The Marriage Debt: Epilogue

“Keep your eyes closed,” Luca says.

“You already told me that a million times,” I say, still not knowing where the hell I am even though it’s been more than five hours already. “We’ve even been on a plane! What kind of surprise is this?”

He laughs. “Almost there. Watch your head.”

I lower my head as he helps me into a car, sliding inside before shutting the door.

This whole trip has gotten me anxious, and I hate that he’s not telling me why we’re going all the way out here, wherever here is. I didn’t have any time to prepare, nor did I bring any luggage.

Then again, knowing Luca, maybe I won’t need it at all. I gulp.

“So five hours … where does that take me?” I mutter.

“Always such a nosy bunny,” he says. His hand snakes around my thigh as he leans in to whisper, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

God, everything that comes out of his mouth sounds raunchy even when it isn’t meant like that at all.

But when he plants a deliciously sultry kiss underneath my ear, all the butterflies begin to spread again.

“I can’t wait to tear these clothes off your body,” he groans, making me all the more aware of that blindfold around my head.

“You’re not making this easier,” I reply.

“I don’t do easy,” he says, grinning against my skin as his hand dives between my legs. “And neither do you, considering you fell for me.”

“The driver might see you,” I murmur as he begins to toy with my pussy.

Luca groans. “I hired him not to care.”

He keeps going and going until I’m all hot and flustered, and my clit throbs.

After a while, the car comes to a stop, and his hand vanishes, leaving me bereft and full of wantonness. The trunk is opened, and something is hauled out. The driver gets out too and helps carry it. I don’t need to see to know that something’s going on, and it’s putting me on edge.

“Luca?” I say, hoping he might hear.

Suddenly, the door on my side opens up, and he grabs my hand and tugs me out in one go. “C’mon.”

He pulls me along, grabbing both hands to guide my way across some stones where soft sands lie between.

“Be careful where you step,” he says.

Not only that but it’s also hot and humid out here. Totally unlike the Netherlands. “Where are we?”

“Just a few more steps until you find out,” he says. “Wait here.”

I listen to the sounds. A door is opened. He walks me in. The floor is made of wood that echoes. It smells like fresh lime in here. The feeling warm and … cozy for some reason.

“Here,” he says, and he stops walking.

He circles around me, and I can feel his hand on my thighs, sliding up my body, along the curve of my breasts, up my neck, all the way to the back of my head, where he slowly unravels the blindfold.

When it falls to the floor, my jaw drops too.

In front of me, two doors are opened, showing a magical view of luscious palm trees and a sandy beach leading to a beautiful pristine ocean.

“Oh, my God …” I mutter.

“Welcome to our private little hut in the Canary Islands,” he whispers into my ear, clutching my waist from the back. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” A big smile forms on my face. “How did you plan all this?”

“You’re nosy, and I know that. But I cheated,” he explains as I take a small tour around the hut, checking out all the amazing furniture and luxurious-looking food. I even take a bite of a date filled with cheese, and it’s freaking delicious.

“You cheated? What do you mean?”

He grabs a champagne bottle sitting in ice and pours it into two glasses. “This was all planned ahead of time. Back when I was first supposed to marry you.”

I look up and stop eating. “Wait, you mean you were planning on bringing my sister here?” I almost get jealous at the thought, but then I remember that I took her place. And I’m sure glad that I did now that I’m here.

“No,” Luca responds, taking the date from my hand and stuffing it into his mouth. “Three years ago.”

My lips part, but I don’t know what to say.

He planned all this three years ago?

All this time, when his family tried to get me on a plane, and I escaped, I thought they’d only planned on marrying us there. Not that we’d actually get a …

“Oh,” I mutter, my eyes widening as the realization hits me. “This is—”

“Our honeymoon,” Luca fills in for me as he hands me a glass of champagne and holds it out for a toast. “The one I wanted to give to you.” He lowers his eyes at me in that same way he always does just before he’s about to chase me around the penthouse. And the mere sight of those eyes makes me want to flee. “Before you decided to run away from me.”

I swallow and take the glass from his hand. We toast. The air is crackling with tension.

I bring the glass to my lips and take a sip while sweat drops roll down my back.

Right as I put it down on the table, he grabs my wrist. “Don’t run just yet, bunny.”

My whole body freezes as he fishes something from his pocket. A letter.

“This is for you,” he says.

With a frown, I take it and open the envelope. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but it’s definitely not a love letter, knowing Luca.

But when my eyes read the words on the paper, I gasp in shock and almost drop the paper.

It’s a proof of purchase of a building in the city where we live with my name on it.

“What is this?” I mutter.

“Consider it a late wedding gift.”

Why would he buy me property unless—

“For your new business,” he says as he puts down his glass and steps closer, a key dangling between his fingers. “Where you can create all the dresses and outfits you ever dreamed of.”

Oh, my God. I can’t believe it.

I choke up at the thought.

He’d really do this for me?

He holds up the key in front of my face so daringly close like a piece of candy that I want to snatch it away just because I can.

But the moment I do, he pulls back, and that familiar smirk appears again. The same one he had on his face when he first stole my crown when I was only a little girl and ran away with it.

Back then, I didn’t know how far boys like him would go to get what they wanted.

“What’s the catch?” I ask, putting down the paper.

“Saying thank you is a start,” he muses, narrowing the gap between us.

“Well, thank you,” I say.

He shakes his head a little. “Not enough, bunny.”

“What more do you want?”

But I already know the answer, and the thought fills me with exhilaration.

He leans in, chest pressed up against mine, his cock hardening against my thighs. “That your heart and body only bleed for me.”

He pulls the knife out of his pocket, caressing my cheek with it, and it feels like my whole body ignites in flames.

“It’s about time we fixed that name scar and made it whole again,” he says.

I hold my breath as the knife slowly travels down to my navel. “The doors are open. What if I scream? What if someone catches us?”

His tongue darts out to wet those delicious lips of his. “This is a private beach, so the only one catching you will be me.”

He really thought of everything.

Fuck.

I swallow, but I still can’t stop myself from taunting the wolf. “And what if I decide to give my heart to someone else?”

I know what it does to him when I say that.

How possessive it makes him.

It’s exactly what I want.

He looks me dead in the eyes as he says, “Then I suggest you start running … now.”

Now.

My feet are lightning fast as they move across the wood.

He’s mere inches away, but I escape his grasp.

On the beach, my feet dig into the sand.

One glance over my shoulder.

There he is, right in my footsteps, in one hand a knife, the other a chain.

If there’s anyone else on this beach right now, they’d call the police.

But we’re all alone, and there’s no one here to rescue me, the damsel in distress, the little bunny darting away from the wolf himself.

And when he suddenly lunges forward and catches me, I fall headfirst into the sand.

He immediately straddles me and leans over, his hard-on poking me in the ass. “Not fast enough, little bunny.” His breathing is loud, heavy, and hot as he whispers into my ear, “I got you, and I’m never fucking letting go.”

And as I turn my head to look into his smoldering eyes, I fall head over heels with this beast of a man. This beast clasps a chain to my collar and calls me his.

The knife at my throat makes me swallow as it slides down my back, cutting through what little fabric still covers my body in this hot and humid land. His hand grips my ass and slaps it so hard I squeal.

“Are you happy, little bunny?”

“Yes!” I squeal when he slaps me again.

“Good. It’s about time I got my reward,” Luca muses as he zips down while still on top of me, the mere sound setting me off. He fists the chain in the palm of his hand and tugs, forcing my head to tilt up, right as he positions himself between my legs.

And when he thrusts inside, my eyes roll into the back of my head. Heaven.

“Now be a good little slut, Mrs. De Vos, and enjoy me fucking your brains out.”