Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Chloe
“Why is Sorcha waiting for us?”
Lucy’s housekeeper was standing in front of the cottage.
After I issued the “Or what?” statement, Kolya shut down into grunted answers.
We had spent two hours at the restaurant waiting to get the all clear from security. I was too nervous to eat dessert. It wasn’t nervousness from fear but a nervousness about Kolya being done giving me space.
Especially after we cleared the misconception that led to us avoiding each other.
I sipped on an iced brew afterward, probably not the best idea since the caffeine made me more jittery.
Kolya nursed another beer. Sebastian, full from his fries and burger meal, dozed peacefully amidst the noise of the restaurant.
But the unspoken tension rattled between us.
It sensitized my skin all over in a way that coalesced into a tingling between my legs that made me want to squeeze them.
Because right on the other side of my sleeping boy was the man who put a baby inside me.
With danger plaguing my son and me, it was like a primordial instinct was tuned to finding the strongest male who could protect us. At this moment, forget evolution, forget my feminism, my whole body saw the male specimen before me as a suitable match.
We were animals reduced to our basest instincts.
“She’s looking after Sebastian for a few hours.” Kolya parked the Escalade beside Sorcha. Sebastian was in the car seat behind him. Our two security vehicles had since parked in the parking lot behind the mansion.
Panic rose, and I detached the seat belt to scramble out. “Wait, why?”
Kolya unbuckled Sebastian and passed him to Sorcha. “He’s fed and will sleep for a few hours. Though look for signs of a tummy ache. He ate too much.”
“Aw…he looks out of it,” Sorcha said.
Kolya body-checked me from reaching Sebastian. I glared at him. “What are you doing?”
He encircled my wrist. “You and I need to talk without interruption.”
I glanced at my son, who appeared to be peacefully sleeping in Sorcha’s arms before returning my death glare at Kolya. “Do I have a choice?”
“Choices are over.” With that statement, he dragged me toward the cottage.
“Text me when he wakes up,” I called over my shoulder.
Sorcha waved at us with a motherly smile that made me blush.
“This is embarrassing,” I gritted.
Kolya opened the door, pulled me through it, and then backed me against it.
He caged me in, my outrage dying when I recognized the smoldering carnal heat in his eyes.
They burned. They craved. They devoured me.
Me.
I put that intensity into Kolya’s eyes.
“Nikolai…”
It was all I got out before he slammed his mouth on mine.
His tongue invaded and demanded my surrender.
I responded helplessly, breathlessly, trying to keep up with how he vanquished every thought, any doubt, and crumbled the last of my resistance to ashes.
I clung to his shoulders as he set every nerve ending ablaze.
His hard body, the hard body that I’d been drooling over at the restaurant, was right now shoving its weight at me against the door.
I needed air.
And he gave it to me.
He broke the kiss and dropped to his knees.
I needed more.
He glared up at me. “No one owns you but me.”
“Is this about Daniel?” What the hell was I doing? Why was I taunting him? This enforcer and torturer for the mob.
Did I want to be tortured?
Tortured with a good time. What is wrong with me?
His features hardened, but there was a promise of retribution in his eyes. He tore my short shorts from my legs and deliberately inhaled between my thighs. “I smell you.” He inserted a finger, followed by another. “You’re wet. Is this for me or him?”
I swallowed. I was so tweaked, I could come right there. “What do you think?”
“You’re asking for it, princess.” He raised my leg, dove in, and buried his tongue inside me.
I was right, I was one flick from coming.
I yelled as shudders wracked my body and my legs liquefied.
He had to prop me up. The way he was eating me, holding me steady, using his nose to edge me into another orgasm.
I didn’t know what the hell he was doing down there.
My vision blurred as relentless spasming swept through me.
He lowered my leg and rose. His face was close to mine. “This—” He cupped my pussy. “—is mine.” Then he circled his fingers around my throat and squeezed, tipping my chin up in an unrelenting grip. I grew wetter. His domination. This possessiveness was doing it for me. Big-time.
“This mouth—” He brushed my lips. “—belongs only to me.”
His other hand moved between us, and I could hear his zipper lowering. Anticipation was killing me. I was still sensitive between my thighs.
“Fuck you, Nikolai Petrov,” I said, but I couldn’t help my smirk.
“Ah, princess, my pleasure.”
Then he lifted me and drove inside me.
His cock. Thick. Long. Hard.
He pounded me against the door with all the fury of a battering ram. I couldn’t get a word out. I sobbed and moaned. With each stroke, he hit a sweet spot that set off an unbearable explosion of pleasure. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.
It was a release I had been waiting for.
All the denial. All the control. All the logic.
Obliterated.
He backed away from the door and, still connected and with his palm under my ass, he carried me to the kitchen table.
“You don’t know how many times I wanted to bend you over this table and fuck you,” he said harshly. “You’re getting the pounding of your life, princess.”
He lowered me to my feet, but before I could react, he spun me around, bent me over, and kicked my feet apart before he slammed back inside me.
We both groaned at his delicious invasion.
His fingers gripped my hips. My right hand clung to the edge of the table. But I was merely a receptacle, a rag doll succumbing to his violent thrusts.
I was too far gone after he’d sent me soaring several times that all I could do was submit to the power of his thrusts. He was rutting inside me now. The sounds of his grunts were strangely satisfying.
I did this to him.
His cock turned to steel, a sign he was about to come. I braced for his release, but I wasn't expecting him to reach between us, rub my clit with his fingers, and send me into a renewed trajectory of pulses.
“Stop,” I moaned. “I can’t breathe. Too much.”
He grunted and drove deep and stayed.
He pulsed inside me. His cock twitched and made itself known that I was thoroughly owned.
I was panting hard, flat on my chest, when his weight left my back.
Turning my head, I spotted him backing up a few steps. I was utterly drained, too boneless and unable to move. He forced my body into angles it wasn’t used to, and I was stuck.
Then he stepped forward again, crouched, disappearing from my view. His fingers trailed from my pussy down my thigh. Then returned to insert his fingers inside me.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, self-conscious about how exposed I was.
“It fucking turns me on to see my cum leak out of you, but I don’t want to let it go to waste.”
Fucking caveman. “Help me up! I think you’ve nailed me into the table.”
The slow rumble of his chuckle zinged between my thighs.
Oh my God, my pussy was an idiot.
He helped me up slowly and turned me around.
Warm tenderness replaced the feral heat in his eyes.
It was harder to watch because it wasn’t simply a physical response.
That tenderness? It was a physical response inside my chest. An ache.
The good kind. My heart swelled with hope.
It was as if I were standing on a precipice, about to fall without a safety net.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing my cheek.
I stared down between us. I was bottomless, while Kolya was still fully dressed. His erection had gone down but still looked formidable.
“Princess, if you keep looking at my cock that way, it’ll be ready for another round.”
“I need to wash up.” I started for my bedroom.
Kolya swung me up in his arms.
“Kolya,” I gasped. “Stop being a Neanderthal.”
“Stop making me one,” he growled.
“What does that even mean?”
He carried me to his bedroom and straight into the en suite.
Setting me down, he started the shower.
The last time we showered together was during our weekend fling. And from my experience, Kolya was adept at shower sex.
He peeled off his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos of skulls, snakes, cathedrals, and stars on his chest. I had loved tracing the swirling, colorful art with my tongue and pressing kisses all over them. The last time we had sex, I didn’t get the chance because I kicked Kolya out of the house.
Steam filled the bathroom.
Kolya discarded the rest of his clothes and guided me into the glass enclosure. Jets of water streamed all over us.
“Your shower is better,” I told him.
He merely smiled; his attention was elsewhere. “I neglected these beauties earlier.” He cupped my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. Then he pushed me against the tiles.
I gasped at the cold contact to my back, but Kolya soon scrambled my mind with the way he was sucking my nipple while stroking me between the legs.
“Kolya,” I moaned. “We’re supposed to talk.”
He released my nipple and buried his face in my neck. “I can’t help it. The need to fuck you. I can’t resist putting my cum inside you. Make you pregnant. It’s driving me crazy.”
I yanked his hair so that I could see his eyes. They were wild again. “What?” I choked in incredulity. “Are you talking about breeding me?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “Don’t ask me why, princess. I just have this compulsion.”
He was hard again. His cock nudged at my entrance. “But only with you.”
He surged up and filled me once again.
Unlike earlier, his thrusts were slower, more deliberate, even gentle.
Water sluiced all over us as we reached our climax.
When we reached the bed, Kolya tucked me under the covers and slipped in behind me, drawing me into his arms.
“Check on Sebastian,” I mumbled at the base of his throat.
“Sorcha said he’s sleeping,” he said.
“I feel like such a bad parent.”
“Don’t be. You’re not alone in this, Chloshka,” he said. “In the bratva, and even with the Petrovs, we believe it takes a village to raise a child.”
Even in my relaxed state, I thought about the difference between the Kings’ way of raising children versus the mafia.
As I’d experienced with the De Luccis, close-knit family ties were important.
The bratva was slightly different. Toughness and stoicism were prized traits, but unlike the Kings who used money and professionals to solve the problems, the bratva relied on their people, and it wasn’t about money. It was about loyalty.
Lucy thawed Kirill’s iciness. And I’d overheard one of the soldiers saying how Sorcha smiled a lot nowadays. I couldn’t even picture the housekeeper with an unsmiling face. Maybe I could belong.
That was the last thought I had before I fell into slumber. The next I knew, Kolya was waking me up with his mouth. My orgasm hit me so fucking hard, I cried out. He didn’t even give me a chance to come down when he drove inside me again.
When he finished, I was laughing, incredulous, and I shoved him off.
“My God, Kolya, have mercy on my poor pussy.”
I tried to sit up, but he jackknifed and caged me in again.
“Give me a break,” I snapped, part outraged but also part amused, which seemed to be my default reaction to this man.
“I can’t help it, Chloshka.” He nipped my lower lip. “You had me so worked up today.”
I rolled my lips, filing away Kolya’s jealous reaction. “Have you checked on Sebastian?”
“I told Sorcha we’re coming over to pick him up.”
“We,” I sighed. “Are you saying we’re together again?”
He scowled at me. “Yes. Even now, you could be pregnant.”
My eyes widened. “Shit, I haven’t been taking my pills since The Astorian.” With Dora staying with me and with our merged toiletries in the bathroom, I had not thought about it. I barely had a functioning routine. Wait. I didn’t remember seeing my pills on the bathroom counter.
He grinned.
“Kolya!”
“What?”
“Did you throw away my pills?”
“Is that even a question?”
“I can’t believe you!”
“Believe it. You’ve triggered something in me, princess. I can’t explain it. You can take the morning-after pill if you want. I’m not stopping you, but I’m not going to stop trying to get you pregnant. A girl, preferably, this time.”
That caught me by surprise. “A girl. Don’t you want another Petrov male?”
He cupped my cheek and kissed my nose. My toes curled. I was so stupid for this man.
“If you give me all boys, I don’t have a problem with that. But De Lucci’s sassy daughter—”
“Sam?”
“Yes. I want a little girl who looks like her mama.”
The sparkle in Kolya’s eyes and the slight tilt to his mouth…I couldn’t explain it. He was talking as if we were building a family together.
“Kolya, it’s nice to dream, but we still have problems.”
I should be giddy with happiness, but anxiety was winning. You are only afraid when you have something to lose.
Kolya was building up fantasies I could only dream about but never thought I could have.
“One at a time.” He reached over and grabbed his phone and showed me a screen. A text message from Margo Winthrop.
Matchmaker
I found a loophole. Should I draw up the documents?
Yes.
“You’re marrying me, princess.”