Page 36 of The Bratva King's Kidnapped Bride

My teeth sank into his muscular shoulder, my nails dug into his arms as I bounced on his big cock. The rain pattered down on us steadily as he kept driving into me. A wave of pleasure hit me all at once, making me cry out. The sound echoed across the hills surrounding us, and he kept going, his feral groan turning into a shout. With one last thrust, I felt him shoot his seed inside me, and I cried out again.

No, I never wanted this to end.

His arms tightened around my back as I melted in a puddle against him. Pressed close to his chest, the pounding of his heart filled my ear. The rain cooled our sweaty bodies but stopped by the time we caught our breath.

“Did the stars tell you it was going to rain?” he asked, adjusting the lounge chair so we could lie in a more comfortable position.

I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at his teasing face. “Maybe I should have been a meteorologist instead of a cook.”

“What do you think you’ll do with your free time now that I’ve loosened up the reins?”

I made a small whinnying noise like a pony and instantly flooded with embarrassment. “I don’t mind the reins,” I said. “I like being yours.”

He pulled me closer. “Good. But I want you to be happy and know you can do what you want.”

“I might start shopping again,” I told him.

“Didn’t get enough today?” he asked. “I nearly broke my neck, tripping over all your packages when I got home.”

I could tell he was joking and hoped he’d keep the playful tone as I explained that I wanted to start picking out my ingredients for the lunch boxes again. Olga did a great job, but I missed chatting and haggling with the vendors more than I thought I would. He didn’t like that idea, but was only mildly frowning.

“I think I might miss making the deliveries, too,” I said.

“Absolutely not,” he said, all playfulness gone, his frown in full force.

“Why not? I said you could assign me a guard.”

“Why do you want to do it?” he asked. “Do you think you need to earn money?”

“It’s not the money,” I said, though, of course, it was. It was always the bottom line since I wouldn’t be the lofty Mrs. Fokin forever. “It’s about the sense of accomplishment. And, sure, actually, why shouldn’t I earn money?”

“Because you’re my wife.”

I sighed. “You’re being old-fashioned. Just like thinking you need a boy heir.”

“That’s my old-fashioned father. And I don’t want Nat—never mind.”

Was he about to say he didn’t want Nataliye to be part of his family business? That had me curious, but he continued before I could ask, complaining about his brothers refusing to settle down. As the oldest and most responsible, it all fell on him.

I wanted to argue that I was also the oldest and most responsible in my family, but I decided to take the win of getting to go to the market and forget about deliveries for now.

“When will I get to meet the rest of your family?” I asked. “Out of all those siblings, I’ve only met Lev and Mila.”

He seemed pleased I was changing the subject and relaxed, his hands roaming down my sides. “We could have a party the next time your sister comes home. And Nataliye will be back for Christmas as well.”

Well, I jumped right into that hole, and I scrambled for a way to get off the subject of family. I’d already arranged for Jenna to take a ski trip for her Christmas break. It was something she always wanted to do, but we’d never had the extra money, and I was normally adamant about all of us being together for the holidays. I landed on the perfect distraction.

“So what if I get pregnant and it’s not a boy?” I asked.

His hand slid to my belly, and he rumbled low in his throat. “I’d adore that baby, and we’d keep trying. I could see us having at least ten children.”

I choked until I saw his grin. “Ten tyrants.”

“Never,” he said.

“Uh, Nat’s a little bit spoiled,” I informed him. And I was being generous.

“You spoil your sister,” he countered. “What wouldn’t you give up for her happiness? You don’t have to tell me because I already know you gave up your own chance to go to college for her.”

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