Savage Monster (Boys Without Remorse #2)

Epilogue

Korain

“Have a great day, everyone! And remember, I’m in the cabin just over there,” I pointed in the direction of my cabin, noting Onyx’s car was in the driveway, which made my smile widen, “if you need anything during your stay here.”

“Thank you, Mr. Choi!” a little kid called, waving at me with his free hand as his dad grabbed his other. They were doing a father-son camping trip. It always made me so happy to see parents getting out with their kids. I mostly saw older couples coming out for a relaxing weekend, especially around this time of year when the air was cooler and Halloween was just around the corner.

The state park had become a spot of fascination with the murders from the year before. They’d found missing the cop the next morning—throat slit, hands resting on his chest just like the girl who’d been murdered the morning Onyx broke into my home to protect me.

Crazy to think all of that happened just a year ago. And now—I glanced down at my wedding band—well, now, I was fucking married to my stalker . We’d hyphenated our last names, but it was easier for people to call me Mr. Choi rather than Mr. Choi-Dean.

I’d fallen seamlessly into Onyx’s family. They welcomed me in with open arms. And Kasey was more than happy to have another person in the family who wasn’t a psychopath. I knew he loved his sons, but I understood how draining it could be when almost everyone around didn’t understand some of the emotions we experienced. I still had to explain things to Onyx when I felt fear or sadness or guilt.

Sabbath, their youngest brother, was like Kasey through and through, though he definitely had his brothers’ sarcasm and hate-the-world personality traits. Kasey did his best to keep Sabbath’s hands clean of everything his brothers did, but there was only so much shielding he could do.

I pushed open the front door of the cabin and stepped inside, closing the door behind me as I toed off my boots. After locking the door, I headed deeper into the cabin, finding Onyx on the couch, shirt missing, legs spread, and a beer in his hand as he flipped through TV channels. He looked up when I walked into the room, setting the remote aside and his beer on the side table. Reaching for me, he grasped my hips and tugged me down onto his lap, pushing his hands under my shirt to stroke my ribcage. I shivered. His touch never failed to both settle me and turn me on. It was an odd, confusing combination, even with all the time that’d passed.

“I thought you’d still be in the shower,” I admitted, adjusting my knees to get a little more comfortable. I sucked in a sharp breath when I realized Onyx was hard, his cock pressing right against mine.

“Already showered.” He leaned in and nuzzled my throat before he gently sank his teeth into my Adam’s apple. I whimpered, my fingers sliding into his hair. “Been waiting on you to get home. Dad wants us to go over there for dinner. But I need you first.”

I sucked in a sharp breath when he abruptly flipped us so I was lying on the couch and he was hovering above me, his hips cradled between my thighs. Our cocks pressed together, and I moaned, arching my hips to get more friction.

“Rough day?” I panted, already breathless and needy for him.

He grunted. “This one was a fucking screamer,” he muttered before he took my lips in a hard, bruising kiss that had me seeing stars. “I’d much rather hear you scream.”

Jesus fuck .

“I’m on shift,” I panted. “Can’t go to your dad’s.”

“You know he’ll just drag the whole family here then.” He yanked my shirt over my head before licking a stripe between my pecs. I groaned and pressed my head back into the cushions, every part of me aching for his touch. He sucked one nipple into his mouth before nipping at it. Then, he dragged his lips to my other, lavishing it with the same attention.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned when he unfastened my jeans and tugged them down my legs, my boxers following right after. He speared two fingers inside my hole, still slick and wet from when he’d fucked me against the shower wall this morning. “Onyx, please ,” I begged, my fingers curling into the edges of the couch cushion. “Need?—”

My words broke off on a strangled yelp when he pushed my thighs back and shoved his cock inside of me in one brutal stroke. And then, he was moving, fucking into me hard and fast. Each stroke punched the breath from my lungs. All I could manage were breathy ughn ughn ughn s over and over again as he wrecked my hole and used me up to sate the monster inside of him.

He was always like this after a job that wore on his nerves. Sometimes, the kills were easy, and he was in a good mood when he got home. Others, like this one, irritated him and awakened the beast inside of him. The monster.

I loved both versions of Onyx the same. Needed them both just as much.

“God, your hole is always so fucking tight ,” Onyx growled, his nails biting into my thighs as he pushed my legs back farther, practically bending me in half. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

His blue eyes locked on mine, burning so brightly for me, for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t remember how. Onyx may not be capable of loving me, but his possession and ownership were all I fucking needed. Every time he looked at me with those bright eyes, like he wanted to shove me inside his body, so he never had to live without me, I knew I’d made the right decision in letting him stick around.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped right before my cock spilled between us, spurting cum all over my belly and chest. Onyx was a goddamn expert at making me come untouched.

Onyx shouted my name before he spilled inside of me, his hips falling off rhythm as he marked me. Claimed me.

Owned me .

“I love you,” I rasped, my body slumping into the cushions. I knew we needed to get up and get showers before he called his dad to break the news to him that I was on shift still, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I was all fucked out of energy.

Onyx cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my bottom lip. Somehow, I managed to open my eyes and look up at him. Strands of his curly, brown hair were sticking to his sweat-damp forehead, but his eyes were soft. For me.

Only ever for me.

“If I could love anyone, Korain, it’d be you,” Onyx told me quietly.

A dopey smile tilted my lips. “I know.”