Page 52 of Brutal Bratva Boss

A moan escapes my lips, the exhaustion that hung over me only a moment ago forgotten.

Theo brings his lips to my ear. “Does that feel good, princess?”

When I moan louder in affirmation, he nibbles on my earlobe and thrusts his hips. “I agree.”

Theo works me over a while longer, until I pull his hand away and spin around, pulling his mouth down to mine. We make out, gently at first, but slowly building speed.

When I grab his side on the way down to wrap my fingers around his length, he flinches, a pained sound slipping out.

I pull back to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

He huffs a laugh before stepping back and motioning to the side where his stitches are. “This took a bit of a beating today.”

“Do you want to stop?” I ask.

Theo shakes his head. “Hell no. But maybe we could take it easy tonight?”

I can definitely get behind that if it means I get to come and make Theo feel good. “Of course.”

Theo turns off the water and leads me to the bed. I lay him down and climb on top, lining him up with my entrance before sinking onto him.

Theo helps guide me, letting me take in a little bit of him at a time until my ass cheeks rest on his thighs. I still as I rub my hands over his chest, and he smiles warmly at me. Once I have adjusted, I lift myself up and sink back down again, watching Theo’s reaction.

He squeezes his eyes shut, his fingers flexing on my hips as he grits his teeth.

I run my fingers over the side of his face and his eyes flit to mine. “Is this, okay?”

He nods. “Yes, it’s just ... A lot. That’s all. Especially with everything that happened today.” He nods towards his wound. “But that is fine, so don’t worry.”

I offer him a smile. “That is very good to hear. We can just take it slow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And so, we do, both of us in no rush. We make love softly and sweetly. When I come it’s on a sigh, and Theo follows shortly after with a low moan.

After, the events of the last few days catch up to me and I drift off, content and looking forward to what the future holds now that the biggest threat we had is gone.

With my father dead, the families that were rallying against us will disperse. My father seemed happy to be the face of the rebellion against the Dubrovs, but that is not true for everyone. I do not think anyone else will be confident enough to take his place, especially given how he met his end.

Hopefully, the only things Theo and I have to worry about are getting ready for the baby who will soon arrive and about how to best enjoy each other now there is no longer impending doom hanging over our heads. Sure, there will always be threats in the mafia world, but for now, at least, the worst one has been put to bed.

For now, the sun will rise on a new day, a day where Theo and I actually get to be happy and enjoy each other properly for the first time. And I can’t wait for it to start.

Epilogue - Fyodor

Chattering flows through the monitor on the bedside table, soft at first, and gradually getting louder. None of it makes any sense, and I am pretty sure I hear some bubble blowing, but that does not seem to bother my son. Kat rolls over, groaning in her half-asleep state. Leaning over, I press a kiss on her forehead and rub my hand over her shoulder.

“I have got this one, you sleep.”

Leaving Kat in the warmth of the bed and turning down the monitor, I slip out of bed and pad barefoot down the hall. When I get to the nursery, I crack open the door and peek inside. The top of my son’s head is just visible over the side of the cot. He gurgles a few times, and then his head disappears off to the side. There is some movement in the cot as I slip inside the room.

When I look over the side, my son is lying on his stomach, alternating between pushing up and pressing forward.

He started crawling about two weeks ago, and if what I have seen is anything to go by, pretty soon we will not be able to keep up. We have already ordered all sorts of gadgets to make the house safer, like plug covers and these annoying brackets that keep the cabinet doors closed. The problem is, most of the time I can’t get them open either. Kat ends up having to help me, which of course frustrates me even more. Especially when she simply flicks them open on the first try.

“It’s all in the wrist,” she says. And I know firsthand how good her wrist action skills are.

When the little body in front of me turns to the side, he notices me standing next to his cot and points a chubby finger at me.

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