Falling for the Villain by M. Robinson
EPILOGUE
Juliet
“Your damn brother…” Donovan pouted, arms crossed. “Who the hell does the think he is anyway?”
I just smiled. “Um, a Sinacore underboss, why?”
Donovan still glared. “He’s not being careful enough.”
“Really?” I sighed. “This from the whips and chains guy?”
He scowled. “She’s only two.”
“Right, and their little one is only a bit older, and look how well they’re playing together.” I nudged him and took a sip of my water. The family get-together for Naz’s birthday was everything I’d hoped it would be, and it was at our estate.
Our kids, plus our little girl all in the grass sitting, giggling, showing expressions I would have never seen from my brother if he hadn’t found his other half.
Which reminded me…
“You want more?” I asked casually.
Donovan froze, slowly turning toward me, his green eyes narrowing. “Are you asking or telling?”
“Call me pet and see…”
With a growl, he yelled back, “Romeo, kid duty.”
Romeo made a face but shot us a thumbs-up as Donovan and I moved through the house toward our master bedroom. Through tragedy, joys were always available; just sometimes, you had to go through the hurt to stop the pain.
Donovan closed the door behind us.
I could feel his heat as he wrapped his arms around me and whispered against my neck, “Something to share, pet?”
I grinned. “I’m pregnant again.”
“Just like that?” He smiled against my neck.
“Do I really need to explain the ins and outs of getting pregnant to you, Donovan?”
“Please do. Be as graphic as possible. Pictures preferred, actually. Feel free to act it out; I’ll sit.”
He moved, but I turned around in his arms, now facing the piano across the room.
Something caught my eye.
Something red.
Red.
“What’s that?” Tears filled my eyes as a red rose laid across the top of the piano keys.
“Oh. That.” He grabbed my hand and led me toward the piano bench, then pulled it out for me as he reached for the red rose. “It’s for you. Because you’re no longer just my pet, you’re my Juliet, my wife. You’re all three, and now I own you with it.”
“You do,” I agreed, wiping my cheeks.
“Then there’s only one thing left for us to do, I guess.”
He sat me down at the piano and placed his hands on my shoulders, putting pressure there, keeping me safe, secure. I knew what his next words would be. Grabbing the red rose, he held it in front of my face from behind and whispered in my ear, “Play with me, Juliet.”
Not as servant and master.
His partner.
His love.
His soulmate.
“Okay,” I said through tears. “I’ll play with you, Donovan.”
He moved around and sat with me on the piano bench. “A duet, I think would be acceptable?”
“Together.” I smiled.
“Together.” He grabbed me at the back of my neck and pulled me in for a deep kiss, then released me. “Just no Chopsticks.”
I laughed.
And I realized I only laughed like that with him
In his home.
His arms..
With my villain, I’d not only found my laugh but my real home again.
With the monster.
Because in my books? Heroes could go screw themselves.
Give me war.
Give me destruction.
Give me sweet death.
Give me Donovan.
My master for eternity.
The End