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"Look at me," I hear King’s father say to him. The child now looks at him with a serious face, the laughter when entering the water gone. "You can no longer dive into the sea alone."

"But I can do it, Daddy!"

"King Kostanidis, your mother is sad about what you just did. In addition to entering the water again without an adult nearby, you encouraged your brother to follow you."

"I didn'tentouragedKaiser," he says, getting the word all wrong, and I have to hold back my laughter, despite my anxiety. "He follows me everywhere."

"Because you are hisbig brother. But Kaiser doesn't know how to swim as well as you yet. Do you want him to get hurt?"

"No, Daddy."

"You are his example, King. Whatever you do wrong, he will follow."

"I won't do it anymore. Only when Kaiser can swim as well as me," he says, and I shake my head because even though he plays the obedient son, King maintains the typical Kostanidis arrogance.

After we give each of them a kiss, Madison and Zeus take them to the yacht's kitchen to feed them.

"Everything fine?" Hades asks me when I hug him and rest my face on his chest.

"Yes. They're going to give me gray hair before my time, but do you want to know something?" I raise my eyes to look at him. "You and them are worth every second. I never thought I could be so happy. I love you, Greek."

"I love you much more, wife, and I will always take care of our family."

Hades

EPILOGUE TWO

Two years later

The house is empty,because that's what I planned for today.

I take off my suit jacket, knowing that in a few minutes, my wife will be home.

After thinking a lot about what she wanted to do with her life, Kennedy decided to study drawing to improve her technique, shortly after Kaiser was born, and now, she has opened a small school for children with talent, but who cannot afford training.

As someone who doesn't even know how to draw a simple flower, I feel proud as hell of every award she receives, but I know that for my wife, it's not just the realization of a dream—it's proof that she managed to win, even though practically since her conception, the stakes of life have been against her.

Before long, I hear the voice of the reason why I get up every morning, asking, "Hades, are you home early? I saw your car outside."

"Here, wife," I call from the dining room and wait.

I pay attention to each step she takes, getting closer and closer to me.

She appears in the doorway, and when she sees me, she drops the folder she is carrying and smiles, running into my arms. "What did I do to deserve this surprise in the middle of the day?"

I don't respond. I kiss her mouth almost violently, the hunger I'll never stop feeling for her emerging the second I touch her.

I had intended to tease her for hours before giving her what she wants, but Kennedy always makes me lose control.

"It's not a reward, it's a punishment." I pull away to watch her face, and when I see her panting, already excited, I grab the collar of her gray silk blouse with both hands and, with just one tug, rip it into two pieces.

Now, Kennedy is in just a black skirt clinging to her sexy hips and a black lace bra.

"Can I at least know what I'm being punished for?" she asks as I wrap her hair around my fist and slap her ass before lifting her skirt and massaging the spot. But feeling her skin on my fingers isn't enough, and I bend down, pulling her panties down to the middle of her thighs and licking her entire pussy from behind.

She shudders every time my tongue runs over her, moving around my face, offering me more.

I separate her folds with two fingers and lick her clit, then nibble her pleasure spot, and when I push my tongue into her sex, she screams, coming.

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