Page 71 of Stolen By the Bratva

Nikolai entered the room, carrying more boxes. He furrowed his brows at the way I studied his brothers. “Why’s she looking at you like that?”

Oh, never mind me. Just mentally getting excited to play matchmaker for all of you one day.

Nik narrowed his eyes at Ivan. “You’re not talking crap around her, are you?”

Ivan smirked. “She’s got a dirtier mouth than anyone else around here.”

“Wallpaper?” Maxim said with a wince as he eyed the room. “I don’t know anything about wallpaper.”

Nikolai groaned, setting the boxes down and holding his hands up in a truce as he backed away. “No. Don’t look at me. I’m not getting involved with redecorating.”

Ivan edged out of the room through the other door. “Just tell Alek!”

Maxim nodded. “He’ll just hire a crew.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come on.”

He grimaced and shook his head. “I’m all for helping you move stuff out and making room for you to, well, make this place feel like a home again, but wallpapering is a whole other thing.” He mimicked his brother, holding his hands up in a truce as he left me giggling there.

I wasn’t seriously going to ask them to personally handle this room’s renovation. Still, I wasn’t wounded by their bailing from the topic. Each time I chatted with Alek’s brothers, I got to know them a little better.

For the first time in all my life, I was looking forward to the future with a deep sense of unshakable excitement. In this house, with this family, I would never be bartered or taken for granted again. I was part of an honest-to-God family here, and I would never be an object to discard ever again.

My place was right at Alek’s side, and after I checked the time, I left this room to find him. He’d be done with his workout about now, and I was too excited to wait for him to shower and clean up to talk to him.

It seemed my estimate of time was off. I found him in our bedroom, already showered. He exited the bathroom, still with a towel around his waist, and just that look had my lust skyrocketing.

Upon seeing me there, he grinned and dropped the terrycloth. “Well, hello there, Wife,” he drawled sexily.

I hummed my appreciation, reaching out to stroke his cock as he stalked toward me. He angled me back on the bed as I traced his long shaft, but I stalled, playing hard to get as he pushed up my sundress.

“Alek, we’re far too busy for that now.”

He growled, tipping me back on the bed and dragging my panties off. “That’s crazy talk.”

I giggled, trying to slip out of his reach, but he was faster. He always was. The chase was part of the fun, but with my current mood, I gave in to his sliding his dick into me.

“Ooohhhh…” I moaned, kissing him as he started to thrust into me slowly.

“Too busy, huh?”

I nodded. “Even for a quickie.”

He scoffed, pounding into me harder, just the way I liked it.

“We’ve got designers coming in soon to redecorate the office.” Neither of us wanted Pavel’s influence to linger in there. “You’ve got a meeting soon.”

“Shh.” He lowered to kiss me quiet.

“And I want to speak to the chef again.”

He furrowed his brows. “You’re talking about another man while your husband fucks you?”

I ignored his teasing. I knew he wasn’t mad. He knew that I loved and wanted him, only him. “It’s going to feel like a real family around here, Alek.” I lost my roll, moaning at his dick filling me so well. “Starting with the big dinner tonight with all your closest men.”

He smiled, laughing once as he fucked me. “A big dinner? Why so formal?”

“To celebrate.”

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