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Author: Pure Heroine
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-10 18:02:53

EPILOGUE

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One year later…

Clang,clang, clang. Hammer against nail. Sweat drips down my face, and the sun burns hot against my bare back. I’ve been working all day, and my body is on fire, but nothing compares to the heat that rips through me when I seeher.

Cassandra, my wife.

My angel steps barefoot out of the little white farmhouse we’ve been fixing up together, here in the gorgeous hills of Virginia. Her belly is nice and round with our baby, and her tits are stretching the fabric of her shirt to its limit. She’s gained at least a cup size over the last eight months.

She’s holding a glass of lemonade as she walks toward me and smiles in a way that lights me up inside. Every time she looks at me or lets out a cute little giggle, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

I toss my hammer aside and go over to her and sweep her into my arms. I may be sweaty, but I know she loves it. She loves it when I’m a raw man for her–in more ways than one.

The thing that really gets me is the
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  • Wrecked By My Bully   016

    I shouldn’t have expected anything less, but going to dinner with Andrew is way more than I imagined. He fits me in a dress that he hasn’t debuted and calls easily the fanciest car I’ve ever seen to take us to the restaurant. I raise an eyebrow when it pulls up to the curb. “Business is really that good, huh?”He winks. “It’s been all right.”The young man driving the car hops out, and Andrew opens the door for me, and surprises me when he actually gets into the driver’s seat. He sees my look. “I’m not really the chauffeur type.”“There are certain advantages to having a driver you know.”“Oh?”I reach over and touch his arm, “You are free to do whatever you like while you’re being driven around.”Even though his eyes are still on the street in front of us, I see the color in them deepen. “That’s an excellent point. Maybe I’ll think about that for next time.”Andrew drives us to a restaurant in midtown called Serenity. It’s gorgeous Asian fusion, with dark and rich decor and a vibe of

  • Wrecked By My Bully   015

    I try to laugh, planning on making a joke about the screaming, but I can’t. It’s too good. Andrew pushes me forward until I’m pinned between the glass and him, the coolness giving my skin goosebumps. “Any second, someone could see,” he says. “Do you like that?”“God, yes.”He chuckles. “I knew it.”I don’t know what it is. Whether it’s the idea of someone seeing me so vulnerable or the thought that they might get turned on by watching me, imagining one of those people on the High Line looking up and seeing me fucked sends a piercing wave of arousal through me, straight to my clit, and I’m already on the edge of coming.Andrew fucks me deeper, and I cry out. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me because sex has never felt like this. Pleasure blooms inside my core and I go limp with it, held up by nothing but the window and Andrew’s cock. It’s a sweeping wave spiraling outward, washing over everything and making the world seem brighter. So. Good.Andrew presses a kiss to my neck.

  • Wrecked By My Bully   014

    I come awake slowly, to brightness. The walls in Andrew’s bedroom are entirely glass, electric privacy shades half drawn to allow the morning sun in. I stretch slowly, languorously, feeling the tension in my body after last night. Even the thought of that makes me smile. I’m not sure what time it is, but I’m definitely not running on much sleep. There was too much to do, too much pent up sexual tension that we worked out. Over and over. And then once more for good measure.Rolling over in the bed, I find nothing but a mess of tangled sheets. I sit up slowly, my body still feeling heavy. I didn’t sleep much but I slept deeply. Probably the best sleep I’ve had since I started working for Andrew.Footsteps echo in the hallway and I blink as Andrew walks in—still naked—with two steaming mugs. “Coffee?” He hands me one of the cups. I take a sip without looking and freeze. This coffee is perfect, with the exact amount of cream and sugar that I like. I glance up at him, and he smiles. “You t

  • Wrecked By My Bully   013

    I wander closer to the pile of sketches and start to sift through them. It’s the beginning of the fall collection. Chunky off-the-shoulder sweaters, gorgeous trousers and dresses you can wear with boots and leggings. That classic fall aesthetic crossed with his own individual flare.Andrew appears at my shoulder with a glass of water. “Do you like them?”“I really do, not that my opinion matters.”He turns me to face him. “Of course it matters. I hope that you’ll be wearing them, so I want your opinion. Also,” he says, giving me a stern look, “never sell yourself short. Your opinion should always matter. If it doesn’t, you’re in the wrong place.”I duck my head at the sudden burst of emotion that surges through me at those words. “We barely know each other; you can’t know that.”Andrew pulls me away from the sketches and into his living room where he settles us on a short couch, close enough to touch, big enough that we’re not crowded. “It might sound strange to say, but in fashion yo

  • Wrecked By My Bully   012

    We crash into the small room off the club together, and before the door is even closed, Andrew’s mouth is on mine. I can feel him everywhere, his kiss running through my entire body, and even though he just gave me the best orgasm of my entire life, I want more.“It’s my turn,” he says. “I’ve never done this before.”It’s too easy. I smirk up at him, “What, sex?”He laughs, loud in the small closet we’ve shoved ourselves into. “No, you were right before. I’ve never crossed this line with anyone that’s worked with me. I’ve never wanted to. But now…”“Are you saying that I’m special?”He presses me against the wall, his body on mine, and kisses me hard. I feel all that hunger pour into me in this kiss. “You’re more than special. You’re everything.”This time I’m the one kissing him. I’m pulling at his suit because I want it off. I want him closer to me. I want all of him the way I’ve wanted him since that very first day. My hands find his belt, and I manage to get it undone while we’re

  • Wrecked By My Bully   011

    I say it like it’s a joke, and yet I know I have way too much riding on his answer. He doesn’t brush it off, and doesn’t laugh. He meets my eyes, that fiery heat rising through me as he stares. “Yet.”The music changes again, faster and more urgent. I dare to ask the question, “Would you like to do something?”Andrew spins me so my back is pressed against his chest, his arms holding me against him while we dance, hips and bodies in time with the music, and now his lips are at my ear. “You have no idea the kind of things I want to do.”He slips his hand in the side of my dress, and I gasp. Blood rushes to my face as his hand strokes across my stomach, lifts to cup my breasts. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night. You were absolutely everything, and it took everything in me not to fuck you right there in the middle of that gallery.”“I would have let you,” I moan.His chuckle makes me shiver. “I know. That’s why I had to leave. I couldn’t do it. I knew I woul

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