Page 22 of His Dark Discipline

Epilogue

Lily

Four years later…

Standing on the deck as the sun rises and looking out at the gorgeous mountain landscape below is one of my favorite things to do. Especially knowing my husband is watching me…

I’m wearing nothing more than one of his soft T-shirts, just like I used to do back at the old house when I was still a teenager. Only now I don’t have to steal them from him. Now I don’t get scolded for taking them.

I get disciplined for other things…

Feeling as though you belong to someone – being completely owned by them…it’s a feeling beyond compare, and it’s the feeling I wake up with and go to sleep with. I am the lawfully wedded wife of Damon “the Scar” Ramone, and whenever I remind myself of that fact, I can’t help but smile.

Sure, he had to divorce my mom to marry me, but it wasn’t a real divorce.

Hell, it wasn’t a real marriage to begin with. It was a business arrangement, and once my mom got over the shock of what was going on, and I managed to explain to her that it my love for Damon was more than just hormones – a girl-crush I would grow out of – she accepted it.

It took some time, but she accepted it.

I can’t imagine what normal people would say in a situation like this, but my life is far from normal.

I thought I would end up a mafia wife like my mother (only with actual love), but that’s not what happened. As it turned out, Damon had plans to leave the life long before he met me but was being held back by corrupt agents in the FBI. When he told them he was going to leave the life to be with me – well, that’s when the shooting began.

Literally.

They hired men to come and kill him, but they didn’t hire wisely. They wounded two of his men, but that’s as far as they got. Damon incapacitated one and forced him to talk. He spilled the beans, and the story went viral. The FBI did some very public housecleaning and let Damon walk.

Isn’t that strange? A criminal has to ask the United States government to allow him to go and be a law-abiding citizen again.

But that’s what happened. He walked away from his entire empire, sold all of his assets in Philadelphia, and moved out to the country with me. We built the most spectacular home and settled down like a nice, normal couple.

If I close my eyes now, I can still smell the flowers, the food, the cake…the way Damon smelled when he took me to our suite that night and made our marriage official—

“Baby, what are you doing?” I turn around to see Damon leaning up in bed, smiling at me like he just caught me doing something silly. I frown and then realize I’ve been daydreaming and probably standing here staring out across the trees for several minutes.

“Have you been watching me?” I ask, doing my best police officer impression.

“Parts of you,” he replies with a devilish wink. I tilt my head and smirk as the butterflies fill my stomach.

“Oh? And what parts would those be?” I ask as I take careful steps back into the bedroom, keeping my weight on the balls of my feet and swaying my hips as I move. A burst of excitement flows through me as I feel the familiar drip of warmth spilling down my thighs.

Damon fucked me hard and rough last night. Even when I cried out to him that it was enough, that he was hurting me, he kept going. Which was the right thing to do, because I didn’t use my safe word.

Punishment. That’s what he called it. I’d told him I’d be wearing the new lingerie he bought me when he came in from working out in the woods, but I was still finishing up in the shower. So I got spanked and then I got fucked.

And I loved it.

“Well, this would be a good starting place.” He grins, snatching my ass with one of his big, strong hands. He squeezes just hard enough to hurt a little and pulls my lips to his. But he doesn’t kiss me – not right away. First, he slides his other hand up my shirt and cups my breast. “And here too.”

My husband is a god. He knows just how to handle me, and I can’t imagine mys

elf with anyone but him. He’s the only man I’ve ever wanted and the only man who I ever gave my body to. In Damon’s words, he’s “the only man worthy of me,” but it makes me blush to even think that.

I know his cock is growing beneath the sheets and that in no time I’m going to be on my back with my legs spread or face down on the bed, pinned beneath his body as he takes me. My mouth waters at the thought of taking his thick, swollen inches between my lips and pleasing him. We still fuck like newlyweds. Or maybe even horny teenagers.

Three times a day is our average – at least for sex. It would be more if I counted oral, which I love performing on him. And if he’s wearing his gray sweatpants around the house that show off every delicious line of the monster between his legs…well then it might be more.

And Damon doesn’t hold out on me either.

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