30. Dimitri
30
Dimitri
G abriella is peacefully sleeping next to me in bed, her breaths gentle and steady in the quiet darkness of the room.As I had hoped, the bath worked its magic, lulling my angel into such a state of relaxation that she almost dozed off in the warm water. By the time she finished drying off and put on my clothes, her eyes were heavy with sleep. When I returned with a glass of water, she was already fast asleep.Tonight has been overwhelming for both of us. Between her accident, my confession, and our impromptu night walk through the woods, we’re beyond tired—exhaustion doesn’t even begin to cover it. Plus, her body is busy nurturing our babies. I’m pretty sure there’s a term for this kind of pregnancy. Rainbow, I think.
I reach out and place my hand carefully over her middle. Gabriella has a killer body, with curves in all the right areas, ample breasts enough to suffocate a man happily, and a round ass, tight enough to bounce a quarter off. Imagining her flat stomach grow swollen with our babies fills me with a predatory need to protect her, protect them at all costs.
“Dimitri?”
I raise my eyes to find her awake and blinking at me through sleep hazy eyes.
“You should be asleep, angel.”
She gives me a lazy, small smile. One of my favorites because it’s similar to the one she wears after an orgasm. “So should you.”
I lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead. “How can I when you’re lying here next to me?”
Gabriella takes a deep inhale and stretches out her limbs, entangling them in mine, before she curls into my chest like a cat, and practically purrs.
“How do you feel?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her body. “How’s your wrist?”
“It’s a little sore.”
“Can I get you anything? What can you even take pregnant?”
“Tylenol is the safest.”
I should have some in the medicine cabinet. “I’ll go get some.”
“No,” Gabriella says right away, latching on to me tighter like a koala bear. “Not yet.”
“Okay.” I chuckle softly into her hair.
“I just want to lie here for a little while longer,” she says softly on the breath of a sigh.
I run one hand up and down her back and bury the other in her hair, scratching her scalp just the way she likes. With her in my arms, it’s almost easy to forget the hell that waits for us outside. Like we exist in our own tiny bubble of happiness here in the cabin. But reality is right outside those doors, waiting for us and the longer we ignore it, the worst it can become.
As if she can read my mind or maybe she feels the same, she whispers, “I’m scared.” Her words are low enough that I nearly miss it even as close as she is.
My hands grow still at her confession before I reveal, “Me too.”
Gabriella pushes up and looks at me, perplexed. “You’re scared?”
“Of course I am,” I reply immediately. “I don’t want to lose you or the babies.” I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a dozen times more if need be to ensure it sinks in.
“I don’t want to lose you either,” she confesses. “But what do we do? You went undercover to gather evidence that would put my family in jail. When my father hears that…and my brothers? And what about Sergei? What does this look like for us in the end, Dimitri?”
She’s beginning to panic. I can see it in the way her eyes grow wider and dart around, focusing on anything but me.
“Gabriella, look at me,” I order. Her nostrils flare from the force of her hard exhale. “Our ending looks like us together as a family. You, me, and the juniors.”
“They could be girls,” she teases.
I snort. “Unlikely.”
Gabriella smiles before pushing forward to kiss me. “I hope they’re like you.”
“God, I hope not.”
“I’m serious,” she says. “I hope they have your courage and your strength.”
“If that’s so, then I hope they have your kind heart and forgiving soul.”
Gabriella smiles before I watch it falter and then twist into a frown. The sight leaves me uncomfortable.
“What is it?”
“If I wasn’t pregnant, would you still want to go through with telling my family the truth?”
I sit up and push back until I’m able to lean against the headboard. Gabriella follows, pulling the blanket around her shoulders as if it’s a shield there to protect her while she waits for my answer.
“I already made up my mind about us and about what I wanted our future to be like before you told me about the babies. If anything, angel,” I reach forward and tug her until she’s straddling my lap, “the babies are just another two reasons why I have to do this. I want a future with you. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure of it.”
“What about the FBI? Something tells me they’re not going to be very keen about one of their agents having a family with the daughter of a mafia boss.”
There’s my spitfire little angel.
“No, probably not. But one problem at a time, okay?” When she nods but her smile doesn’t return, I skirt my hands up and down her sides. She squirms when my light touch tickles her, and I continue until the corner of her lips twitch up. “Just know, I’m not leaving you or them. Okay?”
“Even if my family never forgives you?” Humor brightens up her eyes.
“Even then.” The words she spoke in the hospital replay in my mind as I kiss her, and suddenly, the impossible doesn’t feel so far-fetched. Now that she knows the truth, there’s only one obstacle in our way now and the solution for that may actually be what was once impossible. “Marry me, angel.”
She stills. “Wh-what?”
“I said marry me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffs. “Rose wasn’t being serious. It's a crazy idea, Dimitri.”
“Maybe or maybe not. Think about it. If we’re married, your family will be less likely to kill your husband and the father of your children.”
“You’re insane.” She laughs even as she looks at me with hopeful skepticism.
“Without a doubt, but marry me anyways.”
I watch her work through all the different scenarios before a slow smile spreads across her face as she comes to a conclusion. “Okay.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.” Gabriella’s hands come up to cup my face as she presses her hips down. “I’ll marry you.”
“Gabriella,” I mumble her name against her lips when she continues, unable to focus on the fact that she just agreed to marry me.
“Hmm?” she hums, rolling her hips now, brushing her warm core against my quickly hardening dick.
“You’re tired and injured,” I remind her, struggling to keep my resolve when all I want is to be buried in that sweet, soft, and warm pussy.
“Uh huh,” she answers, moving to place open mouth kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and across my bare pecs before following the same path back up. “But I’d like to fuck my future husband.”
“Fuck me,” I groan as I toss my head back, giving her more room.
“That’s what I said,” she replies before doing this number with her hips that I swear leaves me seeing stars.
Alright then. If my little angel wants to play with the devil, then so be it.
I reach for her shirt and tug it off her head, enjoying how she giggles before kissing me again. While she shimmies out of her shorts, I tug my briefs down and free my pierced, hard cock.
She firmly grasps the base, just beneath my Jacob’s ladder, and squeezes with just enough pressure to elicit a deep, throaty sound that teeters on the edge of pain and pleasure. I watch through lust-filled eyes while she scoots down my legs and then with a sinful wink, bows her head to wrap her warm, perfect mouth around the head of my cock.
I reach out on instinct to bury my hands in her hair and keep them there for guidance but not direction. Because she doesn’t need any. My sinful angel sucks my cock like it’s her own tootsie roll lollipop and she’s eager to get to the prize in the middle.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfection,” I groan, my hips thrusting up to graze the back of her throat. When she gags, the sound only pushes me forward because I know how much she loves it.
My balls tighten as heat gathers at the base of my spine. I’m close to blowing my load down her throat and she knows. I meet her watery eyes for a quick second before she reaches down to cup my balls. When she rolls them in her palm, I unravel and flood her mouth, enjoying how she swallows every drop. Her tongue caresses every inch of me clean, before releasing my cock from her mouth with an audible POP .
She grins up at me and I pull her face to mine, devouring her mouth the way she just did my cock. I can taste myself on her tongue and it’s like an aphrodisiac straight to my crotch, preparing for round two.
“If I could get you even more pregnant, I would,” I tell her, like the alpha she drives me to be.
“Why don’t you try?” she challenges with a raised brow and a sinful sparkle in her eyes.
I grip her hips and faster than she can blink, I flip us so she’s on her back this time. Nestling myself between her thighs, I kiss her passionately, relishing in her joyful giggles at my behavior.
“Challenge accepted, angel.”
And then I slide home to do just that.