Page 36 of Forced Pregnant Bride

“I want you to eat first. I was making breakfast for myself and thought you should have some, too. It’s soufflé pancake and some weird vegetable and cheese recipe I tried out.” Grinning, she dipped her finger in what looked like sauce and slid it into her mouth. “It doesn’t taste bad, I promise.”

I opened my mouth, but she pushed further before I got a word out.

“But…but if you don’t like it, I made some waffles, eggs, and bacon on the side to compensate.”

The space she put between us was probably the most logical thing she’d done because, while the whole world could probably see the outline of my hard-on from where I stood,Icould clearly see the picture in front of me.

This ray of sunshine, who liked yellow and black striped dresses, enjoyed baking and cooking, and sang in the shower when she thought no one was listening, who also happened to be my wife, deserved a man who was notme.She deserved someone who would give her the world and happiness, someone who would raise children with her and teach them morals and how to begoodpeople. She deserved a quiet, peaceful life.

Whereas I….

Once our children turned thirteen, they were going to learn how to hold a fucking gun and use it, and it wouldn’t just be for self-defense. Fuck no. At that age, they’d already understand what it meant to be wary of enemies, how to wind the windows up when they entered a certain neighborhood because they could become targets if they were recognized, how to never trust anyone, and how to expect death always lurking.

Our children were going to be threats, the ones who snatched lollipops without apologizing.

But Serena didn’t know all that. She was so fucking innocent, it made me want to slap her or shoot something. The light in her eyes took me back to last night. As I watched her shatter on top of me after her fourth orgasm, she collapsed on my chest, skimming light kisses down the ridges on my torso, and paused when her eyes touched every small scar on my body.

She’d wanted to know what happened to me, but I wouldn’t tell her. And then those eyes of hers held mine with an immense wave of sympathy. She didn’t say it, but I knew in that pure heart of hers she wished I didn’t have to go through any of the things that had forged me into the man I turned out to be today.

Without any warning, she’d willingly kissed me, buried all of her unspoken words in the simplest gesture, and allowed me to take her the fifth time, even when I knew she was sore.

She could be a fucking martyr if given a chance.

While I could possibly give her the whole world, the world I’d threatened her with didn’t have happiness to offer. We couldn’t have fucking pancakes or bacon without looking over our shoulders. I was ruining her life, robbing her of a happy and bright future, and she didn’t even know it. I shouldn’t have fucking cared; I’d killed hundreds of men, rewired the destinies of men like her brother, and I’d done it without a hitch.

But somehow, knowing I was hurting Serena didn’t sit right with me. That knowledge twisted uncomfortably in my gut until it felt like I’d been fucking punched in the heart.

I should have stayed away and kept her at arms-length instead of planting vain ideas into her pretty head that I could be that husband for her. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to start now.

Turning to the side, I grabbed the gun holster from the kitchen island and spoke loud enough in Russian for Klavdia to hear. “Send a Blini and buckwheat up. I’ll be in my study.”

“A Blini?” Klavdia protested, responding in Russian. “Are you saying—”

“You know I am not a fan of repeating myself, woman.”

“Then, what should I do with your wife’s cooking? Throw it away?”

Rage was slowly seeping in, and it was taking everything not to blow up in their faces. “Feed them to the fucking dogs if you have to! Don’t fucking argue with me. Just do what I’ve asked you to.”

“The dogs?” Klavdia accidentally blurted in English, but it was enough to make Serena panic.

“The dogs…. What’s wrong with the dogs? What’s happening?”

I turned around to see my wife’s confusion. Her brows were drawn, and her smile was gone. She didn’t understand what we were saying but was smart enough to notice the shift in my countenance. Frowning, she walked up to my side, put a hand on my bare chest, and stared into my eyes. The blue in them quickly filled with tears, and her lips quivered when she spoke.

“Timur, is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? Is it the food? If it is, I didn’t mean to upset you by it. You don’t have to eat it. Just…don’t yell at Klavdia. I made her do it. Yell at me instead if that will make you feel better.”

Yell at her?

I wanted to fucking laugh as much as having her that close made me want to shoot myself in the fucking foot for putting that frown on her face.

Fuck!

I was fucked.

No woman ever had such an effect on me.

No one did.

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