Page 76 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Goodnight, Mama,” Sophia said with sleepy eyes, yawning.

“Goodnight, my beautiful angel,” I replied with a smile, watching them both fall asleep.

My babies were so cute, and I couldn’t believe that such beauties would come from such a cruel man like their father—a cruel man who was relentless in his pursuit of me.

Now, I had some time to be all by myself, to think. But instead of thinking, I found myself reminiscing on how good sex with him was. Basically, everything in that room reminded me of his masculinity.

The bed—oh, the things he’d done to me on that mattress. I shut my eyes, swooning at the thoughts of him in my head. Even now, I could still feel his touch, his skin against mine, his breath. I could smell that rich cologne that somehow always turned me on.

I thought about how good his cock used to feel inside me. He’d been my first and only. Maybe that was the reason I couldn’t give myself to someone else; he’d set a standard. Daniil was excellent at pleasuring me the way I’d always envisioned. He was rough when I wanted it rough, gentle when I wanted it so, and, to top it off, he was quite spontaneous.

I bit my lower lip as my eyes settled on the table in a corner. I could hear the sound of my moans from the first time he’d set me on the table and ate me up fervently. How could I forget the wonders his tongue had done on my pussy that evening?

My breath was starting to become heavy, and I knew that if I continued to harbor these thoughts, I’d end up wet, wanting him.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have him fuck you again. You know you miss it, that tiny voice said to me.

You know you want it.

I did miss it, and I might’ve forgotten how good it felt to have his big cock deep inside me. My hands subtly reached for my breasts, and I slowly began to play with my nipples, imagining it was his hands touching me.

I got a hold of myself so quickly and shook my head, trying to block these thoughts from my head. However, the more I tried, the more I lost the fight. The connection was too strong, especially because I was inside this room.

There was a part of me that wanted to stop reminiscing, but every other part of me wanted to delve into those days. It was only a week, but in that week, we’d had the most mind-blowing sex.

A smile played on the corners of my lips as I recalled the day I’d almost passed out after he fucked my mouth. This was my request, though. I was feeling naughty that night and had asked him to fuck my mouth like it was my pussy.

The experience was exhilarating, thrilling, and right now, I was craving something similar.

“Are they asleep already?”

His voice startled me, forcing me back to reality.

“Jesus,” I said softly, turning to him, shocked by his presence.

He smirked from the entrance, where he leaned against the door. Daniil was so attractive, and those thoughts of having him inside were gnawing dangerously at my mind. I wanted him so badly, but I had to pretend like I was in control.

I cleared my throat and adjusted on the bed.

“Yes. Yes, they are,” I replied.

“Okay, good,” he said. “Come with me.”

There was nothing commanding or authoritative in his tone. He was as polite as a gentleman.

I rose to my feet and followed him to his room. This was the first time I was stepping into this grand master bedroom with a glamorous interior that exuded wealth.

“Please, take a seat,” he said, gesturing at a couch.

Okay…why’s he being so nice? I thought to myself, sitting down quietly.

“Things have been weird between us for the past four years,” he began. “But I had no idea you were pregnant at the time.” He paused for a moment. “What I’m trying to say is that, from now on, you are my responsibility. All three of you. And I will do everything that I can to protect you, to keep you safe.”

“I don’t doubt that,” I said, the words falling out of my mouth. I didn’t plan to say them, but unfortunately, I had.

He smiled and continued, “I want you to spend more time with the kids,” he blurted out. “Which means, you don’t have to work anymore….”

“Hold on, what?” I instantly got upset and reflexively rose to my feet. “You want me to be a full-time housewife?” I glared at him.

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