Captured by the Bratva (Sharov Bratva #3)

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Violet

I splash water on my face, the cold shock momentarily grounding me in reality. It’s been a week since everything happened, but I still can’t fully process it. The betrayal, the violence, and the aftermath—everything feels like a blur, a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

I take a deep breath and dry my face with a towel before heading back into the bedroom. Kirill is there, having just returned from work. He looks exhausted, but there’s a calmness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Kirill,” I say softly, sitting next to him on the bed. “I want to talk about something.”

He turns to me, his gaze steady and attentive. “What is it?”

“The danger is gone,” I begin, trying to find the right words. “Caleb is dead. You don’t have to protect me anymore. We don’t need to live together anymore.”

Kirill’s eyes darken slightly, and he looks at me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. “The contract was for six months,” he says firmly. “Whatever is decided, you are not leaving a day before that.”

I nod, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. “What about after that? After six months, do we just… depart?”

There’s a heavy silence between us, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air. I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of what he’s thinking, but his expression remains unreadable.

Finally, I gather the courage to reveal the truth that’s been weighing on me. “Kirill,” I say, my voice trembling. “I’m pregnant.”

The words hang in the air, and I see the shock register on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. The silence stretches, filled with a thousand unspoken questions.

I place a hand on my stomach, my heart pounding in my chest. “I found out a few days ago. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Kirill’s eyes soften. “You sure?”

I nod, tears welling up in my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I took the test three times to be certain.”

He takes a moment to process this, his expression shifting from shock to a slow, dawning realization. Then, a wide grin spreads across his face. “Now you can’t ever leave me,” he says, voice low.

He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly. “I can’t wait to have a family with you, Violet. Let’s make this marriage real. I want you. I love you,” he confesses, his eyes locking on to mine with a fierce intensity.

I feel a rush of emotions, my heart swelling with a love I hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. “I love you too, Kirill,” I whisper, my voice choked with tears. “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

He wipes away my tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and tender. “We’ll do this together, Violet. We’ll be a family. Our family.”

I nod, a smile breaking through my tears. “Yes, together.”

He kisses me then, a deep, passionate kiss that conveys everything words can’t. It’s a kiss filled with promise, love, and the shared understanding that we’re embarking on a new journey together. When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against his, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine.

“We’ll need to plan,” I say softly, my mind already racing with thoughts of the future. “There’s so much to do.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time,” Kirill assures me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “For now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”

I nod, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that has surrounded us, this moment feels perfect. I lean into Kirill’s embrace, letting myself bask in the warmth and safety of his arms.

“We’ll tell everyone when the time is right,” Kirill continues, his voice a gentle murmur. “For now, it’s just our little secret.”

“Our secret,” I repeat, the words feeling like a promise between us.

He kisses me again, softer this time, a lingering touch that makes my heart flutter. “I love you, Violet. More than anything.”

“I love you too, Kirill,” I reply, my voice filled with all the emotion I can’t put into words.

His hands begin to roam my body, his touch reverent and tender. It’s softer than before, more intimate, as he strips me of my clothes. He undresses me slowly, taking his time to savor each moment, each inch of skin he uncovers.

His fingers trail down my neck, over my shoulders, and across my arms, leaving a path of tingling warmth in their wake. He pauses to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me shiver with desire. His lips follow the path his hands have taken, kissing every part of me as if he’s memorizing the feel and taste of my skin.

When he reaches my stomach, he pauses, his lips brushing against the slight curve of my belly. “How long have you known?” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

“Only a few days,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I took the tests on Tuesday when the morning sickness started.”

He smiles against my skin, his breath warm and comforting.

He continues to kiss my stomach, his hands moving to gently part my thighs. His touch is eager but controlled, every movement filled with a deep reverence. He kisses his way back up my body, his lips finding mine in a passionate, soul-stirring kiss that makes me feel cherished and adored.

We move together, our bodies fitting perfectly, our rhythm unhurried but intense. He takes me to the bedroom, our kisses growing more fervent, more desperate. The anticipation builds with every step, every touch, until he finally lays me down on the bed.

He hovers over me, his eyes locked on to mine, filled with so much love and desire that it takes my breath away. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

I reach up, cupping his face in my hands, my heart overflowing with love. I’m so lucky to have you, Kirill.”

As he enters me, I gasp, the sensation overwhelming and perfect. He moves slowly, savoring every moment, every inch. Our breaths mingle, our bodies moving as one, and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

His touch is electrifying, his hands tracing the curves of my body with a tenderness that has me quivering. His fingers brush lightly against my skin, trailing down my sides, over my hips, and finally resting on my thighs. He grips me gently, anchoring us together as he begins to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate.

I can feel every inch of his hard cock, the way he fills me completely, and it’s intoxicating. His eyes lock on to mine, and the intensity of his gaze makes my heart race. I can see the love and desire in his eyes, a mirror of my own.

“Violet,” he whispers, his voice a low, husky murmur that sends a thrill through me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His hands move to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, tantalizing circles. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I arch into his touch, craving more.

He leans down, his lips trailing along my neck, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake. I can feel his breath hot against my skin, each exhale a whisper of desire that makes my pulse quicken. He kisses his way down to my collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin, and I shudder with pleasure.

His movements are unhurried, deliberate. He savors every moment, every inch of me, and it feels like he’s imprinting himself on my very soul. He shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I gasp at the new, deeper sensation. It’s almost too much, the pleasure building inside me like a rising tide.

“Kirill,” I moan, my hands clutching at his shoulders, needing to anchor myself to him. “Please….”

He smiles against my skin, a slow, knowing smile that sends another shiver through me. “So good beneath me, hmm?”

He moves one hand between us, his fingers finding my sensitive clit. He strokes me gently, his touch light and teasing, and I cry out at the sensation. The pleasure is overwhelming, a blinding, all-consuming force that leaves me breathless.

He kisses me again, his lips claiming mine with a possessive hunger that makes my heart race. Our tongues tangle together, the kiss deepening as the pleasure builds between us. I can feel the tension coiling inside me, a tight, hot knot that’s ready to snap.

“Violet,” he whispers against my lips, his voice strained with need. “Let go, love. Come for me.”

His words are my undoing. I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. Pleasure washes over me in waves, each one more intense than the last, and I cling to him, riding out the storm. He follows me over the edge, his own release hitting him with a powerful force that leaves him trembling.

We collapse together, our bodies still entwined, our breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. He holds me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and I feel a sense of completeness, of rightness, that I’ve never felt before.

He kisses me again, a slow, lingering thing against my swollen lips. As we lie there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, I know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, we’ll face them together. Our love is strong, unbreakable, and with Kirill by my side, I know we can overcome anything.

We stay like that for a while, savoring the closeness, the intimacy of the moment. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, his touch a soothing comfort that makes me feel safe and loved. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and I know that this is where I belong.

I close my eyes, a contented sigh escaping my lips. Everything feels perfect. The future may be uncertain, but with Kirill by my side, I know we can face anything. Together, we’ll build the life we’ve always dreamed of, a life filled with love, happiness, and a family of our own.

As we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, I feel a sense of peace and contentment that I’ve never known before. Kirill is my rock, my protector, and my soulmate, and with him, I know that anything is possible.