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“Of course. He’s your brother,” Roman says, then joins James in a most deliciously tantalizing foreplay as they shower me with hot, wet kisses. “He should know everything.”

Oliver enjoys watching, one hand stroking his massive erection. “You should tell the rest of the Konstantinovs too. At some point anyway. The fewer secrets between us, the better.”

“Really?” I say, surprised.

My brain doesn’t function well when two of my men are peeling lace off my body, lips closing around my tender nipples and suckling voraciously.

“Can we talk about this later?” I gasp when James’s fingers slide between my slick folds, finding me burning hot and ready for him, for them. “Oh…”

Roman cups my face with both hands, beckoning me to look up at him. I lose myself in the dark pools of his eyes. “Understand this, Elise, I love you to death.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper.

“Nobody will ever hurt you again. Not while we’re still breathing,” James says as he kneels behind me and spreads my cheeks wide.

“I’m safe with you, I know that.”

I whimper and shudder as James’s tongue works me into a heated frenzy. I lose my mind as Roman fondles my breasts and squeezes my nipples until the sweetest sting travels through my ribcage. By the time they lift me off the ground and settle me on top of Oliver, I’m already slipping over the edge of delirium.

“Come for me, baby,” Oliver says, his voice gruff as he fills me and stretches me into madness. James climbs up behind me and joins him inside while Roman takes the top position so I can take him in my mouth.

“I love you all so much,” I cry out, my grip tightening on the base of Roman’s massive cock. “So, so much.”

“That’s it, baby,” James’s fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts into me.

I give in and explode, an overwhelming orgasm taking over as they fuck me out of this world and claim me—body and soul—late into the night.

I feel their love burning through me just as mine burns through them, filling us with an immortal kind of light. The storm has passed, and we survived it.

Now we have a whole life ahead of us.

Epilogue I

Elise

Eighteen months later

“Did you hear?” Janice asks.

I’m staring at myself in front of a mirror, unable to believe my eyes. My wedding day has finally come. My dress hugs my post-pregnancy figure in all the right places. Kara had a team come in from Chicago to make sure I look like a queen for my special day, bless her heart.

“Hear what?” I reply, admiring the white lace and pearl work on my intricately detailed bodice, layers of tulle and delicate silk falling all around me.

“The diner is up for sale.”

“Huh?”

“The diner.”

“My diner?”

Janice smiles as she joins me in the mirror. I’ve never felt more beautiful, not even the day I married Igor, a day that lingers in the back of my head with a bitter aftertaste.

“Gosh, you’re the queen of this mountain,” she says. “And your hair…”

“It’s that argan oil you suggested. It did wonders.” It makes my blonde curls shine in an embellished braided bun on the top of my head while tendrils graciously framing my face and neckline.

“You look wonderful, too,” I tell her. Indeed, the dark blue dress she’s wearing adds a feminine touch to her curvy frame, bringing new light to her eyes.

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