Hidden Flames [The Ludovicas: Second Generation Book Three]

Epilogue

A FEW YEARS LATER...

KIAN

"...and now some blush to make you pretty!"

I closed my eyes as my four-year-old daughter, Evelie, smacked the makeup brush all over my face.

When the brush swiped under my nose, the powder particles went inside my nose making me sneeze loudly.

"I told you not to move!" She groaned dramatically. "You ruined it!"

"Sorry", I mumbled and sat straight, accepting my fate.

She huffed and grabbed the lipstick, her lips pushed out in a pout which was a photocopy of Irene's pout and it made my heart swell with warmth.

Evelie got Irene's hair, the same hair I was fascinated with, her eyes were a similar shade to mine, green. The rest of her features were quite similar to Irene's.

She had me wrapped around her finger. There was nothing in this world I wouldn't do for her and she took advantage of me.

Five minutes later, she was done applying lipstick all over my lips and chin.

The door to the room opened and Irene walked in, her eyes lighting up with amusement when she saw me sitting on the floor.

"Look, Mommy. Daddy looks like a princess!" Evelie was proud of her work as she grinned at Irene.

Irene chuckled, moving closer to me. "Yes, he does."

I shot her a glare, chuckling, she bent down and kissed the top of my head.

Another set of footsteps rushed inside the room, and our six-year-old son, Eryx
came inside, addressing Evelie. "Let's go, Uncle Mano is taking us out for ice cream."

Evelie dropped the makeup products and ran over to her brother, holding his hand as they both left the room.

Sighing, I got up and went inside the bathroom to wash my face and Irene followed after me.

She leaned against the countertop with a mischievous smile. "So...dear princess."

"It's not funny." I glared at her.

"Oh, it is. I didn't know I would see this day. Kian Ludovica letting a small girl control him."

I washed my face and dried it with a hand towel. "You have been controlling my life way before that."

"Is that so?" She stepped closer, running a finger down my chest.

I cocked my head, holding her hips firmly as I lifted her up on the countertop. "Are you trying to seduce me, wife?"

She leaned closer to whisper against my lips, "What if I am?"

Groaning, I kissed her, thankful that Armano had taken all the children out for ice cream.

Irene's tongue met mine and I pulled down her panties as we kissed hungrily.

It was fair to say that even after almost seven years of marriage, I was still desperate for her.

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Children of all sizes filled the house, their voices floating around us as they all played together, well, except Azher since he was the eldest at sixteen and didn't want to partake in their childish games.

"Heard you Evelie made you a princess earlier today," Zaire smirked at me.

"Who the fuck told you that?"