30. Wren
WREN
What are you saying?
What are you really saying?
Viktor looked so earnest, talking to me about having a place with him, with his family.
Which was sweet. I always wanted to hear that I was wanted and welcome and valued. Everyone did.
But he seemed to think that I didn’t know that already. Of course, I did. I was getting along with Elena so much that we really were like sisters. I spent all night working for them and getting that last-minute counter move to save them damage and death.
I lived with him. I had half of his closet.
Why are you telling me this now?
“Wren?”
Oh, shit, he’s expecting me to answer him?
I blinked, frantic to guess what he was really trying to tell me here. Reading in between the lines had never been harder.
Are you… proposing?
It almost sounded like that, and if he was proposing, I would be over the freaking moon. With my suspicions and worries about being pregnant, hearing he wanted to marry me would alleviate all my fears. All of them.
Yet, it wasn’t a proposal. I didn’t think it was. I’d never been proposed to in order to know for sure. Just like I’d told Elena that I didn’t have much girl time experience, I had little to no boyfriend experience either.
Is he trying to label me as his girlfriend? Or is he strictly talking about job stuff?
I felt like I was caught between happiness and woes. I couldn’t tell what he was asking me, but I felt the pressure to reply.
“I…” I smiled, hoping to remove the concern from his face. “I know I’m not just some woman you kidnapped.”
He nodded, but he still seemed so tense. Like he was waiting for me to say more.
“And I know I’m not a captive. You let me drive your car.” I winced. “Then it was blown up, but still. You let me be out in the wild. You let me have my gun. You let me concoct a hasty solution for last night…”
“But I did know that you see yourself as part of our team.”
Team?
That sounded so clinical. Like something HR would ask someone interviewing for a job.
Is that what this is? About how they’ll pay me? How…
I huffed and winced. “Is this about my allegiance to your dick?”
He laughed lightly and kissed me softly.
Okay. A kiss. That’s good. That’s a good sign…
“It’s about wanting to make sure you know you have a place with me—us.”
There it was again. Right when it sounded more like a proposal and him wanting to clarify where we stood as a couple, he went back to making it sound like he was interviewing me on behalf of his family’s empire.
“Of course,” I replied. I nodded, too, in case he was looking for an affirmative or negative answer.
“You’ll stay?” he asked.
I reared back. “I wasn’t… aware that I was leaving.”
Oh, crap. Please, no more riddles.
“No!” He shook his head. “No. That’s my point. I don’t want to think about your leaving me.”
And now we’re back to me thinking you’re proposing? At least he was saying that he saw something longer term with me. That was good.
But with the nausea I tried to fight back, I grew more and more convinced that I had to be pregnant.
And I was scared to tell him. To admit it.
I didn’t want him to think I was tricking him or trapping him with a baby.
A little part of me worried that if he found out, he’d tell me that he loved me and it would only be because I was giving him a child.
He was fond of being an uncle. I knew he was. But I wanted to be selfish and have his love for just me, too.
One thing at a time, Wren. One thing at a time.
“I don’t want to think about leaving either. Especially not now, when so many people might want to kill me…”
If anyone were to find out that I was the mastermind behind that cyber-counter-attack, I’d be even more wanted.
“You will always be safe with us.”
I almost cringed. If he said me instead of us, it’d soothe me more.
“All I know is that when I think about my old life, all those years before I met you, it’s not at all as rewarding as everything I’d found since I’ve had you in my life.”
And that was a truth I could stand behind no matter how confused I was about what he wanted and how conflicted I felt about how I could matter to him.
I closed the distance between us and kissed him.
It started out soft and tender. Brushing my lips over his, I relished the heat of his mouth curving under mine.
I sighed, sagging against him as he urged me to lie back.
This wasn’t his house, not his own home, but I wasn’t nervous about being intimate with him here. And that was where he led this exchange, kissing me urgently and slanting his head to duel with my tongue. To taste me and explore, pushing me back against the bed and hovering over me.
Okay, this, I understand. This, I know.
I clung to him, holding him close and wrapping my leg around his waist. With the position he held over me, he trapped me in place. But there was no other way I’d ever want to be cornered. Held. Caged in and secured.
“Viktor…” I gasped as he trailed his mouth from mine to leave a path of hot, wet kisses along my jaw.
“I’ve got you,” he growled, shoving the blanket and sheet aside. “I’ve got you, Wren.”
I closed my eyes and savored the sweet heat of him dragging his big, hot hand down the side of my body. Elena had lent me a nightgown of hers since I’d been too exhausted to go home. I hadn’t put on any panties, but now that seemed like a benefit, a reward in the making.
He gathered up the silky garment, fisting it like he damned the obstacle to feeling my skin. Panting as he moved his mouth over me, searing me with his drugging kisses, he crawled further over me. “I swear my allegiance to you.”
I almost froze at his words, confused again and tripped up on how serious and romantic he was being. Sure, he was glad that I’d saved the day with my idea, but was he proposing or not? Did he mean that? Fully?
No. Of course not. His allegiance is to his family.
But I could be carrying part of his family.
I could have his son or daughter in me.
I swallowed hard, wishing I weren’t so hung up on wondering and worrying. If not for this pregnancy suspicion, I wouldn’t be overthinking every little thing. But that was how much he’d gotten under my skin. Making me feel like I wanted him to propose. So I could really fit in with sisters-in-law.
“Where’d you go?” he whispered as he kissed me again.
I shook my head. “I’m right here. Right where I want to be.”
He tore his shirt off as he leaned up. “Right where you need to be, Wren. With me.” Lowering again to press his open mouth to mine, he encouraged me to wait while he shifted. He stood next to the bed, bending and leaning over to kiss me while he took off his pants and boxers.
He straightened, giving me a view of him in all his glory. Every inch of his rock-hard muscles on display. The hard bulges of his pecs. His chiseled abs. Then that lean V dipping down to emphasize his huge cock. It dripped a dot of pre-cum as it pointed at me.
Taking my time to ogle him, I traced my fingertip down the rises and dips of his muscles. Reaching his cock, I dragged it up and down the rigid length, savoring the jerk it gave me under my touch.
“I’d rather be right here,” I said, sitting up so I could peel off my nightgown, “with you…” I parted my legs as I tossed the nightgown to the other side of the bed.
“Here.” I lowered my free hand to rub over my outer folds.
I was already so wet, so ready for him to fill me.
But under his molten gaze as I spread myself even more open for him, I was turned on that much more.
I was electrified that this huge, dangerous man could almost be putty in my hands. Or at the sight of my hand on myself.
“I need you here,” I said, breathing harder and faster as I stroked my finger up and down my opening. “Oh, God.” I arched my back, unprepared for how sensitive I was.
Wrapping my fingers around his dick as he stood next to the bed, leaning over me with one hand on the headboard, I rubbed him as I pressed a finger into myself.
“Keep going,” he urged. “Show me.”
I lifted my finger from my pussy and wiped it on his lips. He caught my hand with a feral growl and sucked the tip into his mouth. He pulled on it, laving it with his tongue. Once more, his dick jerked, and I rubbed my thumb over the tip to smear his pre-cum.
“I need you in here,” I said, forgetting all about the confusion of what he was asking me or what he wasn’t coming right out and telling me. Lowering my hand back down to my cunt, I fingered myself and moaned, arching into my hand as I rubbed his dick.
“I need you filling me.” I shifted, still lazily pistoning my finger in and out of my pussy as I brought my head closer to his dick. Tugging him toward my mouth, I urged him to fuck me, to ram that thick shaft into my mouth.
He didn’t wait, thrusting his hips as he watched me finger myself. Back and forth, he fed his dick into my mouth, past my hungry lips. Keeping his hand on the back of my head, he secured me in place so he could fuck me faster.
I set my hand on his ass, urging him not to back up.
I hadn’t woken up this turned on and horny, but something about this Mafia man would always reduce me to a needy mess.
“I need you wrapped around me,” he said, his voice so low and guttural. “I need to feel all of you.”
He slid out, depriving me of sucking him off. As he moved onto the bed, his cock swaying and glistening from his cum and my saliva, he urged me to move. Rolling over onto my side, he directed me to lie with him. His dick in my face. My pussy in his.
The second he lifted my thigh and set it on top of his head, he pressed his mouth between my thighs and licked me like he intended to feast on me until I passed out.
I smiled, bringing his dick right back to my mouth to keep pleasuring him.
Acting on this need to come instead of worrying about the questions in my mind.