My sensual criminals
A family of three

Epilogue ARIANA

I am covered in oil, my glistening skin reflecting the candlelight from the soft glow of the candelabra above me. It's a fantasy Jack wants to act out, and I'm happy to oblige. After all, my men are resourceful and creative, and I am the beneficiary of their dirty minds.

"Say my name," Jack commands with a moan of lust from beneath me. I'm lying on top of him, my back pressed against his torso, my oiled ass impaled on his huge cock. Above me is James, gently thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy. The three of us slide slowly, deliciously and sensually on top of each other as his huge cocks slide in and out of my ass and pussy. "James, "I moan, feeling myself getting closer and closer.

"Harder," he grunts.

"I can't," I manage on the next stroke. "The baby is sleeping and we don't want to wake her, otherwise we're done for the night."

It's true. Our three-month-old daughter, Camelia, sleeps peacefully in the next room. She looks just like my handsome men with her black hair, blue eyes and mischievous smile. Not to mention that our sweet little girl is the apple of her daddies' eye, who spoil her like crazy.

That's life. The three of us are deliriously happy and sometimes it seems as if I am living in a dream. Every now and then I think of my mother, but even that can't ruin my happiness because Melissa is making progress. I read in the paper that she has divorced Harrison and that Harrison will be forced to pay her millions, if not billions. I'm glad. It's for the best, and after the years of agony she has endured, I hope Melissa gets every penny she is due. I saw a picture of her in a magazine recently, and Mom looks happier than I've ever seen her, not to mention ten years younger than her real age. Living with Harrison ages you prematurely, I guess.

I also read about my supposed fate in the news. I was supposedly kidnapped during the raid on my father's art collection, and newsletters still come out with my statistics. But now that a year has passed since my disappearance, interest in the "lost heiress" has waned. I guess it's the New York news cycle, with its constant gossip and endless scandals. Sometimes I wish I could contact Melissa and my friend Isabela to tell them I'm alive, but it's too dangerous. It's better they don't know, in case my father replaces out.

James kisses me as he penetrates my pussy harder and harder.

"Ariana," he moans, "I want you to say my name when you cum."

"I'm... I'm close," I moan, rocking into the motion. God, it's huge, and Jack's hands on my hips push my ass up and down, harder and harder.

"Honey," Jack moans in my ear. My head drops onto his shoulder. "I've fantasized about this. You being here, with us. Exactly like this," he moans, and I notice his cock twist as he nears orgasm. James' hands are planted next to Jack's shoulders as he rides me from above with Jack on the bottom. I feel my pussy and ass being squeezed as I begin to shake from the unbearable excitement of being with my men.

"Harder," I moan. "Faster!" they obey me, drilling my ass and pussy vigorously, grunting as they begin to cum as well.

"Say my name," James reminds me with a grunt.

"James!" I scream, my orgasm tearing through me. "Jack !" At that moment, they both cum at the same time. Moaning and grunting, they pump their seed into my pussy and ass, their cocks convulsing in tremors. I am blinded with pleasure and see only the candlelight above me, diffused by my half-closed eyelids into beautiful golden patches of starlight.

I wish someone from my old life could see me now: being taken by candlelight in a secret, lavish, subway lair by two dangerous criminals who love me more than anything, and with whom I have a precious son. My father never thought I would amount to much, but instead, here I am. By day, helping my lovers run the Robin Hood Foundation, and by night, nestled in his arms as we revel in our love. What could be more perfect?

After all, others can say what they want, but it doesn't really matter. The few who know us are witness to our delirious bliss and the satisfaction that radiates from our threesome. That's all the evidence I need to prove that I'm living the life I want, desire and deserve. And it is my lovers who have proved it to me. Before, I thought I was worthless and would never amount to anything. I thought I was doomed to a life of misery and confinement, forever trapped under my father's thumb. But instead, I now live as the real me, with my baby and my two men, and what's more, I know I deserve it. Ariana Smith is a modern woman, and with my handsome criminals by my side, all's well that ends well. The End