The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

Epilogue

S ix Years Later

Two years ago, I graduated with my MA in painting and arts. Since then, I've successfully showcased my art. Alexander couldn't be more proud of me.

My parents would be arriving shortly. I was happy that they finally got to live their love.

When I first met him, we didn't have the best first meeting since I threw my dagger at him, but since finding out he was my father, our relationship had grown. My little brother was now three years old and was the most adorable baby I had ever seen. Although, Alexander believed ours would be cuter.

I never renewed my birth control six years ago. We both had been especially careful in the first three years since he wanted me to finish school. We had only been trying for about four months, and today, I would be surprising him with the news that he was going to be a father.

Owen had started working for my father as his tech guy, but he did help the Hades occasionally. I think he did it to keep Sebastian close. Aristotle has continued to be one grumpy asshole for the past four and a half years.

I wasn't sure what had happened to him and Sophie, but she came clean about her past on our last day of school. I never told her I was Deimos, nor did I ever tell her who Alexander was entirely, but when the time came, I would help her with her revenge and savor every minute of it. I hope she returns, but I would understand if she didn't. Sophie left almost five years ago and hasn’t returned since then. Aristotle broke her heart, and I knew if she did, she would make him suffer.

I hope she does.

After I learned about some of the things that happened between them and after what he said, he needed to grovel.

Deimos hadn't made an appearance since we helped Nikolai and Alexei get their revenge for their father's deaths——a war that lasted two years. Since then, Deimos has been dormant unless someone within the three families needs Alexander and me to handle business.Plus, with the help of Nikolai and Alexei, more of my father's businesses and the Hades businesses have become legit.

But now that I was three months pregnant, I planned on retiring that part of me.

As for my grandparents, let's just say that my mother decided their fate. She and my father locked them away in a psychiatric clinic in Ireland, far away from me. My mother wanted them both to feel what she went through for seventeen years, but unlike her, they literally went crazy.

Alexander

I kissed down her jaw to her neck, sucking on her pulse like I wanted, marking her as mine. She gasped and begged, "Alex, please."

She moved her pelvis, chasing the friction, making me chuckle as my beard sent goosebumps over her skin. I kissed my way down her collarbone, then to the valley of her breasts. My tongue traced her butterfly tattoo then to the center of her stomach. I tore away her flimsy bra and took a rosy, pebbled nipple into my mouth. I cradled her breasts. They were heavier and so much bigger.

She hadn't told me she was pregnant, but I'd seen her body change right before my eyes. Her breasts got bigger, heavier, and sensitive. Her hips were wider, and her nipples and areolas were a little darker. I chuckled —she was a lot more emotional and a hell of a lot more moody.

I nipped it, then sucked while my fingers twisted and pulled at the other one. I then switched, paying attention to each breast, ensuring to make her gasp, moan, and beg. My dirty little nun was getting frustrated.

Slowly, I kissed down her body, reaching her pantie-covered cunt, a wet patch soaked through. I covered the soaked material with my mouth and sucked, taking a taste of her juices, making her arch her back off the bed. She reached down to tug at me and pushed her cunt and my face closer.

I leaned my head back a little. I slid my hand up her thigh and around to grab an ass cheek before I hooked my finger on the waistband of her panties and pulled the material. The lace stretched as I maneuvered it off her left leg, getting impatient and tearing it off completely in shreds.

My cock was rock-hard as I dove my tongue into her sweet pink pussy, then moved my tongue to her swollen clit. Flicking it over and over. I placed two fingers at her entrance and sucked hard on her clit as I shoved my two fingers deep inside her. Causing her back to arch further and for me to groan.

"Fuck, Princess, you're tight," I groaned. Her walls made it hard to insert my fingers fully. I looked up at the masterpiece before me: her back arched, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, and her skin flushed beautifully. She was a fucking sight to see. I bent down and took her clit between my lips again. My fingers curved inside her, and I started to fuck her hard and fast, feeling her get wetter.

I worked quickly, needing her to come fast so that I could bury my cock inside her warm cunt. As soon as her walls started to squeeze my fingers, I sucked harder on her clit until her fluids gushed from her pussy.

I groaned.

Bloody hell, she tasted delicious.

Her breathing was heavy asI stood and undid my trousers. My mind was clouded with lust as her smell and taste took over my senses. My beard was covered in her juices. Quickly removing my trousers and boxers, I crawled over her body, my mouth touching hers in a passionate kiss as I lifted her left leg over the crook of my elbow. I reached down between us and placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, not giving a fuck about protection—she was already pregnant, and I thrust inside.

I broke the kiss and dipped my head to lick my way up her throat, nipping and biting at her neck as she gasped, "Oh God. Alex." Quinn's nails dug into my back, marking me. I twisted a nipple with my right hand, my left going between us to pinch her clit. I could feel my spine tingle and my balls aching with the need to cum as her cunt started to flutter again.

"Right there, baby, keep going. Squeeze my dick," I growled before taking her mouth again. Her pussy squeezed my dick. I thrust faster and rubbed her clit harder. Quinn screamed against my mouth as her cunt squeezed me so fucking tight my cock might just fall off. Her orgasm took over, and fluid gushed between our bodies before I roared and emptied myself deep inside her.

"Fuck, Quinn," I moaned against her mouth while keeping my semi-hard cock inside her—loving her warmth.

I slowly pulled my hips back before I thrust forward again, making her whimper, and I smiled against her lips before rasping, "I'm not done yet."

She giggled and smiled against my lips before kissing me again. "I'm pregnant," she confessed. Oh, baby, I planned on keeping you pregnant for the rest of your life. Grinning like a Cheshire cat at the news that I was going to be a father, I whispered against her lips, "Thank you."

"Thank you for making me a father. Thank you for loving me, but most of all, thank you for remembering me, angel."

I moved my hips, this time taking her slow and steady, just enjoying our bodies being connected as one.

Making love and promising myself to hold her and my child for eternity.

THE END