucking.

Experimenting.

Hell, just last night, I had a wild idea that Tytus couldn’t wait to help me with.

We went out and bought the biggest canvas I could find, then we went back to our apartment and placed it on the floor. Then I painted an almost exact replica of the Berlin skyline. Before the paint could fully dry, I stripped Tytus down and started painting his body. He covered his hands in paint and did the same to mine.

We started kissing. We started touching each other. Next thing I know, we’re sprawled out over the canvas, covering it in primal figures as we fuck each other’s brains out.

“Shit,” I shiver, a deep warmth spreading through me at the memory.

“Everything alright?” Tytus asks.

“Just remembering last night,” I blush. “I think some of that paint seeped into my brain.”

“Through which hole?” he smirks.