Page 31 of The Hitman’s Obsession

“You had time to find a ring?” I whisper with a giggle.

“It was my mom’s,” Roman replies. “The only thing of hers I was able to keep. Now it’s yours.”

“Roman,” I sob, tears streaming down my cheeks. My pulse pounds in my temples, my cheeks sting with a blush, and every one of my limbs is trembling. I’m tingling all over as he holds me with his big arms. Who would have thought that the man sent to kill me, the man who broke into my bedroom and barred my escape, could be this tender? Could be this sweet?

“So that’s what you were talking to my dad about?” I say between sobs.

“I am a gentleman, right?” Roman chuckles. “And even if he was the reason for this mess, I had to ask his permission.”

“And here I was, worried you two were going to get into an argument.”

“Well, it’s hard to say no to the man who saved your daughter’s life three times,” Roman replies. “And his.”

My eyes close. I rest my cheek against his skin and inhale his scent. I’m imprinting on him. Roman. My fiancé. My mate. It’s like an invisible version of the rope he tied me up with, only this time one end is tied to him and the other to me.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whimper, picturing all the days ahead of us. The fantasies, the adventures, the joy.

Roman slides his fingers through my hair and presses his lips to my cheek.

“I love you too, baby. And you’re mine now. Forever.”

EPILOGUE

ROMAN

Three years later…

I’m crouched in the bushes by the tree line, looking in at our house. There she is, standing by the sink, making her evening cup of ginger peach tea.

My beautiful wife, her belly nice and plump with six months of pregnancy.

We don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, and the truth is, we don’t want to know. We both want to be surprised.

Simply watching her now, walking through the kitchen in a pair of panties and a crop-top T-shirt has my cock growing rapidly under my pants. She’s curvier than ever, and her breasts have grown a whole cup size. I have massive hands, but soon, they won’t be big enough.

If you were an outsider passing this house in your car, you’d probably glance at it and think a regular, normal, boring couple lived in it. A well landscaped lawn, nice gardens, two new cars, and even a welcome mat out front. What you’d never guess is the amount of dirty sexual fantasies that play out within.

And that’s why I’m out here tonight, dressed all in black, a ski mask over my face.

Annie and I still fuck like a couple of eighteen-year-olds with raging hormones who can’t keep their hands off each other. In fact, we’re even wilder now than we were when we first got together.

Everything and anything she could imagine, we’ve done.

I’ve kidnapped her, pretended to be a stranger and taken her to a dirty motel and fucked her brains out. I’ve tied her up while she was asleep and had my way with her. Broken into the bedroom at night and pretended to be a killer.

Wonder where we got that idea…

But I’m not a killer anymore. I’m just a guy who works in private security. It used to be my job to take life; now I protect it. Annie no longer works at her art studio; she runs it. All the big decisions are hers, from scheduling to which artists to display. And when the owner decides to officially retire, we’re going to buy it from him.

She’s even started writing romance. ‘Smutty romance,’ as she calls it. She says she’s going to start by publishing online and see if anybody likes it. But with the scenarios she’s able to dream up, I’m sure they will.

I smile as I watch Annie take out a tea bag and set it in her mug. She’s about to pour the kettle over it when she stops. Something has caught her eye.

For a second, I think it might be me. I’ve blown my cover by waiting too long.

But nope. It’s just another moth. She scoops it up with both hands and ushers it out the window.

Just another reason I love my wife. She’s as tough as they come, and naughty down to her core, but her kindness is unparalleled. And that’s how I know she’ll be an incredible mother.