Chapter 22
Mariya
I sat at the edge of my bed to watch Rurik carry both of the pregnancy tests in his hands as he paced the length of the bedroom. I almost began to fondle my breasts at the thought of doing another breeding season in the basement. That milking machine was as pleasurable as it was torturous, but it did a damn good job of draining my udd—breasts. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't pregnant.
“Why is it taking so long?”
he asked the ceiling.
“Come and sit down. You're making me feel dizzy,”
I said, patting the bed.
He glanced at me forlornly before dragging his feet to the bed, and his head snapped up.
“Isn't dizziness a sign of pregnancy?”
“I didn't feel dizzy with the twins,”
I said with a smile as he sat down. His dramatics were getting out of hand.
“Every pregnancy is different,”
he grunted.
“You need to lay off the books,”
I muttered before climbing onto his lap and clinging to him like a spider monkey.
He dropped the tests on the bed to cup my ass. “On the plus side, if the test is positive, I can invade your ass.”
“I would like to keep that orifice of mine intact,”
I said with a frown.
“I will go slowly,”
he said, trailing his hand down my back. “Get you hooked up to the milking machine, and you will be begging me for it.”
I gasped, but when I pulled back, he was grinning at me. He pulled my vest top off over my head and tossed it in the air somewhere. I didn't get a chance to say or do anything before his lips wrapped around my nipple. I closed my eyes at the instant tightening inside me—the anticipation.
“These beauties will belong to me in a week,”
he murmured kissing my breasts. His usual clean-shaven face had a stubble that prickled against my breasts.
“I guess I own that massive dick you haul around with you then,”
I said dryly, but it didn't stop me from rubbing myself on said dick.
“It’s all yours,”
he said, pulling my left hand towards his mouth to kiss it. “Every last drop.”
“Ugh, you are such a dirty bastard,”
I groaned.
“I know you love it,”
he said with a smile. “You will love our honeymoon even more.”
“It will be a vacation,”
I said dreamily. “But I’ll miss the twins.”
“As will I, but we need this little getaway,”
he said before capturing my other nipple in his mouth.
He always made sure he was even on both sides when he drank from me. I nudged his shoulder when I caught a glimpse of the white and blue stick on the bed.
“The tests,”
I said when he glanced at me.
“Fuck,”
he said before he nearly knocked me off his lap, trying to reach the tests.
I glanced down, but I knew what the results would be. The psycho I currently sat on ensured everything was in his favour.
“I’m pregnant,”
I said while his eyes were still glued to the plastic sticks, and I heard his gulp.
“I’m going to be a father again,”
he said in awe as he continued to look at the tests.
It boggled my mind to consider that seven weeks ago, I was a single mother who’d mapped out her entire life around the twins. He finally looked at me, and my heart melted. His eyes were soft but creased at the sides from his bright smile, reminding me of Alexei. It was pure happiness and—love.
“You're a wonderful father, Rurik,”
I said, pushing him back onto the bed.
“I hope to make an excellent husband,”
he said, stuffing the tests into the pocket of his shorts before he held my ass and started feasting on my breasts.
Only time would tell what kind of a husband he would become.
***
I stood outside Rurik’s study because of the manner in which Rurik and Artyom were talking. I didn't understand a single word of the fast Russian exchange, but the tone was so serious that it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. When Rurik’s voice tapered off, I was about to knock on the door, but he sighed and said something to Artyom quietly, who replied in the same manner.
Artyom was, in general, the quieter of the trio, but he was stressed about something. The problem was that Artyom was the head of security, and I couldn't help but worry about whether there was a danger to us or our children. I lifted my hand and knocked on the door when their conversation ended.
When I entered the room, the tension was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. Artyom rapidly fired off a spate of Russian with his hand waving toward me. Rurik instantly snapped back at him angrily, but whatever he said, it was final.
“Da,”
Artyom said grimly before giving me a tight smile and strode past me. That word I knew, it was yes.
“Is everything okay?”
I asked Rurik, who stood up from behind his desk, to approach me.
“Yes—”
“I’m going to stop you right there,”
I said, raising my hand. “We get married in a few days, and I don't intend to keep any secrets from you. You knew almost everything about me, and I explained my family situation to you. If there is anything that will impact us as a family, I should know.”
He looked weary and rolled his head to loosen his muscles.
“You’d better sit down for this,” he said.
I was not expecting him to tell me that after our honeymoon, he would meet a deadly Bratva boss who kidnapped his hacker friend. He explained the additional security measures for us and that Artyom had been trying to talk him out of it.
I eventually went around to sit on his lap. He was a good man, friend, and father—one I would happily support. He held onto me as we silently sat in his study. It didn't last very long when he hardened beneath me.
The man just couldn't help himself.