Chapter Thirty
ONE MONTH LATER
I ’d been truthful when I said I wouldn’t go behind his back and take any more birth control pills.
Kingston had watched me destroy the pills, and what should’ve been just another sign of my subservience, it felt right.
In fact, I knew it was, because I had made a vow to him.
I’d bear him a son, then everything else would take care of itself afterward.
The hardest part was actually getting pregnant.
Trying was as much fun as it had always been, but after taking multiple tests each week, there were no positive ones to speak of.
Granted, we’d only been trying for about a month, but I had stupidly thought I would get knocked up the moment I’d come off the pills.
I sighed as I turned over another negative test, then threw it and its wrapper into the garbage can.
I then washed my hands and stepped back into the bedroom.
Kingston had been up most of the night, and my sore thighs reminded me of why.
Because he had gotten little sleep, I made sure to be quiet a few minutes ago when I had gotten up so he could get some more sleep in.
I returned to the bed and sat down on the edge.
There was a certain pressure because Cillian seemed amenable to at least considering their grandfather’s archaic demands.
Or at least Kingston seemed to think so.
While he had been the only one to marry so far, if Cillian managed to get someone else pregnant and it were a son, he could easily tie the knot, which would push Kingston out of the Brannington Empire, as he liked to call it.
Women were much different. I was simply supposed to look pretty until I found a suitable or, in my father’s case, a useful husband in which to marry and have their children.
The Kotov blood would live on, and I would be relegated from daughter of the family to wife of the family, all while nothing ever really changed.
Perhaps that had been another reason I had wanted to come back to America.
Sure, I had been on the run from Aram, but I could’ve gone anywhere on the globe and had chosen this place.
Other than the tragic incident with Princeton, I’d actually enjoyed my time in New York, even if it had been just a secluded mountain hideaway.
“You seem lost in thought, puisín,” I heard, and I glanced over my shoulder at my husband.
“It was another negative test,” I told him.
I saw his expression change briefly until he wiped it all away.
Kingston sat upright, then drew me back into his arms. As they wrapped around me, I closed my eyes.
For as adversarial as we often were, there were times like this when he would abandon his usual King-ness and be the man, and husband, I needed.
I shivered slightly as he brushed some of my hair off to one side, then brought his lips to my bared skin.
His mouth was warm, but his breath cold, and I felt the goosebumps rise on my flesh.
His tongue lapped at a small portion of my neck where it met my shoulder, and it was a place I’d quickly learned made me hot.
“Kingston,” I murmured, then yelped as he dug his teeth into the same spot. “Fuck!”
He nipped at my flesh, even tugging once or twice on it before he raised his head. “This is just another setback, but not one we can’t handle. It just means we might need to practice more.”
“P-practice more?” I sputtered in amusement. “If we fucked any more than we already do, then we’d never leave this bed.”
“I fail to see the problem there,” he said as he began to bite his way across my shoulder, drawing yet another tremor from me. “Being balls deep inside of you is my favorite place to be.”
“Are you ever not horny?” I asked him with all sincerity.
“Never,” he said before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
“If you keep doing that, we’re going to be late.”
“Again, I see no problem with that.”
“Fuck me,” I said to him, then squealed slightly when he quickly lowered me to the bed and covered me with his body.
I hadn’t felt the need to put on any clothes when I had taken the quick test, and he always slept in the nude.
With nothing to remove or even move to the side, Kingston was easily able to spread my legs before settling between them.
I could feel the pierced head as it nudged against my core, and the ache to feel him inside of me intensified.
“Look at me, puisín,” he instructed. The moment I did, he thrust into me and cursed. “Even after all this damn time, your pussy makes me work so hard to fuck it. And I can see it in your eyes?—”
“S-see what?” I asked breathlessly.
“The pain as I split you open night after fucking night. That expression of yours as your pussy stretches around my cock is going to be my undoing.”
“King—”
All words were stopped the moment he pulled out, then slammed back inside, filling me with one thrust. Never one to waste time when not toying with me, he pulled back out and slammed forward again. I kept my legs spread as wide apart as I could as he fucked me.
Usually, I focused more on his face, but this time I was drawn to what was happening between my legs.
While he’d always been quite large, everything seemed to hurt more now than it normally did.
Despite the pain, it also felt damn good, and as he gripped my hips and I felt a new pain as his fingers dug into my flesh, I brought my head fully back to the bed.
“Your pussy is so fucking good...It’s so damn tight I have to fight to fill you up...And it’s so damn hot it’s scorching my skin...And don’t get me started on how wet it is. You’re always ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I cried out, then moaned when he hit a spot deep inside of me.
As if he sensed what he’d just done, he spent the next several thrusts hammering that same spot over and over.
My mouth opened in a silent scream, and seconds later, I came for what I knew would be the first of many orgasms to come.
“That’s it. Come all over my dick,” he urged me.
My entire body shook from the force of it, and he never let up. It didn’t take long for a second to sneak up on me. I looked at him with pleading eyes, and he smirked. He wanted me to say it...To beg...
“Please come with me, Kingston. I want to feel your cum drip out of me and down my legs.”
“That’s my filthy whore. Take it all,” he said moments before slamming into me a final time.
As I came, he climaxed as well. I stared at him the best that I could, although my vision was a bit blurry.
I’d like to think it was from just sex, but I’d been dealing with a bit of lightheadedness in recent days.
It had been nothing I couldn’t handle, though.
And it didn’t seem to be any cause of concern, either.
After he came, he started to move inside of me once more. It didn’t take long for him to get hard all over again, not that he ever truly lost that particular state to begin with. I stared at his face as a pained expression filled it, and I knew he was fighting back another orgasm.
Seeing how transparent he was when we were like this more than made up for all the other times when he was completely unreadable.
Maybe sex was the only place he felt he could be himself with me.
Whatever it was, he fucked me hard and fast until I let go again, and once more, he followed my orgasm with one of his own.
Finally, he pulled out of me, and I felt the slow drip of our combined release as it seeped from me like a leaky faucet. Kingston caught it and swiped two fingers through the wetness, then brought those long digits to my mouth and thrust them between my lips.
I sucked every drop off them, loving the taste of our combined fluids.
Never had I ever been shy in taking what I’d wanted and liking what I liked.
While other girls might play coy, I was over silly games like that.
There wasn’t much between Kingston and I, or at least there hadn’t always been, but we did have healthy appetites for sex.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out, although three small ones lingered on my tongue.
How I ached to tell him that I had somehow fallen in love with him.
There was no telling how he would react to such an admission, so I kept it hidden deep inside.
One night, I would finally be able to express myself, but as he moved off me and the bed and strode to the bathroom, I knew it wouldn’t be now.
We both took separate showers, and as I exited the bathroom after mine, he was already dressed with his keys in his hands.
“I shouldn’t be long,” I said to him as I walked to the closet we shared.
“Cillian isn’t going to be able to make it.
I bet his ass is hungover again. It’ll be just my grandfather and me, and we both know how he feels about you. ”
I rolled my eyes and didn’t even bother hiding my disgust. Ronan Brannington would prefer the company of almost anyone to mine. I understood that he was still pissed off about everything that had happened with Princeton. Would he ever be able to forgive me?
So far, that hadn’t been the case, so I shrugged. “Fine. I’m going to the gym to do yoga. After, I might hit Times Square to do some shopping. Will I see you later?”
“Sure,” he said to me before leaving.
I waited until I heard the front door close, and I flopped down on the bed.
I didn’t understand why I seemed so bummed to be left behind because I should’ve been relieved.
I was not, though. I did have plans of my own, however, so I quickly got dressed and grabbed a bottled water before heading outside.
Eli was there as usual. At least it wasn’t Nolan.
An hour later, I had not only gotten to the gym, but I had completed an entire session of hot yoga.
Throughout it, I felt dizzier than usual, but I had been under a lot of stress lately.
It was hard trying to conceive and balance a perfect harmony between love and hate.
This relationship, while the deepest I had ever been in, was also the most exhausting.
Mafia men are never easy.
And Kingston was proof of that. I waited for the other women to leave the floor before I picked up my mat.
As I did, I was wracked with a god awful pain in my abdomen.
I quickly clutched it to ward off the pain, but another contraction of sorts struck me.
The dizziness from earlier chose that moment to return with a vengeance, and I nearly toppled over as I lost my balance.
I was already sweaty from the yoga itself, but I felt another layer of perspiration building on my skin. My water bottle was just over on the bench, so I tried to stagger over to it, but another pain struck me, and I groaned out in discomfort.
“Ekaterina. Are you okay?” I heard.
I looked over at the instructor who had returned and went to nod.
As I did, I barely got my head partially up when I crumpled to my knees on the floor.
My face hit the mat, and I heard several voices, including one asking for an ambulance.
I wanted to tell them all that I was fine, but as I opened my mouth to speak, everything went dark around me.