Page 61 of Stolen By the Bratva King

David leans in again, like his mouth is a magnet to mine. His fingers twine with mine. “I want you,” he groans.

“I’m so sorry for the way I treated you.” I try to pull him off me again, but he just tugs me harder toward him.

“You don’t need to be sorry. I put you in danger. I will never make that mistake again.” His voice is a low rumble against my ear.

“I want to be with you.” I sigh against his lips. “I missed you so much.”

“I thought about you every second we were apart,” he murmurs against my neck.

“Me too.” I rake my hands across his shoulders.

“Why aren’t you naked yet?” He’s getting impatient. His kisses are becoming more possessive.

“I need to tell you something,” I say weakly, but he has me under his spell.

“Let’s never be apart again,” He whispers.

“I’d like that.” I moan as his lips scatter kisses against my neck. He’s sensual and tender one minute, then possessive and urgent the next. I’m addicted to it.

He devours me in kisses again, until I can’t breathe. I’m swirling through the pleasure, completely lost in it.

“I’m craving you so bad, baby,” he groans against my lips. “Let me fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I moan. “But I need to tell you something first.”

“Tell me you want me,” he says. “Tell me what you want me to do to your sexy body.”

My heart hammers through my eardrums. “David, please.”

He nips at my collarbone with his teeth. “I need to touch you. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

David lifts me by my hips and carries me to the bedroom, giving me greedy kisses all the way. He stops when he gets to the bed. He carefully puts me down and points to the box sitting in the center of the mattress. “What’s this?”

I clasp my hands together and sway in place, grinning, still reeling from the heat of the make-out session.

“This is what I need to tell you.” I glance at the box that I’ve wrapped in polka dot wrapping paper.

“A present?” His eyes widen.

I shift, my stomach a ball of jitters. “Well, Ihopeyou will consider it a present.”

While Vlad was staying here with me, I asked him about David’s avid record collection. I looked through all the records he has on his shelf, and admired the way he has it set up, and how expensive and elegant his record player is.

I asked Vlad about David’s favorite music, and the Russian artists he listens to the most. Vlad helped me pick out the perfect gift.

I lift it off the bed. “For you.”

David takes it, curiosity etching his features, studying me as he carefully tears at the edges of the paper.

His eyes widen when he opens the box. He slowly lifts out a white baby onesie with his favorite Russian rock star’s emblem on it.

“What is this?” He’s half laughing, half shaking his head.

I take his hand and squeeze it. “This is what I needed to tell you. I’m pregnant.”

“You’re…pregnant?” He eyes me with shock on his face, a smile curving his mouth. “Really?”

I nod, tears pooling in my eyes. “Yes. I found out a few days ago. I asked Vlad about your favorite band, and he had this put on a baby onesie for you. Our baby can wear it.”

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