Page 96 of Born into Sin

Alexei and the slow, painful death I have planned for him disappear from my mind, because there’s no room for any of that shit when my fiancée is whimpering softly and kissing me like she’ll never be able to get enough.

I’m seconds away from freeing my cock and ripping her panties off when she winces and breaks our kiss to suck in a quick breath.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” I pull back, appalled that I’ve caused her pain, but she clutches at my shirt, refusing to let me go.

“I’m fine. I just moved too quickly and my body reminded me that I still have three cracked ribs.”

When I still look horrified at the idea of hurting her, she pats my cheek and says, “Give him a little something extra for all the sexual frustration he’s making us endure.”

I kiss her again, much more gently this time, and say, “I will, principessa, and then I’m coming home and burying my head between your legs. I may not be able to fuck you like I want, but I can’t allow you to be unsatisfied.”

Dragging my hand up her thigh, I cup her pussy in a possessive grip, pressing my thumb against her swollen clit as she moans and rocks up to me.

“My pride won’t allow it, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she whispers, making me laugh while I give her one last stroke and then pull my hand away.

“Get some rest, fiancée. You’re going to need it.”

She smiles up at me. “Hurry home.”

Standing up, I lean down and give her one more kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers. “Tell my family I said hi.”

I give her a wink and then make sure her phone is next to her before grabbing my suit jacket and leaving the room. Dario and Alessandro are in the kitchen with Lucia. They’ve decided it’s their favorite room in the whole damn house, and Lucia loves every second of spoiling them. She hasn’t stopped smiling since I told her Natalya agreed to marry me and that she’s pregnant.

When I step in the room, she turns her smiling face to mine. “Is Natalya okay? Does she need anything?”

I walk over and pat her shoulder. “She’s fine, but I need to go take care of something.”

Dario immediately lifts a brow at me while Sandro looks over while taking a huge bite of his calzone. He’s curious, but not curious enough to stop eating.

I look down at Lucia. “Maybe you could bring her up some food in a little bit. She hasn’t eaten enough today.”

She nods, because she and I are in complete agreement about Natalya upping her calories. Just the thought of her beautiful body growing rounder with her pregnancy has me smiling. I’m curious how big I can get her ass, and I can’t wait to find out. Every stage of this pregnancy is going to be celebrated and enjoyed to the fullest.

Lucia pats my cheek. “It’s good to see you so happy. I knew you needed a family, and I can’t wait until there’s a little baby in the house. I’ve already started knitting a blanket.”

“What color is it?” I ask, and then laugh at the embarrassed look she gives me.

“Blue,” she admits, but then adds, “I can easily make a pink one if needed.”

“I’ll be happy with either a boy or a girl,” I tell her. “As long as Natalya and the baby are healthy and safe, I don’t care.”

“True enough.” She smiles even bigger and adds, “Plus, you can always have more.”

I laugh, but she’s not wrong. I plan on filling this house with babies. My sweet principessa might just end up pregnant all the time.

I’m still smiling about it when Lucia goes back to cooking and I lean against the counter near my cousins. Sandro still has a mouthful of food, and Dario is still waiting for me to tell him where the hell I’m going.

“Hurry up and finish that, Sandro. Lev invited me to the party, and we need to get there before those crazy fuckers kill him.”

He smiles and pops the last of his calzone into his mouth before standing and pushing his plate aside. “Thanks, Lucia. Delicious as always. I’d marry you in a second if I thought you’d have me.”

She laughs and swats her hand in his direction. “You couldn’t handle me,” she tells him, making us all laugh.

Dario’s all business, pulling his keys out and glancing back at us on his way to the front door. “I’ll drive.”

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