Captured by the Bratva (Sharov Bratva #3)

Epilogue - Kirill

I return home from a long day at work, the weight of my responsibilities still lingering on my shoulders. But as I step through the door, the familiar scent of home wraps around me, a comforting balm that instantly eases the tension in my muscles.

It’s been three years since Violet and I started this journey together, and every day has only solidified the bond between us. She’s my wife, the mother of my child, and the love of my life. I never imagined I could feel this way, but she’s changed everything.

I make my way to the kitchen, where I find her, my beautiful wife, standing at the counter, humming softly as she prepares something to eat. Her dark hair is pulled back in a loose bun, and she’s wearing one of my old shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The sight of her, so natural and at ease, makes my heart swell with love and pride.

Quietly, I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Hey, beautiful,” I murmur into her ear, my voice low and affectionate.

She jumps slightly but then relaxes into my embrace, a smile spreading across her face. “Hey, you,” she replies, her voice filled with warmth. “You’re home early.”

I press a kiss to her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. “I couldn’t stay away any longer,” I whisper, my hands wandering up to rest on her stomach. “What are you making?”

“Just something simple,” she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“I’m always hungry for you,” I flirt, my lips brushing against her ear.

She laughs softly, a sound that never fails to make me smile. “You’re insatiable, Kirill.”

“You love it,” I retort, giving her a playful squeeze.

I let my hands roam a bit, feeling the familiar curves of her body. She’s filled out a little more since having our child, and I find her even more beautiful than before. My hand slips down to her ass, and I give it a playful slap.

“Kirill!” she exclaims, turning around in my arms to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, but there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I chuckle, pulling her even closer. “What? I can’t help it. You’re irresistible.”

She rolls her eyes but can’t hide her smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love that too,” I say again, grinning as she leans up to kiss me.

The kiss is slow and tender. She tastes of honey and strawberries, a pre-dinner snack maybe. When we finally pull apart, she rests her forehead against mine, her eyes closed.

“I missed you today,” she whispers.

“I missed you too,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Every second.”

She steps back and swats my ass playfully, making me laugh. “Go sit down. Dinner will be ready soon.”

I give her a mock salute, still chuckling as I head to the living room. “Yes, ma’am.”

As I settle onto the couch, I think about how much my life has changed. Three years ago, I was a man hardened by the world, closed off and determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. Violet broke through those walls, and now, I can’t imagine my life without her.

She joins me a few minutes later, carrying with her the scent of her sweet perfume. “Ten more minutes, then we eat,” she says brightly.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. This is what I fought for, what I’ll continue to fight for. Our love, our family, our future.

The sound of little footsteps padding across the floor reaches my ears, followed by a small, excited voice. “Mama! Papa!”

I turn my head and see our son, Lev, standing in the doorway, his wide eyes filled with excitement. At three years old, he’s the spitting image of Violet, with her expressive eyes and freckled skin. He’s a bundle of energy and joy, and seeing him never fails to brighten my day.

“Hey, buddy!” I call out, opening my arms. “Come here.”

Lev runs towards me, his little legs pumping with determination. I scoop him up in my arms, holding him close. He giggles, wrapping his small arms around my neck, and I feel my heart swell with love.

“Did you have fun today?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Yes, Papa! I played with blocks and made a big tower!” he exclaims, his eyes shining with pride.

I chuckle, giving him a squeeze. “That sounds amazing. You’re getting so good at building things. Maybe you’ll be an architect someday?”

Violet watches us with a soft smile on her face, her eyes filled with love. She’s an incredible mother, patient and nurturing, and I’m constantly in awe of how she balances everything. Together with Joe, she manages the company with a level of skill and dedication that leaves me speechless.

Yet, she always has time for our son, always has love to give.

“Come here, Lev,” Violet says, reaching out her arms.

I hand Lev over to her, and she cradles him gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Did you show Papa your tower?” she asks, her voice warm and soothing.

Lev nods enthusiastically. “Yes, Mama! Papa said I’m good at building.”

“You are, sweetheart,” she agrees, smiling down at him. “You’re very talented.”

I watch them, feeling a deep sense of contentment. This is my family, my everything. I never imagined I could have something so precious, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect it.

Violet smiles at me, her eyes twinkling. “You go ahead. I’ll plate up our dinner.”

I give her a grateful nod and carry Lev to his room. He always eats first, since late nights mean late dinner.

We settle onto his bed, and I pull out one of his favorite books. As I read, his eyes grow heavy, and he snuggles closer to me, his little body relaxing against mine.

By the time I finish the story, Lev is fast asleep, his breathing soft and steady. I gently lay him down and pull the covers over him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Sweet dreams, buddy,” I whisper.

I quietly leave his room and return to the living room, where Violet is waiting. She looks up as I enter, a contented smile on her face. “Is he asleep?” she asks softly.

I nod, wrapping my arms around her. “Out like a light.”

She leans into me, resting her head on my chest. “Oh good. Thanks.”

I hold her close, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine. “I should be the one thanking you, Violet. You’ve given me everything I never knew I needed.”

We stand there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the love we share filling the room. I think about the journey we’ve been on, the challenges we’ve faced, and the future we’re building together. It hasn’t always been easy, but it’s been worth every moment.

“I love you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with the same love and determination that I see every day. “I love you too.”

I hold Violet close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. As we stand there, the thought of our family and the future we’re building fills me with a deep sense of contentment and longing. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and whisper, “You know, I’ve been thinking….”

She looks up at me, curiosity in her eyes. “Thinking about what?”

“I want another kid,” I say, my voice soft but filled with conviction.

Violet’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, and then a smile spreads across her face. “Another one, huh? Are you sure you can handle another bundle of energy running around?”

I chuckle, nodding. “Absolutely. Lev needs a sibling, and I can’t think of a better way to make our family complete.”

She laughs softly, the sound like music to my ears. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see what we can do about that.”

I grin, my heart swelling with love and anticipation. “We’ll make it happen.”

I glance towards the door and then back at Violet. “You know, I think it’s time for the nanny to go home early tonight. Lev’s asleep, and we deserve a little alone time.”

She raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Are you sure?”

I wink at her, stepping away to call the nanny from the other room. “Maria, you can take the night off. Lev’s already asleep, and we’ve got everything under control here.”

Maria appears, her face lighting up with gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Sharov. Have a good night.”

“You too, Maria,” I say, watching as she gathers her things and heads towards the door. Once she’s gone, I turn back to Violet, a playful glint in my eye.

“Now, where were we?” I ask, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her again.

Violet smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling. “I think you were about to take me to the bedroom.”

“Right,” I say, my voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

I take her hand and lead her down the hall to our bedroom, our laughter echoing softly through the house. The anticipation builds with each step.

When we reach the bedroom, I gently push the door open and guide Violet inside. The room is softly lit by the glow of the bedside lamps, casting a warm, inviting light over everything. I close the door behind us, the click of the latch sealing us in our private world.

I turn to her, my eyes taking in every detail of her. Her hair is slightly tousled, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. She looks up at me and it makes my heart race.

“Come here,” I say softly, reaching out to pull her close.

She steps into my arms, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I kiss her deeply, pouring all my love and longing into the kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, parting eagerly to welcome me. Our tongues dance together.

I run my hands down her back, feeling the soft fabric of her shirt under my fingers. I tug at the hem, pulling it up and over her head. She lifts her arms to help, and I toss the shirt aside, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my voice husky with desire.

Violet smiles, her hands reaching for my shirt. She unbuttons it slowly, her fingers brushing against my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When she has it undone, she pushes it off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor.

I lean down to kiss her neck, my lips trailing along her collarbone and down to her shoulder. She tilts her head back, giving me better access, and I take full advantage, kissing and nibbling my way down to her breasts.

I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Her breasts are full and inviting, and I take one in my hand, brushing my thumb over the sensitive peak. She gasps, her back arching, and I capture the other nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

Her hands are on me, exploring my chest, my shoulders, and then moving lower. She unbuttons my pants, pushing them down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, and I grin when Violet moans.

I lay her down gently, taking a moment to admire the way she looks sprawled out on our bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her skin glowing in the soft light. I slide her pants and panties off, leaving her completely bare to me.

I climb onto the bed, positioning myself above her. I kiss my way down her body, from her neck to her breasts, her stomach, and then lower. I can feel her trembling under me, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

When I reach her core, I spread her legs gently, kissing the inside of her thighs. She moans softly, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. I take my time, savoring every moment, every taste, as I tease her with my tongue.

“Kirill, please,” she whispers, her voice breathless with need.

I smile against her skin, finally giving her what she wants. I flick my tongue over her clit, and she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets. I work her slowly at first, building her pleasure, then faster, driving her towards the edge.

When she finally falls over, her body shuddering with the force of her climax, I move back up to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She clings to me, her body still trembling, her eyes dark with desire.

“I need you,” she whispers, her voice raw with longing.

I position myself above her, my tip brushing against her entrance. I slide into her slowly, savoring the way she feels around me, the way her body welcomes me home. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I start to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing us closer, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through us. I kiss her deeply, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling. Her hands are on my back, her nails digging into my skin, and I welcome the sensation, the connection it brings.

I can feel her building again, her body tightening around me, her breaths coming faster. I increase my pace, driving us both towards the edge. The pleasure is almost too much, a blinding, all-consuming force that leaves us both gasping.

“Kirill,” she cries out, her body arching beneath me as she falls over the edge.

Her climax triggers my own, and I follow her into the abyss, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I collapse on top of her, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in unison.

We lie there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I roll off her, pulling her close, and she rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“Do you think we woke Lev?” she asks, a hint of worry in her voice, but her smile betrays her.

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “That kid sleeps like a log. A tornado wouldn’t wake him up.”

She laughs softly, the sound like music to my ears. “He does take after you in that way. Once you’re out, nothing can wake you.”

I smirk, giving her a playful nudge. “Hey, I’m always on alert. Just ask Dimitri.”

She rolls her eyes, a smile playing at her lips. “Sure you are, tough guy.”

We lie in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying the peace and closeness. I run my fingers through her hair, marveling at how something so simple can feel so intimate, so grounding.

“I’m serious about wanting another one, you know,” I say softly, my hand resting on her stomach. “Lev needs a sibling. I wouldn’t mind a little more chaos around here.”

Violet looks up at me, her eyes filled with love. “I know you are. I wouldn’t mind another. Oh, maybe twins!”

I smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Well, I wouldn’t be disappointed if we had twins….”

She snuggles closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine. “Do you think Lev will be excited to be a big brother?”

I chuckle, imagining our little boy’s reaction. “He’ll probably be more interested in showing the new baby his toy collection than anything else. Yeah, I think he’ll love it.”

Violet laughs softly, the sound like a gentle breeze. “I can see it now. Lev teaching his little brother or sister how to build the best block towers.”

“Or how to sneak cookies from the kitchen when we’re not looking,” I add, grinning.

“Oh, definitely,” she agrees, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “We’re going to have our hands full.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say, my voice filled with sincerity. “This is exactly what I’ve always wanted, Violet. A family with you.”

She looks up at me, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. “You’ve made me so happy, Kirill. I never imagined I could have this.”

I kiss her deeply, pouring all my love and gratitude into the kiss. When we finally pull apart, we’re both smiling, our hearts full.

“We should probably get some sleep,” she says, resting her head on my chest again. “We have a busy day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agree, though I’m reluctant to let go of this moment. “I’m not letting go of you just yet.”

As we settle into the comfort of our bed, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Our life is far from perfect, but it’s ours, and it’s filled with love and laughter.

Just as I’m drifting off to sleep, Violet whispers, “Good night, Kirill.”

“Good night, Malyshka.”

*****

THE END