Warning: There is a VERY EXPLICIT sex scene in this chapter. It is for mature readers only! Do not read if you are offended by any type of sex that is not vaginal intercourse.

Epilogue – Part 2

2015 – Boston

TPOV

Tate walked into the old brownstone building where Violet lived. At least, he hoped she still lived there. He wasn't sure, considering she hadn't written him in the past year. He was angry with her, but mostly Tate just missed her.

Before going to Boston, he had gone home to get the money he had stashed under the floorboards of his room. Luckily, it was all there. All $2 million dollars he had hidden away during his time working for Hugo. Constance didn't want to have anything to do with him when he showed up, and Tate couldn't have cared less. His only regret was leaving Addie behind. But he promised her that he would come back for her one day.

Tate was standing outside of the door of Violet's apartment suddenly unsure of himself. Fuck it, Tate thought, she owes me a fucking explanation for shutting me out.

He pounded on the door and waited for her to answer. When the door opened, Tate's eyes widened and he felt rage course through his system when he saw who opened the door. He immediately grabbed the guy by his jacket lapels and shoved him against the wall inside of the apartment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Tate growled in the guy's face.

The guy was struggling against Tate's hold and Tate heard a girl scream, "What the fuck!? Get off him!"

Tate glanced over to the girl and he felt like he got sucker punched. For a moment he thought the girl was Violet. The girl resembled Violet, but after a few seconds he realized she wasn't Violet. He looked back at the guy, Violet's old high school boyfriend, and became confused by this odd coincidence.

Suddenly the sound of a bedroom door being opened was heard, and another girl appeared.

"Oh my God, Tate! What are you doing here? Let go of him!" Violet exclaimed.

It took a couple of seconds for Tate to let go of the guy, but he did, and he backed away. The guy straightened his jacket and glared at Tate. Tate stared him down for a few seconds and only broke eye contact when Violet came over and pulled him away.

"Zoe, Kyle, um, you guys should take off. You're going to be late for your dinner reservation. I'll take care of things here," Violet said.

"Are you sure you want to be alone with this guy? Who is he anyway?" Zoe asked as Kyle walked over to her and took a hold of her hand.

"He's my . . . boyfriend," Violet said almost reluctantly.

Tate didn't like the hesitation in Violet's voice when she told Zoe he was her boyfriend. He also didn't like how Zoe's eyes widened at the news, like she didn't know Violet even had a boyfriend. Did Violet not mention me at all to her roommate? Tate thought angrily to himself.

Zoe and Kyle stared at them for a few seconds, and Zoe finally said, "Okay, we'll go. Violet, you have my number if you need anything."

After they left, Tate turned his full attention to Violet who was staring at him in shock. Her appearance changed a little in the past three years. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, but Tate could tell it was still long and straight. She was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top, and Tate could see that the curves of her body were nicely filled out, which only accentuated her tiny waist. She wasn't a girl anymore. She was a woman, and a sexy one at that.

Once Tate moved his eyes back to her face, he noticed she was studying him too. Then she made eye contact with him and before he could say anything, she turned around and walked to what he assumed was her bedroom. Feeling something close to anger, Tate followed her. Why isn't she happy to see me? Was she just fucking around when she said she loved me? Tate thought in frustration.

Tate closed the door to Violet's room and locked it. He turned around and looked at Violet. She was standing near a window looking out, facing away from him. He took a moment to look around her room and he noticed pictures pinned to a cork board. Violet was in all of the pictures smiling or laughing with friends; at concerts, at football games, goofing off in a classroom. Tate frowned not liking the evidence of the happy life Violet had without him.

He walked over to where Violet was standing and he stood directly behind her. He was so close to her that he could feel her body heat and smell her scent.

"Look at me," Tate said in a quiet yet demanding voice.

She didn't respond right away, but then suddenly Violet turned away from the window and launched herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and attacked his mouth with her lips. Tate didn't respond at first, still angry and confused by Violet, but his body reacted despite the turmoil in his mind, and he grasped her body tight against him and bit her bottom lip until she opened for his tongue.

He turned them away from the window and walked towards the foot of her bed. He pulled her off of him and dumped her on the mattress. When she landed she looked up at him with a slightly dazed expression on her face.

He was still in an angry frame of mind and he wanted to dominate her. He wanted her too badly to stop and think about what he was about to do. But most of all, he wanted to remind her that she belonged to him.

Breathing harshly, Tate grasped Violet's hips and pulled her body down on the bed so that her ass was at the edge. He then pulled her sleep shorts and underwear off in one quick motion, tossing them over his shoulder for them to land somewhere behind him. Only pausing to take off his jacket and pull off his t-shirt, Tate then pushed his jeans and boxers down far enough to release his aching cock, and he positioned himself at Violet's entrance.

"Violet," Tate growled. When she made eye contact with him, he couldn't wait anymore, so Tate gripped her hips tighter, and plunged into Violet's hot, wet pussy.

They both closed their eyes and groaned at the pleasure of finally being physically together. But, anger was still coursing through Tate's system, which overrode what could have been a gentle and loving reunion. She was so wet, and that was a Godsend, because Violet was so fucking tight, and Tate knew that he would have hurt her with his violent thrusts if she wasn't ready for him.

Tate knew he wasn't going to last long, so he brought his hand down to Violet's clit and rubbed circles into it. As he watched his dick slide in and out of Violet's soft, pink pussy, he finally felt her cum, and the strong spasms of her orgasm forced his own. Tate pushed Violet further up on the bed still joined to her, and climbed onto the mattress.

Despite having just cum, Tate's dick remained fully erect. Tate guessed it was because it had been three years since he had been with Violet and he was still buried deeply inside her tight opening.

So, pulling out for only a second, Tate turned Violet over and put her on her knees. Then he pulled her back onto his dick. Back and forth on Tate's still rigid cock, he fucked into Violet. She gave no complaints as Tate used her body, and he was encouraged by Violet's breathy moans.

Tate fucked into her hard, thrusting into Violet with wild abandon. He slammed his hips into her, watching her tight ass cheeks jiggle with each one of his thrusts. The bed was soon creaking beneath them, and the headboard was banging against the wall.

With his hands on either side of Violet's ass, Tate used them to spread her cheeks wide. This gave Tate an unobstructed view of Violet's puckered little hole. Tate licked his finger, and as he continued plowing hard into her body, Tate stuck his finger into Violet's even tighter hole.

Violet looked back at him, and Tate knew she was wondering what he was doing. Her eyes grew wide as he continued pressing further and further in, until the entire length of his finger was safely inside her tight anal opening.

As Tate fucked his cock into her pussy, he also fucked his finger in and out of her anus. Violet closed her eyes and bit her lip before turning her head away from him, and she leaned further down on the bed, pressing the side of her face against the mattress. After a minute, Violet let out a long, low groan as her body shuddered in an orgasm.

Withdrawing first his dick, and then his finger, Tate repositioned himself until his cock was lined up with Violet's tiny asshole. Tate's cock was already well lubed from Violet's sexual secretions and his own semen from the first time he came, so, Tate pressed it up against her anus.

Violet moaned in pain, but never told Tate to stop. Tate had to press hard since this hole was twice as tight as her pussy was. With amazing pressure on her ass, Tate soon slid his cockhead inside with an audible popping noise.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Violet cried.

Tate stopped where he was, with just the head buried inside her. When she quieted down, Tate continued pressing forward. Violet kept grunting in pain with every inch he penetrated, but she never asked him to stop. After several long minutes, Tate was all the way in and he closed his eyes and groaned at the unbelievable pleasure of having Violet's anal walls closing in on his dick.

Tate pulled out slightly and then pushed in hard, again burying his cock to the hilt. He started rocking and thrusting, oblivious to everything else around him except for the pleasure he was experiencing. However, he soon felt the flutters as Violet climaxed again and he heard her scream of pleasure, which surprised him, so he started to punch into her wildly, fast and hard. Violet's body collapsed under him as he pumped her three final times, and blasted her bowels with his cum.

Out of breath and with his legs no longer able to support him, Tate pulled out of Violet and collapsed next to her. He could hear her trying to catch her breath, but she had turned away from him so he couldn't see her face. Then he noticed a little hitch in her breathing and he noticed her shoulders shaking. She was crying.

Letting out a sigh to ward off his own tears of frustration, Tate kicked off his shoes and pulled his boxers and jeans up, before turning towards Violet, and pulling her body into his as he spooned her.

"I'm sorry," Tate began quietly. But then he remembered that Violet was the one who owed him an apology or at the very least an explanation, so he said, "Actually, I'm not. I love you Violet. Why did you stop writing to me? Do you not want to be with me anymore?"

Violet didn't answer him right away, but it did sound like she had stopped crying. He had placed his hand on her flat stomach, and he felt her move one of her own hands down to lace her fingers with his.

Finally, Tate heard her take a deep breath, and she quietly said, "There's something I need to tell you."

A/N: Eeeek! My very first anal sex scene! Please let me know how I did in your reviews! :D

Thanks LunaSeasMoonChild for asking for this scene! I really hadn't thought about writing it (even though I teased it in the story) until you mentioned wanting to read a scene like that in your review, and I really liked the challenge. Ask & you shall receive! ;)