Page 115 of Born into Sin

The smaller framed photo on his desk is one that I surprised him with. It’s the photo from my Uncle Matvey’s wedding, the one where he’s holding me as a baby. He’s looking down at me, and I’m gripping his finger and looking up at him. It’s my favorite photo.

It might be weird to some, but I know Dominic and I were always supposed to be together. It’s a hell of an age gap, but at the end of the day, it’s just a damn number, and life is too short to worry about shit like that.

I take another bite, and it earns me a kiss on the temple. I lean back against him, loving the way his hand always goes to rest possessively on my belly. I’m growing rounder, and he’s loving every damn second of it.

He keeps up his fast conversation while I eat and think about how damn sexy he sounds speaking his native language. I’m not at all surprised when he slips one of his hands under my dress so he can touch me skin to skin. His fingers caress my small baby bump while I finish almost everything on my plate and he grows hard beneath my ass.

When he finally hangs up and tosses his phone on the desk, the first thing he does is cup my face with his free hand and turn me towards him for a kiss. It’s slow and deep and leaves me breathless and wanting more.

“I love how pregnant you’re looking, principessa.”

I laugh and cup his face, running my fingers through the thick stubble. “I’m only going to get bigger. Soon I’ll be too big for your lap.”

He smiles and kisses me again. “Never, sweetheart, and you’d better get bigger, way bigger.” His fingers trail a path along my skin. “Our daughter needs to grow a lot more, and so do you.”

We found out last week that we’re having a girl, and I swear Dominic hasn’t stopped smiling since. When we’d told my dad he was going to have a granddaughter, he’d actually hugged Dominic, and even though he denies it, I know I saw a couple of tears. The two of them are already buying things for the nursery, and it’s a good thing my favorite color is pink, because our baby is going to be surrounded by it for the foreseeable future.

“I thought for sure you’d be disappointed we aren’t having a boy.”

“Oh, we’re having boys, sweetheart, a houseful of them.” He gives me a smug grin and a wink. “We’re just having a daughter first. I plan on keeping you pregnant. I’m a lot older than you, principessa. We don’t have any time to waste.”

He’s not entirely wrong, but that doesn’t mean I want to jump straight into another pregnancy after giving birth, but that’s a discussion for another day, so I just return his kiss and snuggle in deeper against him while he feeds me the last of my strawberries. Not cleaning my plate isn’t an option when he’s around.

“Good girl,” he tells me when I’ve finished off the last bite and downed the rest of my orange juice.

“So what was the call about? Everything okay?”

He sighs and leans back in his chair, keeping his arms securely around me. “Everything’s fine. The upper level is almost complete on La Dolce Vita, and several men are already buying their spots at the tables.”

“You’ll need to beef up security. I’m guessing some of those guys aren’t going to be too happy when they start losing massive amounts of money.”

He smiles at my worrying, and I can’t resist kissing the chiseled line of his stubbled jaw.

“Don’t worry, Dario is already taking care of it. There will be extra security, and no weapons are allowed on the second floor.”

“You won’t be armed?”

He kisses my scrunched up brow. “Relax, principessa. The rules don’t apply to me or my men.”

“Okay, good, because I have a feeling a lot of dangerous men are going to want to get in on this. Look at how many get involved in my dad’s underground fighting. What is it about men and money?”

“It’s power, sweetheart. Men love power, and dangerous men love it even more.”

His finger grazes the top of my panties, slowly dipping inside to run along my skin.

“Maybe you should stay home while you’re pregnant. It’s safer here.”

I roll my eyes at him because we’ve been over this before.

“Be happy I’m talking it out, sweetheart. I could just tie you to the damn bed.”

That gets a laugh out of me while he raises a dark brow.

“I’ve shot people for less than that.”

I smile and cup his face, bringing him closer. “Yes, but you wouldn’t shoot me.”

“Never, baby.” He grabs my hips and moves me so I’m straddling him and we’re chest to chest. My dress rides up my thighs, and he can’t take his eyes off the swell of my breasts. I’ve grown an entire cup size since getting pregnant, and we’re both enjoying the hell out of it.

---