Page 61 of Captured By the Bratva

I splash water on my face, the cold shock momentarily grounding me in reality. It’s been a week since everything happened, but I still can’t fully process it. The betrayal, the violence, and the aftermath—everything feels like a blur, a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

I take a deep breath and dry my face with a towel before heading back into the bedroom. Kirill is there, having just returned from work. He looks exhausted, but there’s a calmness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Kirill,” I say softly, sitting next to him on the bed. “I want to talk about something.”

He turns to me, his gaze steady and attentive. “What is it?”

“The danger is gone,” I begin, trying to find the right words. “Caleb is dead. You don’t have to protect me anymore. We don’t need to live together anymore.”

Kirill’s eyes darken slightly, and he looks at me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. “The contract was for six months,” he says firmly. “Whatever is decided, you are not leaving a day before that.”

I nod, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. “What about after that? After six months, do we just… depart?”

There’s a heavy silence between us, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air. I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of what he’s thinking, but his expression remains unreadable.

Finally, I gather the courage to reveal the truth that’s been weighing on me. “Kirill,” I say, my voice trembling. “I’m pregnant.”

The words hang in the air, and I see the shock register on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. The silence stretches, filled with a thousand unspoken questions.

I place a hand on my stomach, my heart pounding in my chest. “I found out a few days ago. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Kirill’s eyes soften. “You sure?”

I nod, tears welling up in my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I took the test three times to be certain.”

He takes a moment to process this, his expression shifting from shock to a slow, dawning realization. Then, a wide grin spreads across his face. “Now you can’t ever leave me,” he says, voice low.

He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly. “I can’t wait to have a family with you, Violet. Let’s make this marriage real. I want you. I love you,” he confesses, his eyes locking on to mine with a fierce intensity.

I feel a rush of emotions, my heart swelling with a love I hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. “I love you too, Kirill,” I whisper, my voice choked with tears. “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

He wipes away my tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and tender. “We’ll do this together, Violet. We’ll be a family. Our family.”

I nod, a smile breaking through my tears. “Yes, together.”

He kisses me then, a deep, passionate kiss that conveys everything words can’t. It’s a kiss filled with promise, love, and the shared understanding that we’re embarking on a new journey together. When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against his, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine.

“We’ll need to plan,” I say softly, my mind already racing with thoughts of the future. “There’s so much to do.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time,” Kirill assures me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “For now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”

I nod, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that has surrounded us, this moment feels perfect. I lean into Kirill’s embrace, letting myself bask in the warmth and safety of his arms.

“We’ll tell everyone when the time is right,” Kirill continues, his voice a gentle murmur. “For now, it’s just our little secret.”

“Our secret,” I repeat, the words feeling like a promise between us.

He kisses me again, softer this time, a lingering touch that makes my heart flutter. “I love you, Violet. More than anything.”

“I love you too, Kirill,” I reply, my voice filled with all the emotion I can’t put into words.

His hands begin to roam my body, his touch reverent and tender. It’s softer than before, more intimate, as he strips me of my clothes. He undresses me slowly, taking his time to savor each moment, each inch of skin he uncovers.

His fingers trail down my neck, over my shoulders, and across my arms, leaving a path of tingling warmth in their wake. He pauses to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me shiver with desire. His lips follow the path his hands have taken, kissing every part of me as if he’s memorizing the feel and taste of my skin.

When he reaches my stomach, he pauses, his lips brushing against the slight curve of my belly. “How long have you known?” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

“Only a few days,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I took the tests on Tuesday when the morning sickness started.”

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