Chapter Twenty-Six
Following the incident that had almost claimed the life of my wife and unborn child, I moved her from the compound to a secure location upstate. It was a penthouse designed for maximum protection and isolation from external threats.
The bastards responsible for the attack on my mansion had been killed, and everyone involved in it was tracked down by my most efficient men. It was an inside job, and the traitors had been fished out and executed publicly for all to see.
Although the chaos had ended and the mansion was safe again, I thought it was better to keep my wife here with me for the time being. She’d seen too much death and destruction already, and all I wanted was for her to get away from all that madness.
She needed time to rest.
I’d called my personal doctor to come over and examine her so I’d be sure she and the baby were truly okay. It turned out they were in good shape. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
I was standing on the balcony that night, watching the cold and distant stars, when she joined me silently.
“Hey,” she called softly.
“Hey.” I glanced back at her, a small grin tugging at my lips. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”
“Apparently, I can’t do that without you by my side.” She placed her hands on my shoulders, her fingers massaging my flesh.
“Oh, my God, that feels so good.” I rolled my head, letting out a quiet, satisfied groan.
“I’m glad you like it,” she whispered in my ear, still working her magic on my shoulders.
“Where’d you learn to massage like that?” I asked her, basking in the feeling coursing through me.
“Let’s just say I have a husband who happens to be my personal masseur.”
I turned around, drinking in the sight of her in that see-through nightgown. “You referred to me as your husband?”
She threw her arms around my neck, her smile broadening. “You are my husband, are you not?”
I paused, remembering the words she’d spoken to me on the rooftop months ago. “One you’ve vowed never to love.”
“Well, technically, I didn’t explicitly say that.”
“It was implied.”
“That was months ago, Rodion,” she cut me off, staring into my eyes. “Things have changed… My feelings have changed.”
My heart skipped a beat, my brows knitting together in confusion. “What do you mean?”
She swallowed. “I don’t hate you anymore—if I’m being honest, I never did.” A pause. “I didn’t mean what I said on that rooftop. I was hurting, and I wanted you to feel even a fraction of the pain I felt.”
“Oh, I felt it, all right.”
She laughed, and her eyes sparkled with mirth. “It sucked, didn’t it?”
“It sure did.” I chuckled.
A moment of silence.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice dripping with sincerity.
“For what?”
“For always being there for me in times of trouble,” she answered. “You saved me that night in the alley, and I never really appreciated you for that.” She mirrored my face, her gaze dropping to my lips. “Allow me to specially thank you for being my protector and guardian angel.”
The sound of her low whisper sent shivers down my spine. And when her lips grazed against mine, my cock twitched in my pants.
She kissed me fervently as her hands traversed my bare torso. “Can you make love to me, please?” she breathed. “I want you badly right now.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I reclaimed her lips, cupping her face in my palms. Our kiss deepened as we walked back into the room, driven by sheer passion. She tore her lips from mine and took two steps back, then slowly began undressing herself.
I watched her slide her hand under the thin straps of her nightgown—one after the other. My heart skipped a beat when the fabric slid off her skin, revealing her naked body.
Even with the swollen belly, she looked beautiful and enticing.
“Gorgeous,” I said, already taking off my pants.
Her cheeks flushed at my remark. “You really think so?”
“I know so.”
Stark naked, I closed the distance between us and carried her to the bed. There, I laid her on her back and began kissing the nape of her neck, moving down to her chest.
“You have such an amazing body,” I whispered, caressing her curves and contours. “I could worship it all day.”
She writhed slowly beneath me, her fingers wrapping around my hard cock. “You’re so hard.”
“And you’re so beautiful.” I kissed her lips, shoving my tongue into her mouth.
“Thank you.” She moaned, stroking my length as our heads moved to the rhythm of the passion flowing between us.
After I left her lips, I settled on her breasts, sucking them one after the other.
“Yes, Daddy, that feels so good.” She tipped her head, her soft purrs fanning the flames of my desire.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I confessed, staring into her eyes while fondling her breasts.
“I’ve missed you too, Rodion,” she whimpered. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I kissed her protruding belly before settling between her legs. She stared at me, her eyes shining with anticipation as she propped herself on her elbows.
I breathed in the smell of her, the flat of my tongue licking through her slick folds.
“Uuuhh, fuck.” She squeezed against the sheets, arching her back.
“You taste so good. Juicy.” I glanced up at her face—already twisted in pleasure.
She bit her lip, and her head fell backward as I began eating her slowly.
“Oh, my God, Rodion.” She lowered her back on the mattress, her fingers still tugging at the sheets.
While I ate, my hands settled on her protruding belly, and I began rubbing it simultaneously.
She writhed beneath me, bucking her hips and seeking deeper contact. “Yeah, just like that…” she purred, one hand in my hair. “I’ve missed your tongue on my pussy, Daddy.”
Her words fueled my passion, and I ate more ferociously.
“Oh, my fuckin’ god!” she cried out, legs shaking in the air. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I wasn’t going to.
I ate and ate and ate until my tongue was numb. Her moans grew louder, and I felt her muscles contracting beneath my palms.
I continued eating and didn’t stop until she had an orgasm. She didn’t squirt like water from a fountain. This time, the discharge was a creamy white liquid that trickled out from her warm, slippery pussy.
Her eyes rolled backward, and her grip on the sheets tightened. Her moans were strangled, her legs trembling in the air.
“Fuck, yessss,” she cried out, her whole body vibrating.
I lay sideways behind her, my protective arm wrapped around her stomach. She positioned her ass against my groin and was slowly grinding against it.
“Stick your cock in me,” she whispered, glancing back at me. “I wanna feel you deep inside.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I did exactly that.
Her eyes widened as I gently penetrated her from behind.
“Fuck, you’re stretching me out,” she moaned, her voice sweet and sexy.
My groin slapped against her ass as I plunged into her, my hands steady on her waist.
“Harder,” she whimpered. “Go harder! Fuck me like you miss me!”
A thick grunt fell off my lips as I spanked her butt cheeks while quickening my pace.
“Yes, Daddy, harder! Harder! Give it to me! I can take it—I promise, I can take it.”
I hit her with strokes so vigorous her breasts bounced around aimlessly. I spanked her ass until it turned red, all while plunging into her with deep, unrelenting thrusts.
She let out a series of loud moans—raw and undiluted. Aria didn’t hold back; she cried out in pleasure, her voice echoing off the entire penthouse.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She threw her hands in her hair. “Fuck me like you own me!”
I hit her harder and faster, and her screams filled the room—unrestrained.
“I’m yours, Daddy. I’m all yours forever!”
“You’re mine!” I quickened my pace, refusing to slow down.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m yours.”
“That’s a good girl!”
She giggled amidst throaty moans.
When my primal growl announced my arrival, she pressed her ass against my groin.
“Fill me, Daddy, I want you to fill my pussy.” Her voice was laced with desperation and urgency.
With a deep thrust and thick groan, I exploded into her pussy with my arms around her body.
“Yessss, give it to me. I want it. I want every single drop.”
I held her tightly and didn’t let go, not even after I’d emptied into her.
“Don’t pull out,” she said softly, glancing back at me with a smile. “I wanna sleep with your cock buried in my pussy.”
I kissed her arm, then her cheek, before her lips. “I love you.”
Shocked, she turned to look at me. “I love you too, Rodion Tarasov.”
She adjusted in my arms, my slack dick still deep inside her. Satisfied, we both let out a heavy sigh and remained in that position until we fell asleep.