37. Viktor
VIKTOR
Mila and Lev left. More men were downstairs, still handling the aftermath of Smithson breaking in and trying to kill Wren and almost succeeding in taking Paul’s life too.
As soon as I could, I would visit him, but something nagged at me about how Wren was acting. Like she might be struggling from the trauma of it all.
If she needed me—for comfort, to hear her out, to fuck her and make her not think at all—I’d do it. Whatever she wanted or needed.
“How are you holding up?” I asked her as I brought her to the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled her onto my lap.
“I’m… overwhelmed,” she admitted.
I loved her honesty. I was a sarcastic asshole and she could play hard with me and be witty too, but we would always be true and real with each other as well.
“Because he was your first kill?” I asked, stroking my hand up and down her thigh.
“Kind of.” She leaned against me, running her hand over my beard, almost like she was petting me. I noticed she did it when she was idle and pensive, needing to move somehow.
“It is sobering to take a life, but I won’t allow a second of guilt.
He broke in here to kill me. He initiated this violence—since the beginning—through no fault of mine.
I did nothing to deserve him treating me like this and attempting to use me as a shield.
I killed him in the line of self-defense and I will never back down from that.
It’s kill or be killed, and I have too much life to live to let him win like that. ”
I cupped her face and kissed her, falling that much more in love with her and how strong she was.
“But…” She cleared her throat and gazed up at me like she was searching my face for something. So intent. So serious. So… cautious.
“But…?”
“It wasn’t only self-defense. I was defending our child, too.”
I watched her lips move. I heard the sound of her voice as she spoke. And I felt the weight of her body on my lap and resting against me.
But still, I wondered if my senses were scrambled. If I was imagining that she had actually just said that… she… was… I narrowed my eyes as my heart kicked up in speed.
“I’m pregnant, Viktor.” She exhaled a deep whoosh of a breath.
“I’m pregnant with our baby. I… I was late and I wondered.
When I started feeling off I got suspicious and I just took a test now.
I was going to take the test earlier, right before Smithson showed up.
But… yeah.” She nodded, furrowing her brow.
“You’re pregnant.” It should’ve come out as a question, but it didn’t. I stated it. I tested the words out on my tongue and waited for the other shoe to drop, for her to laugh and say she was teasing.
But she wouldn’t. Not about this.
“You’re pregnant.”
She nodded again.
I was so stupefied, I couldn’t find the words.
“Pregnant.”
She nodded once more and winced.
“Are you not happy about that?” I asked with dread.
“I am!” She shook her head, giving me mixed signals. “I’m thrilled. But I’m nervous about how you—”
I pulled her head toward mine and slammed my lips over hers in a hungry kiss. Smiling against her mouth, I sighed heavily and clutched her closer.
“About what?” I asked when I ripped my mouth away.
She had climbed onto my lap, raising her brows like she wanted to dare to hope. With her hands on my shoulders, she balanced herself as she straddled me. As if I’d let her fall.
“About how happy I am?” I kissed her again, treasuring her gasp of surprise with how greedy I was.
“About how fucking excited I am to become a father?” Once more, I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her until we were both panting for air.
“About how amazing this will be?” I lowered my hand to her stomach. It was still flat yet, but I couldn’t wait for it to swell with my son or daughter.
Our baby.
“So… you’re not mad?” she asked.
I shook my head, cupping her face and admiring her beauty. Her intelligence. Her bravery. “I could never, ever be mad about good news like this.”
She smiled wide, leaning into me and closing her arms around me as she kissed me soundly, pouring all the passion she felt into it.
As she made out with me, desperate to celebrate this news, I tried to let it fully sink in.
I was going to be a father. Like my brothers and cousin, I would be a parent.
Wren and I would welcome another new life and we would do our part to back up and continue the Volkov legacy.
Instead of talking more about the details, I welcomed the addictive kisses she wanted to share with me. Rather than tell her that I hoped she would be my wife as well as the mother of my children, I embraced how eager she was to strengthen and build on how well we would stay together like this.
Dedicated and devoted to each other.
No matter what.
I held her close, knowing that I was the luckiest man in the world to have found her in the most unlikely way, to have convinced her to stay with me despite the strangest odds.
From kidnapping her to knocking her up, that was my story, a story that was only taking off between us.
She tugged at my clothes, and while falling into bed seemed like an evasion to talk to her about what this would mean, I couldn’t deny her. I couldn’t resist.
I pulled at her clothes, tugging them off her as she worked on getting my shirt off. Then with a shift and careful balance of her on my lap then standing for a second, we got the rest of it all off too. Her shorts dropped on top of my pants. My shoes were kicked off to the side.
Naked and so hard for her already, I urged her to climb back onto my lap as I scooted toward the middle of the bed. With my back against the headboard, my legs slapped out on the mattress, and her slender, sexy body over me, I knew we’d have all the time in the world to talk later.
Right now, I needed her. I had to have her pussy wrapped around me. It was absolutely critical that I pierce her cunt with my dick and wedge it up as far as it can go into her sweet, slick heat.
“Viktor…” She rested one hand on my shoulder as she used the other to frame my face. Watching her stare at me like this would never get old. Like I was the sum of all her dreams, the source of all her wishes. I lined my cock up to her wet hole and she dipped down, sucking me in.
“I love you,” she whispered.
That unlocked a raw, furious need to mark her.
“I’ve loved you since the second I saw you,” I growled before kissing her again.
She ground down on me, taking every inch of my cock. We kissed. I grunted with the urgency to thrust up into her. We held each other close.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
I gripped the back of her head, holding her hair as I watched her lidded eyes get hazier with lust. “Ride me and tell me.”
“I love you, Viktor,” she said, her mouth an inch from mine. “I love you, and I can’t wait to have our own little family.”
“Fuck.” I groaned it, gripping her hips and urging her to bounce on me faster.
“I love you. And I am so excited to see you be a father to our baby.”
I pushed up, needing to give her all that I could and make her come apart for me. I wouldn’t last.
“And I love you,” I promised as she lifted up to slide back down on my dick. Before she could take me in, I slid down on the bed and fucked up into her pussy. While she was more upright and with her chest to me, I turned my head to close my mouth over her nipple and sucked on it steadily.
“Oh, God!” She arched her back, riding me like this. Curled up to be able to lick and nip at her breasts, savoring every decadent inch of her smooth swells, I tried to show her how much I needed her. How much I would always crave her love.
“I love—” She cut herself off, gasping in a sound that turned into a moan as I moved my mouth to her other breast and tugged it into my mouth.
“I love you,” I whispered, letting her breast smash against my face.
Unable to withstand it any longer and needing her to come so I could soak her with my seed, I twisted. Rolling her over with me, I got her on her back. Legs wrapped around my waist. Arms reaching up to hug me.
“I love you so much it hurts,” I told her, taking one of her hands and placing it on her breast. She didn’t need any further instruction, already clued in to how much it turned me on to witness her cupping her own tits and rubbing her thumbs over the turgid nipples.
“I can’t last any longer,” she said, arching her back and letting out those sexy sounds.
Unable to come before her, I lowered my hand to her clit and rubbed around it fast and hard, the way she always wanted me to. The way that made her shatter and come so intensely.
“Then don’t. Let it go. Let it all go and come for me, Wren.”
I committed this version of her to memory. Splayed out and so open, taking all I gave her. Naked and flush, so responsive to my touch. Needy and moaning as she shook her head and tossed that glorious red hair.
“Come for me, Wren,” I growled.
She tensed up then cried out. Surrendering, quivering, and panting to catch her breath.
This version of her was a vision too. A sexy, satisfied, and thoroughly fucked one.
But as I came after her, unable to hold back any longer, I let my mind’s eye fill in the details of yet another version of her that I would look forward to in the near future.
Her with her swollen stomach as she carried our child.
Her with my ring on her finger as she awaited the day we could marry.
I only had to ask.
Lying next to her and holding her close, I tried to catch my breath so I could.