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"Fuck, baby. You are so hot, filled with my cock." I grab her ass, thrusting hard while she rides me.

I take turns sucking and biting her breasts and lips, unable to decide which I want to taste more.

I fuck her greedily, savoring the sensation of thrusting into her sweet flesh without protection.

She bounces on my lap, wanton, panting.

When I slap her ass once, twice, fucking her more roughly, she comes, screaming my name.

I increase the pace, thrusting hard, and slide my hand over to caress between the cheeks of her ass. "I'm still going to fuck you here. I want all of you, Serenity."

"I'm yours."

"That's the greatest fucking certainty in the world, hottie." I kiss her mouth, devouring her sex with my cock and lightly penetrating her virgin opening with my finger.

It doesn't take long for her to start squeezing me inside her in small contractions.

Serenity comes again, taking me with her, and I'm fascinated when I lift her up and see my semen dripping from her sex.

"You are mine. And always will be."

Serenity

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Weeks later

I don't knowwhat to call this night.

A comeback?

Maybe, because mydebuthappened the day JeAnne used the razors to hurt me.

However, “comeback” doesn't seem appropriate.

Fresh start.

Yes, I think that’s a good name.

A new beginning in which I had to accept that the woman I loved like a mother deceived me, betrayed me, and despite saying that she did what she did to protect me, refuses to reveal the identity of my enemies.

Ares even told me that the prosecutor offered a deal, freeing her from the charges if she handed over her accomplices, but she remained silent.

When the last song ofSwan Lakereaches its final chords, I feel emotional.

Everything worked out.

No one can stop me from living my life.

As the audience erupts in applause, I focus on the box on the left, where all the Kostanidou and Lykaioses have come to watch me.

Not all the people important to me are in the audience, however. My Greek, whom I can now officially call my boyfriend, since the role of guardian has been transferred, is behind the scenes, waiting for me.

It takes me a few good minutes to finish thanking the audience during the révérence, but as soon as the curtain closes for the final time, I run off the stage to find Ares.

Halfway across, I see the flowers thrown onto the stage by the public. It's common for people to throw roses and even teddy bears at me. But there is one flower, a red rose, with something wrapped around the stem. As I bend down to pick it up, I notice a note tied to it.

I feel my blood run cold because even before I open it, I know it's from him, my stalker.

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