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“Take the gun out of my hand,” I tell her and she tilts her head, studying me.

“You can hold it. I trust you.”

She takes it from my palm and holds it between us as I work to get my cock free from my pants and thrust inside her. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, the gun resting on my back as I pound into her, tightening my grip on her throat.

Her mouth falls open, those little breathy moans just setting me on fire with each thrust.

“Is that better, pretty girl? You prefer stretching around my cock, don’t you?”

She nods, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I want to feel you come inside me, big man. I need it.”

A primal growl erupts from my chest and I crash my lips over hers, possessing her. Her nails scratch up my neck as I dive deeper inside of her.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you, pretty girl?” I grunt out.

“Fuck, Miki,” she cries out.

“I want everything with you,” she says as her fingers dig into my throat.

“Good girl. Mine to breed. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Holding her firmly in place, I can feel she’s close. So with a few last thrusts, as hard as I can, pressing the points on her throat to send her wild, she loses it and comes apart on my cock. I join her in release, filling her up with every drop of me.

Mine.

I bite down on her bottom lip and suck, loosening my fingers on her neck.

“You good, baby?” I whisper against her lips.

“I’m very good. Very full.” She teases with a sexy smirk.

“Just how you should be.”

CHAPTER 51

ANASTASIA

Song- Hymn To Virgil, Hozier

Frustration boilsover as I pace the room, my finger slamming down on the dial button again and again, each press a stinging reminder of my mounting anxiety. When it connects to Mikhail’s voicemail, I let out a scream that echoes in my ears. My heart pounds in my chest as I stop, staring at the pregnancy test lying on the bed. The positive one.

Mila brought it for me yesterday, but I’ve been too scared to take it. I know something is off. I don’t have periods because of my pill, but I had a break after the kidnapping ordeal in Russia.

These hormones, tender breasts, nausea. I took a sex ed class in school. It’s enough to make me want to take a test to be sure.

And fuck me, I was right. Now I’m furious.

When I couldn’t find him in the house, I thought I’d check where Zoya was. Surprise, surprise, she also wasn’t there.

He told me he would get rid of her. All her shit is still there. Clearly she’s manipulating him yet again.

It clicks over to voicemail. Fuck. Him.

“Mikhail. You have five minutes to call me back, or I am packing a bag and leaving. I mean it. I need you.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat. I’m petrified. I don’t want to leave him. I love him. Hell, we are starting a family together. Why won’t he answer my calls? Where the hell is he?

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