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“You’re the woman in the painting,” Olivia gasps.
Agatha smiles. “Nice to meet you. I just came to wish Adam farewell,” she says.
“Farewell?” Olivia asks before turning to look at me. I shrug and shake my head.
“Yes. It’s my way of thanking you for sparing my life that day. I feel as though travelling to another country will allow you to move forward with your life without any bad memories,” she says to me.
I laugh, too hard for an injury like this one. “Look, Agatha. What happened, happened. It’s in the past. And I’ve moved on. I’m sure you have too. Stay in the country or don’t stay in the country. Neither decision will affect the quality of my life. But thanks for stopping by,” I respond, watching her and her ego walk out of my life, hopefully for good this time.
Epilogue
Olivia | One Year Later
Myfaceispressedagainst the bedroom wall of our new five-story castle, and the skirt of my wedding dress is flopped over my head, bouncing against the perfect updo; no doubt it’s making a mess.
“Mmmm, yes.” I bite my lip as Adam grabs my hips, slamming into me from behind. My breasts are worked loose from my stays, falling out over the low square neckline of my bodice. My knees wobble, and my cunt walls contract, sucking onto his length, trying to keep it deep within me. “Mr. Molotov,” I whine, reaching around to rub his strong fingers gripping my skin. Liquid pressure slams into my lower abdomen, and my mouth falls open.
He groans, “Olivia…” His breath leaves him in pants. “Oh, Olivia. You’re so damn tight.” His words grow shaky, and I shudder from his masculine grunts, knowing he’s losing control of himself. “Olivia.” He jerks, slamming harder into me until I cry out, tightening around him and gushing against his length.
“Ohhhh.” He trembles against my arse. “Mmmm. Oh, damn! I’m going to breed your sweet juicy cunt,” he growls, just as erotic heat shoots deep inside me, and I slam my arse against him. “Fill you up with my seed.” He whimpers as excess slickness massages my walls.
The thought of starting our own little family excites me so much that I might be on the verge of climaxing again. “Oh, Adam. Don’t stop.” I reach back to pull him flush against me.
He shudders, and his body jerks recklessly against my naked bottom. “You like my seed inside you?” he says, and I grind my arse against him, circling my dripping wet folds around his cock as the tingles rise from deep within me, flooding my walls.
“Uh, yes. I love your seed…” I start, but the door swinging open rudely interrupts me.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Gloria throws her hands up in the air as I readjust my dress and spin to face Adam with my breasts falling out. He grins, easily closing the flap on his trousers to conceal himself.
“I can’t leave you lovebirds alone for one minute! I told Lucian to keep an eye on you.” Gloria waves her finger at Adam. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, much less fuck her?!” she yells.
Adam laughs aloud and pulls me by the waist toward him. “Well, when I caught a glance of her in this dress…” He emphasizes his excitement by gripping me tighter, and I throw my arms around his neck, giggling. “I just couldn’t help waiting until she was alone, to get a taste of her.” He runs his hand over my exposed nipple, and I gasp.
“Stop,” I whisper. “You’ll get me all ready to go again.”
He snickers and drops his lips to my ears, nibbling the top of it. “Oh, will I? Does becoming Mrs Molotov turn you on the way it does, me?” he whispers, licking the inside of my ear.
Gripping the collar of his jacket, I stifle a moan.
“Oh, come on. How many tastes do you need?” Gloria huffs.
Adam and I break out in laughter, clutching one another before he kisses me on the cheek. “Do you need help with that?” he asks, staring at my breasts, and more laughter bursts out of me.
As I push them back inside my dress, he moves away, but I reach for his hand, tugging him back and holding him close.
“Oh, for crying out loud. You’re going to see each other in a minute.” Gloria taps her feet.
“Mmm, but I don’t want to be apart from you for even a second.” I cling to him.
“Me, either.” He smiles and lifts me.
“Anyone would think he was going off to war or something,” Gloria mutters.
Grinning, I turn to look at her. “Oh, Gloria. Don’t be jealous. I’m sure if you go to Lucian, he’ll happily fill you.” I wink.
Adam groans and squeezes my arse, drawing my attention back to him.
“And mess up these expensive silks? You must be out of your mind,” Gloria says. “He knows as well as I that we’ll be seeing each other tonight, which is precisely why I need you two to hurry up and stop acting as if you’re never going to see each other again. We’ve all been waiting forever, and I have ‘matters’ to attend to later.” She blushes and smirks.
“Well, in that case. I guess we shouldn’t keep the guests waiting,” he says, walking with me toward the door.
“No. No.” Gloria slaps Adam’s hands. “As her bridesmaid, it’s my job to not have her walk out there looking like a mess,” she says. “You. Put her down and go to Lucian. Let him perform his best man duties to get you looking presentable again.” She sighs and holds her head.
Adam and I exchange looks before he lowers me to the floor. “Yes, ma’am.” He salutes Gloria who shakes her head, smiling. “I’ll see you at the altar,” he whispers to me, pausing at the door. “I love you.” He pinches my chin, and my stomach flutters.
“I love you too, Adam Molotov.” I beam, raising on my toes to kiss him. He brushes his hand against my cheek before pulling me into him. He groans, and I moan as we lose ourselves in each other.
Gloria lets out a heavy sigh behind us. “Oh, why do I even bother?!”
