32. Irina
32
IRINA
T hree days after Viktor brought Maxim to the mansion, I walked out of the shower just as he walked into our room.
“Oh.” I raised my brows and smiled. Then I dropped my towel. “There you are.”
He laughed, raking his gaze over me slowly. “What do you mean, here I am?” He stalked toward me, reaching for his pants as he approached. “I’ve been here all week.”
“Yes. But I’ve been talking with Lev and Oleg. Every day.”
He nodded, unzipping as he watched me cup my breasts and thumb my nipples. “Yeah.”
“And you’ve been on campus wrapping up your fake job and checking on the activity with Rurik.”
“Uh-huh.” He pushed his pants down, removing his boxers with them.
“We’ve been here together but apart,” I explained, breathing faster at the heat in his stare.
“For too long,” he agreed, stepping out of his pants as he started on his shirt.
We had both been so busy in the aftermath of rescuing Maxim. I came through on my part of telling the Baranov men all that I could. It took days to explain it all. I had pictures and videos too, everything on my phone. I took them back through all the spying I’d done for my father.
It should’ve felt like I was being a traitor, but I experienced the opposite. I felt brave. Like I was already a contributing member of the right family, a found family who happened to fail at being my rival.
Oleg welcomed me, personally thanking me for helping Eva and Lev get out of danger. All the men I spoke with who recorded and noted all that I could share showed me respect, not glares of annoyance like I was a burden or a pain in the ass to deal with.
I also spent a lot of time with Maxim. Eva and I had sat down to explain to him that his father was alive, but we altered that a bit. Boris begged us to not tell Maxim how he was conceived. He had no interest in being a father to a teen, and he felt guilty enough about it all. So, instead, Oleg posed as Maxim’s father. He would receive more protection that way, and already, Maxim deferred to the Baranov Boss so well.
They would get along, and I had a hunch that Oleg looked forward to getting to know Maxim.
It was still a big adjustment. Maxim was overwhelmed, and he’d seemed ill at first. The Baranov medical staff helped to check him out, and with ordering clothes and essentials, we invested a lot of time in just settling.
“But that was okay,” Viktor murmured as he lost his shirt. He lowered his voice to a deep, sexy rumble of a growly whisper. He fisted his dick and pumped it, teasing me with the sight of what I craved. “Because I know we’ll never be apart again.”
I smiled, opening my arms to greet him in a hug.
“Never?” I asked, needy for the confirmation that he would be mine.
“You are mine, sweetheart.” He picked me up and kissed me. “And I’m never letting you go.”
I lay on the bed after he lowered me to the mattress, but he didn’t move away. Following me down, he pressed a long, lazy trail of kisses over my sensitive skin.
“Can you be quiet?” he asked with his mouth a breath away from my nipple after he sucked on it, making a bolt of pleasure streak from my breast to my core. “We can’t wake up the whole house.”
I groaned lightly as he fingered me, making me cream even more, wet and ready for him. “But we won’t live here forever, will we?” I hated to sound ungrateful, but we’d need our own space. His penthouse would fit all three of us.
“No.” He sucked my other nipple, adding another finger into my entrance to stretch me and caress me deep inside. “We’ll leave once things are settled.”
“Settled?” I laughed once. “I don’t think I’m settling for you.”
He grinned, leaning up to crawl over me. After we kissed, grinding against each other until I worried he’d drag out this foreplay for too long, I almost begged for him to slide into me. I was young and new at this, overeager to race toward an orgasm. Under him, with his years of experience and expertise, he could show me how to be patient and wait. It felt like a punishment to wait, a disciplinary delay, but every time, he proved to me how the wait could make it all the sweeter and hotter.
“But will you marry me?” he asked, peering down at me.
His long dick nudged at my entrance. I ached for him there. My tits felt heavy and full with arousal running through my veins.
Yet, his question was what stole my breath.
“Marry you?” I asked, suspended in awe and shock that my dreams could be coming true.
“Yes. Will you”—he lined up his wide cockhead to my entrance—“marry me?” He slammed into me in one long, hard thrust. I moaned as he growled, both of us failing to stay quiet.
“Yes.” I kept my eyes closed, savoring the burn of the stretch.
“Sweetheart?” He waited to move, keeping his long thickness wedged in me. “Look at me. Open your eyes.”
I did, gazing up at him and wincing at the need for him to move.
He lowered his hand to rub at my clit, smiling wickedly and slowly. “Will you marry me?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I repeated. Reaching up for him, I urged him to lower so I could kiss him.
He bent, laying his hot lips on mine as he rocked into me. Steadily, smoothly, and without any indication that he’d ever want to stop.
“I’ll get you a ring,” he said between panted breaths.
“I don’t care. I just want you.”
“I’ll give you a baby.”
I kissed him harder, turned on by the thought of starting my own family with him after never having one before.
“I’ll give you everything you want, sweetheart, so long as you always surrender your heart to me.”
My pussy clenched as the first waves of my orgasm hit me. “You already have it. You already have me.”
“Then take me,” he growled, coming with me after another couple of deep and fast thrusts. “Because I will never stop loving you.”
“Yes.” More incoherent sounds and words left my lips as we both reached the pinnacle of pleasure and crashed. The scent of sex hung in the air, and as we slowed down, breathing so hard, our cum mixed on the sheets and glued us together.
After we came down from the high, lying together and nearly dozing off, I looked into his eyes and smiled sleepily. “I love you, Viktor Baranov.”
“And I love you, Irina.” He pulled me in for a long, tender kiss, squeezing my ass. “I can’t wait for you to be a Baranov too.”
Me neither.
I didn’t have to worry about killing my father anymore. Now that Maxim was safe with his real father and assuming a powerful one, no one could hurt him. There was no need to look back at all the bad times I’d suffered at the hands of my father. All I had to do now was look forward to the future, which would be so bright and full.
I’d found my family at last.