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Bonus Epilogue Tears of Tess, page 1
Bonus Epilogue
Tears of Tess
Monsters in the Dark #1
by
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Pepper Winters
Bonus Epilogue (Tears of Tess)
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Contents
Q Epilogue Refresher from Tears of Tess
Bonus Epilogue for Tears of Tess
PENNIES THREE CHAPTER PREVIEW
Pennies Prologue
Pennies Chapter One
Pennies Chapter Two
Pennies Chapter Three
CAN’T TOUCH THIS THREE CHAPTER PREVIEW
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
Bonus Epilogue takes place after Q decides to welcome Tess back into his life at the end of Tears of Tess. Here is a quick snippet of Q’s epilogue to re-jig your memory.
“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO wanted dark. I’ll give you dark.”
And I did.
Thirty pieces of dark.
Thirty strikes of delicious temptation that made my life seem cosmically bright compared to the black I lived in.
Tess screamed and sobbed, but beneath it all was an undercurrent of sexual need. Her wetness trickled down her thigh, thicker, creamier than the champagne. She may hate it, but she loved it.
Once the last kiss smacked her perfect ass, I dropped the belt and in the same second, undid my fly, pushed my pants down, and pulled out my throbbing cock. “Spread,” I ordered, pushing her lower back, bending her to my will.
She obeyed, whimpering as my cashmere blazer rubbed against sore skin.
Then she wasn’t crying anymore.
I plunged so deep, so fast, her feet left the floor and she slid on the champagne wet counter. “Oh fuck, yes,” I grunted.
Her back arched as a delighted scream erupted from her. I wrapped an arm around naked breasts, holding her upright. My hips dug into hers, trying to possess every inch. My cock was hungry, desperate, already rippling with the urge to fill.
She’s so tight, so wet.
I slid in and out, thrusting deep until my balls slapped against her.
“Oh, God I’ve missed this,” she cried. “Missed you. Missed the pain.”
“Shut up and take it, esclave.” I thrust, twisting her nipple, biting her neck. My jaw trembled with the urge to draw blood again. I went wild for her blood. It was the best drug. The elixir of the beast inside.
Her hot, whipped flesh burned my lower belly; I couldn’t think of anything else but fucking her. I lost control. Spreading my stance, wrapping fingers around her hips, I gave myself over to darkness.
“Take me, Tess.”
“I’ve already taken you, maître.”
I pounded into her, beyond caring her hipbones collided with hard granite, or knees bruised against cabinets. All I focused on was pleasure.
She cried out, thrusting back, urging me to go harder, harder.
I couldn’t breathe as a sharp band of release throttled my cock, demanding to spurt into this amazing slave. This woman who turned my world upside down. This woman... the key to my undoing.
I growled like a feral beast as I gave myself over to pleasure. Sensation exploded from my thighs, up my balls, and into my cock. I thrust like a monster with only seconds left to live, filling her with come, marking her, making sure she knew who her master was.
The moment I spurted, she clenched around me. “Fuck, yes, Q. Oh, God. Give it to me. I want you. I want all of you.” She came and came, fisting, milking, tearing every drop of come I had to give.
I spasmed and twitched as overbearing intensity replaced hot-arching pleasure, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop rocking inside her. I never wanted to leave her hot, dark wetness. It was where I belonged.
She went floppy, breathing like tormented blackbird. My legs grew weak and wobbly. I pulled her into my arms, heading to the floor in one jumble of sweaty, champagne sticky bodies.
She laughed as I laid her on my belly, protecting her nakedness from the cool tiles. Even though depleted, my cock never softened and every wriggle fired new life into it.
Would I ever get enough of her? Would I ever show her how dark I could go?
She went to pull away, but I lassoed my arms tighter. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I thought I was crushing you.” She wiggled her ass, sending sparks into my balls. After a month of not having her, she wouldn’t get away that easily.
I gently smacked her belly, aware her ass was beyond punishment after the belt. “You think I’m done with you, esclave?” I nuzzled her ear, licking softly. “I’ve only just begun.”
Continue reading for the BONUS EPILOGUE IN TESS’S POINT OF VIEW
BONUS EPILOGUE
TESS
HE’S MINE.
Or was I his?
The past few hours had been a blur.
I couldn’t separate the past few months with the past few minutes. The years of confusion and loneliness. The loss and heartache. All of that had vanished the moment I’d bowed at Q’s feet and he’d finally, finally, finally accepted me into his dark, delicious world.
“Come. We need to talk.” Q took my hand.
We’d eaten—thanks to a feast cooked by Suzette and Mrs. Sucre. They couldn’t hide their smug faces over my reunion with Q. And we’d showered away the stickiness of champagne from our indulgent sex in the gaming room.
As hot water rained over us, in the same shower where Q put me back together again after the worst incident of my life, I expected him to touch me, stroke me, demand to take me again.
Yet he didn’t.
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No.
More than just a lover...a soul mate.
“Where are we going?” I asked, allowing Q to take my hand and guide me from the chateau. The sun had set and the gravel driveway crunched beneath our boots.
After our shower, I’d raided the wardrobe that Q had restocked after my episode with the scissors and dressed in soft trousers with a comfortable large knit jumper. I was toasty even as our breath curled in the grey night.
“You came back, Tess. I think it’s fair you understand a little more about the man you came back for.” His eyes met mine, liquid love and harsh control equal measures. “Don’t you agree?”
I nodded, squeezing his fingers. It didn’t escape my notice that this was the first time he’d held me as an equal rather than a master. My heart fluttered.
“I’d love to get to know you, Q. However, I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“Afraid?” His nostrils flared. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Because I know you.”
He snorted. “No, you don’t.”
“I know enough that you curse yourself and suffer guilt for who you are. I know that you don’t think you deserve me.”
He stiffened, his strides increasing and his fingers doing their best to loosen around mine.
I held him tight, keeping his pace. “Whatever you want to share, I’ll treasure. Anything you aren’t ready for, I respect. Q...I know enough to fully commit to this and wholeheartedly say I’m in love with you.”
He slammed to a halt.
Yanking me close, his hand untangled from mine to loop into my hair. His gaze burned with jade fire. “Je taime, esclave.” I love you. “I’ve never said such words before. Never fully understood the meaning. You’re so fucking selfless. You’re like a sacrifice, just begging me to destroy you.”
“You won’t destroy me. You can’t when you heal me.”
His lips smashed against mine. His tongue pried my mouth open and a simple kiss became war upon the front lawn. His hands swept down my body, clutching my ass and jerking me against his hard erection.
Pain and pleasure mixed beneath his touch.
His belt lashes from a few hours ago hadn’t stopped smarting.
But Q hadn’t forgotten.
If I had any doubt that he’d grabbed me and dug his fingers into my flesh without thinking they were dispelled as he breathed, “Does it hurt? Kissing me? Letting me touch you like this?”
I panted against his mouth, submitting to another furious kiss. “Yes, but you know I love it. I get off on it, and I’m not afraid to admit it anymore.”
The kiss ended.
Q took a step back, raking his hands through his hair. “What am I going to do with you?”
I grinned coyly. “Oh, I can think of a lot of things.”
Snatching my hand, he yanked me into a walk, muttering a French curse under his breath.
We moved slowly but peacefully down the driveway to the ridgeline of manicured trees acting as sentries to his estate. When we were far enough away, he pulled me closer and turned to face his pastel mansion.
In the darkness, the façade glittered with strategically placed lights while the adornment of plasterwork garnished a home of a monster with beautiful innocence.
“This is yours now,” he murmured. “Every room, every wing. I don’t want any secrets between us anymore.”
My body stilled. “Secrets? You’ll tell me everything?”
“Okay...maybe not everything.” His face darkened in the night. “I’ll find a way to reveal everything, eventually, esclave. I just need...time. This is all so fucking new.”
“What’s new? Sharing your life? Because you’ve done that for years with the slaves you’ve saved.”
“No, that’s different. I have to be strong for them. I have to be ruthless but kind. A figurehead of protection and nothing more.” He glanced at me. “With you...I don’t feel strong. I feel fucking weak and I don’t like it. I don’t like feeling as if I have no control over the way you make me feel because you own me body and fucking soul.”
I sucked in a breath as he cupped my cheek. “I have to get used to that. Have to get used to sharing, not just my home, but my heart.”
My gaze jumped from his lips to his eyes. “And if you can’t?”
“Can’t what?”
“Get used to it?”
He smiled softly. “I wouldn’t worry about that. Already, I feel softer than I have in years. Whatever lives inside me, whatever bloodlust I suffer and madness I might entertain, is collared whenever I’m around you.”
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he tugged me toward the chateau. “Come. I think our walk can wait for another time. There’s something I want to do.”
* * *
“Wait here.”
Q vanished from the room as quickly as he’d placed me into it.
The door clicked behind him, and I didn’t have any choice but to obey. Drifting forward, I inhaled the pristine scent of foliage and feathers.
The aviary.
Q brought me to the aviary.
My heart squeezed.
This place held good and bad memories. Good because Q had finally cracked a little, revealing pieces of himself and his company. Bad because I’d been on my knees with Q in my mouth when the police arrived to take me away.
Why did he bring me here?
The question repeated as I kicked off my boots and padded toward the large gilded cage. Tweets and murmurs of sparrows and finches were few and muffled.
They’d roosted for the night and their tiny forms huddled together in branches of trees and imported palms.
I did my best to count the feathered friends in the low illumination. However, I didn’t get past nineteen when the door opened and closed—hidden by dense jungle—and the tell-tale footfalls of my master echoed in the conservatory. “Q?”
“No...not right now.” The French millionaire who I’d fallen in love with appeared. In his hands rested a bottle of amber liquor and two crystals shot glasses. “Right now...I’m your maître and you’ll obey me as such.”
A full shiver stole me.
My ass twinged in fear of what other punishment I’d be required to endure, but my core grew wet at the mere thought of Q losing a smidgen of control as he did this afternoon.
Lowering my gaze, I smiled. “As you wish, maître. What would you have me do?”
His finger pressed on my lower jaw, pushing my gaze to meet his. “First, never look away from me. Your submission comes in other ways. I don’t need you subservient.”
I bit my bottom lip as his touch slipped around my throat and squeezed. “This isn’t just about my pleasure.” His lips grazed mine. “This is about mutual bliss, and I have full intentions of enjoying every second.”
A gentle trill of bird song shattered the sudden tension.
I sucked in a breath, remembering my question. “Why did you bring me here? Last time, it didn’t end—”
“End well? That’s exactly why I brought you here.” Q strode away, motioning for me to follow. Leading me past the rattan furniture where I’d massaged his headache away, he guided me into a darker, damper part of the conservatory.
Here, a sturdy wooden table with pruning shears and bird seed rested under the moon-spangled sky.
“I want to replace memories of you leaving me with memories of you returning.” Placing the shot glasses on the table, he scooped up the bird seed and placed it on the ground, followed by the other debris. Once the table was clean, he snapped his fingers. “Undress.”
The command didn’t just sound in my ears, it echoed in my nipples and pussy. My fingers trembled as I tore off the jumper and slipped my trousers off. My simple white bra and knickers were shed just as quickly.
Nudity wasn’t something I feared anymore.
I didn’t flinch hating a certain stretchmark or stressing about a stupid flaw. Q looked at me as if I was his perfection. His queen.
He wanted me.
That was all that mattered.
The air temperature was tropical and muggy, so different to the icy outside world.
Standing naked, I waited for the next order.
Q didn’t disappoint. Pointing at the table, he growled, “Up.”
