Epilogue
Jemma
Six months later, I'm sitting in Konstantin's office in the penthouse, supposedly studying for my licensing exam, but really just staring at my stomach.
Five months pregnant. A small, undeniable bump that Konstantin can't stop touching.
The door opens and he walks in, still in his suit from whatever meeting he just finished. His eyes immediately go to where my hand rests on my belly.
"Studying?" he asks.
"Trying to. The baby keeps distracting me."
He crosses the room, kneels in front of my chair, and places both hands on my stomach. "How is she today?"
"She? We don't know the gender yet."
"It's a girl. I know it."
"Your mother says it's a boy."
"My mother is wrong." He leans forward and presses a kiss to my bump. "Aren't you, little one? You're going to be a girl who looks just like your mama."
I run my fingers through his hair. "How was your meeting?"
"Productive. Boring. I wanted to be here with you."
"You've been working from home a lot."
"Because you're here." He looks up at me. "I like being close to you. Knowing you're safe."
"I'm safe in our home. You don't need to hover."
"I'm not hovering. I'm being attentive."
"You checked on me four times today."
"Because I love you." He stands, pulls me up and into his arms. "And you're carrying my child. I'm allowed to be attentive."
"You're allowed to be obsessive, apparently."
"You knew what you were signing up for."
We got married shortly after Orthodox Christmas. Small ceremony, just family. His mother cried the entire time. Dimitri made terrible jokes. I wore white even though Konstantin had already claimed every part of me.
Now I live in his penthouse. I'm finishing my degree online. I'm pregnant with his baby. I'm completely, utterly his.
And I've never been happier.
"How's studying going?" he asks, his hands sliding down to cup my ass.
"It was going fine until you walked in."
"Want me to leave?"
"No." I pull him down for a kiss. "I want you to take me to bed."
His eyes darken. "Your wish is my command, Mrs. Volkov."
He carries me to our bedroom and lays me gently on the bed.
"I love that you're pregnant," he murmurs, stripping off my clothes carefully. His hands linger on my bump, reverent and possessive. "Love seeing my baby growing inside you. Love knowing everyone who sees you knows you're mine."
"Everyone knew I was yours before the pregnancy."
"But now it's undeniable." He strips off his own clothes, revealing his thick cock already hard for me. "Now you're marked. Claimed. Bred. You're walking around with my baby in your belly, and everyone knows what that means."
"What does it mean?" I ask breathlessly.
"That I fucked you. Filled you. Got you pregnant exactly like I promised that first night." His hands slide over my fuller breasts, thumbs circling my sensitive nipples. "That this body is mine. Has always been mine. Will always be mine."
I shiver at his words. He's been obsessed with the breeding kink since that first night, but now that I'm actually pregnant? He's insatiable.
"Are you sure it's safe?" I ask as he settles between my thighs.
"I've asked the doctor multiple times. She assured me that as long as you're comfortable, we can continue having sex throughout your pregnancy." He runs his hands over my thighs, spreading them wider. "Tell me if anything hurts or feels wrong."
"It won't. I need you."
He runs the head of his cock through my folds. I'm already soaked—pregnancy has made me perpetually horny, and Konstantin loves taking advantage of it.
"Look at how wet you are," he murmurs appreciatively. "Your pregnant pussy is always ready for me, isn't it?" He pushes inside slowly, watching my face carefully for any sign of discomfort. The angle is different with my bump, but he knows exactly how to make it work now.
"Fuck," he groans as he bottoms out. "You feel different. Tighter somehow. Hotter. Wetter."
"It's the pregnancy. Everything is more sensitive."
"I know. I can tell." He starts moving, slow and careful. His cock drags against my inner walls with delicious friction. "Does this feel good?"
"So good. Deeper, please."
He adjusts the angle, hitching my legs higher on his hips. The new position lets him sink even deeper.
"That's it. Take all of me. Take your husband's cock while you're pregnant with his baby."
One hand braces beside my head. The other slides between us to find my clit. I'm so sensitive that just a few circles of his thumb has me gasping.
"You're so fucking sexy like this," he breathes. "Your tits are fuller, your body is softer, and you're glowing. You're perfect. My perfect wife. Pregnant with my baby."
"Konstantin—I'm close—"
"Already? Fuck, pregnancy has made you so responsive." He picks up the pace slightly, still careful but more purposeful. "You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you? Show me how much you love being bred."
I reach down, my fingers finding my swollen clit. The combination of his thick cock filling me and my own touch has me climbing fast.
"That's my good girl. Show me. Show me how much you love this. Love being mine. Love carrying my baby."
"I love it," I moan. "Love everything about it. Love you. Love being yours. Love this baby."
"Come for me. Now."
I fall apart with a cry, my body trembling with the intensity of it. My pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him.
"Fuck, Jemma—" He thrusts twice more and then buries himself deep, groaning as he fills me. Even though I'm already pregnant, he still grinds his hips, making sure every drop stays deep. Old habits.
When we're both boneless and sated, he pulls out carefully and immediately cups his hand over my pussy, keeping his cum inside.
"Still doing that?" I ask, breathless and smiling.
"Always. Can't help it." He grins, shameless. "You're pregnant with my baby but my instincts still say: keep the cum inside her."
"Obsessive."
"You love it."
"I do," I admit. "I love all of it. The obsession. The possession. The fact that you can't keep your hands off me even though I'm already pregnant."
He shifts us carefully so we're lying on our sides, his body curved protectively around mine. One hand rests on my bump while the other plays with my hair.
"I love you," he murmurs. "So fucking much. You and our baby."
"Our baby," I repeat softly, covering his hand with mine. "I still can't believe this is real sometimes."
"Believe it. This is your life now. Our life. Forever."
"Forever," I agree.
Outside the window, Vancouver spreads out below us. The city where I used to serve coffee, never knowing a dangerous man was watching me. Planning. Waiting. Never knowing my life was about to change forever.
"I love you," Konstantin murmurs against my hair.
"I love you too," I whisper back.
And I mean it.
With everything I am.
Forever.
THE END