FULL NOVELXO Chapter God of Pain: Epilogue 2
ONE YEAR LATER
Whose idea was it for us to come here?
Right, my brother’s.
I’m left wondering why I haven’t punched him in the face as I glare at him from across the table and he smiles widely, even winking like the little twat he is.
The thing is, we’re at a family dinner, as in, with Dad and Mum. We finished eating, but there’s still dessert.
The worst part? This is only the first season. Tomorrow, in part two of this family saga, we’ll be joined by my three grandfathers—who like to bicker for sport, Nan, Uncle Levi, and Aunt Astrid. The twins and Glyn may join, too, since it’s a holiday.
If—when—Glyn brings Killian along, we’ll have a bloody circus on our hands. One, Lan still can’t stand him, Uncle Levi barely tolerates him, and Grandpa Jonathan still views him as the thief who took away his cute granddaughter. Two, Kill and Eli have grown a bit close, demolishing all the parents’ attempts to keep them apart, and, therefore, are always stirring up trouble.
I’m definitely kidnapping Annika the hell out of here before the circus begins.
If she hadn’t been so quick to accept my parents’ invitation, we wouldn’t be here in the first place.
Thing is, it was hard getting my folks to warm up to her entirely after the shooting episode. Mum was a bit difficult at the beginning because she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone hurting me.
Annika actually spent months on end bribing her, calling her, and talking to her about everything and nothing. She even offered to be her designated spy in college.
Dad, on the other hand, was suspicious of her, considering her background. He didn’t believe she or her father wouldn’t hurt me. Not to mention that Dad and Adrian met exactly two times, and everyone in the room had to stop them from murdering each other.
The fact remains, after I got back from the island, Dad said he was proud that I went after what I wanted, because that’s the right ‘King’ way of doing things.
However, no matter how many difficulties Mum and Dad posed, my girl still managed to win them over with her cheerful personality and ability to empathize with anyone.
Besides, unlike her father, who acts like he doesn’t like me—but deep down does—my parents are happy when I’m happy. No questions asked.
I tilt my head to the side and watch as she helps Mum clean the table. We have staff, but Mum dismissed them today because she wanted the ‘homey’ experience. This time, Dad cooked—thank fuck.
My gaze follows Annika as she moves with the grace of a feather. She’s wearing a purple-and-white floral dress, and her hair is held up in a ponytail with a fluffy purple butterfly that matches the ones on her flats.
Annika always complains about how I tear her clothes, but I can’t resist when she looks like a present I have to unwrap. And I’m too impatient to do it properly, so her clothes have to pay the price.
The more I watch her, the harder my cock strains against my jeans. I discreetly readjust myself and force my gaze away from her.
And that’s when someone hits me upside the head. “Pussy-whipped.”
I glare up at my brother. “Sure you want to say that?”
His eyes darken, but he soon smooths his expression and runs his fingers under my chin. “Did I mention you’re so adorable lately?”
I try to push him away, but he’s no different from a parasite sometimes. I have a deep appreciation for my relationship with Eli and how he’s always been there for me, but I can’t get used to him being a wanker whenever he pleases.
“Leave your brother alone,” Dad chastises as he strides from the lavatory and sits at the head of the table.
Eli squashes my face between his fingers. “Look at his adorable cheeks.”
“He’s not a baby anymore.”
“Unfortunately.” Eli lets out a bored sigh and releases me, then focuses on our father. “And don’t be jealous, Dad.”
He gives him a blank stare. “Of what?”
“Our beautiful relationship.”
Dad snickers and Eli’s eyes narrow. “What was that for?”
Dad says nothing.
“What was it for?”
“Are you guys bickering again?” Mum strokes Eli’s hair and touches my cheek, then she kisses Dad on the lips. “Can we not? Just for tonight?”
Dad wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. “Do I get a reward later?”
“Dad!” I protest.
“Seriously?” Eli echoes.
“What?” He stares at us innocently. “She’s my wife.”
“And our mum,” I say.
“We didn’t need that image,” Eli mutters.
“Maybe the problem is you, not me. Get that image out of your heads, sons,” Dad tells us as if the topic is completely normal.
“Aiden, stop it.” Mum smiles and tries to slip free. “Let me go help Annika with dessert.”
“Eli or Creighton can do it. You worked hard tonight.”
My brother is ready to bolt, but I’m out of my seat before he blinks.
“I can’t believe you abandoned me, you little fuck!” he shouts behind my back.
“Should’ve brought a date!” I smirk, and he flips me off.
I find Annika in the kitchen, fussing over some ice cream.
“I’m almost done!” she calls out and I grab her by the elbow and wrench her small body back.
Annika gasps, slamming the glass of ice cream against my chest, spilling it on me. “You.”
“Me.” My voice lowers and she understands the meaning quite well, because she shakes her head.
“Not here, Creigh.”
“Why not?”
“Everyone is waiting for dessert.”
“Everyone can come get it themselves.”
“They’re right outside.”
“They’re preoccupied.”
I pull her behind me into one of the storage rooms and she yelps when I push her onto the table and fling the dress to her hips.
“You’re always walking around with pretty little dresses that beg to be removed.” I tug on her underwear, ripping it. “And these fucking things that keep me from my pussy.”
A moan is the only reply I get and she doesn’t fight or protest when I take the glass of ice cream from her hand. It isn’t until I spill it all over her pussy that she gasps, arching off the table slightly to stare at me from the shock of it.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers even as her pupils dilate.
“Eating dessert.” And then I’m devouring her. I lick every drop of ice cream off her folds and swallow the taste of chocolate that’s mixed with her arousal.
Annika writhes, pants, and demands more as her fingers get lost in my hair. Once I’m done licking up every drop while slapping her arse now and again, she comes undone, squirting against my mouth. This time, she doesn’t pause or hide as she drenches my face.
I taught her to never be ashamed of her pleasure with me, that she can take everything and more.
Just like she licks every drop of me when she sucks me off, I drink her, my cock becoming rock-fucking-hard as she chants my name.
Then when she’s still riding her orgasm, I pull her up so she’s sitting and bury myself in her to the hilt, until my groin slaps against hers. I grunt and she moans while flooding my dick with her arousal.
Her head tips back, eyes half closed. One hand on her hip, I catch her jaw with the other and direct it to where we’re joined. “Look at how I fuck you. Do you see how your cunt was made for me? It’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Yours…” she whimpers, watching me fucking her with absolute fascination.
And I swear my dick hardens further the more she releases those noises and tries to adjust herself to take me all in.
She still struggles with my size sometimes because she’s too tiny and I’m too big, but I have all sorts of toys to prep her, to make her enjoy this as much as I do.
There are no toys now, and she’s fully lubricated, but the slight pain is her aphrodisiac. She’s a glutton for pain, my Annika, just like I’m a glutton for inflicting it.
So I bite her throat. “Such a good girl. Come for me.”
She does, shattering around my cock, milking it and grinding against me.
I go for a few more strokes, fast, hard, and absolutely animalistic. I break her with my cock, but she takes everything I dish out and more. Then the words that are my undoing spill out of her lips like a chant.
“I love you, Creigh, I love you.”
I come then, hard and long and with a deep grunt that anyone on the other side of the door could hear.
Once I’ve emptied inside her, I hold her against me and whisper, “I love you, too.”
She sighs into my neck, her breathing fluttering against my skin, and we remain like that for what seems like an hour.
When we pull apart, I can’t resist fucking my cum back into her cunt, making her whimper and release soft moans.
“One day, you’re going to marry me and let me fill this cunt with my babies, aren’t you, Annika?”
Her breath hitches as she rocks against my hand, her arousal coating me. “We’re still too young for marriage.”
“Age is just a number, and you’ll marry me, Annika. I’m the only one you’ll marry, right?”
She sighs. “You are.”
“Good.” I grin. “It’s time I turn my threat to your father into a reality.”
“You’re so bad.” She strokes my cheek but is smiling. “But my kind of bad.”
“And you’re my very good girl.”
She shudders at that, and I kiss her lips, sealing our future.
Then I take a picture to post as a reminder for the whole world.