Page 23 of Reign of Psychos

“Is he dead?” I’d heard nothing to say he was, but maybe the news hadn’t broken yet.

“No, sadly not.” My eyebrows shot up as I lay next to her on the bed.

“Then what happened?”

“The DIA arrested him early this morning. Fausto arranged for a ton of evidence to reach the antimafia task force in the event of his untimely death. He told me just before…” Her voice trailed off and I saw the tears in her eyes. “He told me he had enough evidence saved to make sure Dad never saw the light of day again.”

“And what makes you think it will stick? He’s likely bought his way out of charges before.”

“He’s run out of cash, so he can’t pay people off any longer.”

My anger and frustration at her inability to ask for help faded. In a way, I understood her need to go it alone. Relying on other people was dangerous. I’d learned that lesson many times.

But she wasn’t alone now. She had me, and she also had them. Even if I would have preferred to covet her all to myself, I recognized she needed all of us.

“Is the baby mine?” I asked once she’d finished telling me about Francesco’s arrest. From her sharp intake of breath, she wasn’t expecting me to jump right in and cut to the chase. But I’d had a week to digest the news.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But it seems likely. I was always careful with the others. Then her eyes narrowed. “If I’m pregnant, it’s your fault for not using a condom.”

I moved over her, caging her in with my arms, knowing full well she could escape if she chose to. But she didn’t try.

“Do you think I’m upset about you carrying my baby,kotekok?”

“Are you?” The hint of anxiety in her eyes told me she thought I might be, which sent a stab of pain through my gut. My kitten never needed to be scared of me. If anything, I should probably be scared of her. If I pissed her off badly enough, she would likely stab me in my sleep.

“No.” I brushed my lips against hers, breathing in her vanilla scent. Her mouth tasted of mint and strawberries. Fresh and tempting. “Why would I be upset?”

“We’re young. You’re the Russian mafia heir. The whole world thinks I’m a slut. Do I need any more reasons?”

I growled. I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought, and if anyone said something derogatory about Thea in my presence, they were dead.

“My father will be happy I’ve sired an heir this quickly. It took him forever to produce me.” I nuzzled her neck, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest. They felt bigger, and I was dying to get my mouth on them. “Besides, you’re mine, so I plan to put a lot more babies in your belly.”

“Babies?” She almost choked on the word.

“Yes,kotenok,” I replied, smiling at her outraged expression. “Babies. I’m going to fill you full of my cum every single day, so of course we’ll have lots of little ones running around in a few years.”

“You are literally insane. I wasn’t planning to haveanykids.” She scowled at me and then muttered, “It’s not like I have any wonderful role models. I’ll probably be a shit mother.”

The way she constantly put herself down irritated the fuck out of me. She was amazing,perfect, and I knew she’d make a fantastic mother to our many children.

“Stop,” I ordered, gripping her jaw. “I didn’t exactly have a functional upbringing either, but our children will be loved.”

I could tell she didn’t believe me, but that was OK. I’d smother her and our baby in so much love she’d soon forget about her shit-stain of a father.

“Kyril…” she moaned softly as my erection rubbed her clit. There was nothing but a few thin layers of fabric between us, and I was desperate for her.

“Yes, baby?” I trailed my lips down her jaw, wishing we could stay locked in this room for hours. Outside, I heard the low murmur of conversation. No doubt Dario was busy filling the others in on Francesco’s imprisonment. Thea hadn’t mentioned Francesco’s guard dog but now was not the time to ask.

Maybe once I’d had my fill of her, I’d press for more details. But first, my little kitten and I needed to get reacquainted.

“Stop! I need a shower.”

I shuffled down the bed and pressed my nose into her pussy. “You smell like fucking perfection to me.” Before she could protest any further, I pulled her stretchy pants down her legs, baring her pussy. Slick wetness coated her slit, telling me she’d missed my cock just as much as he’d missed her.

Before she could utter any more pointless protests, I dived right in, lapping up her juices with abandon. Her bitching soon turned to moans of pleasure. Moans loud enough to attract attention from outside the room.

I smirked to myself. It would do those fuckers good to hear how well I pleased our girl. And if any of them wanted to join in? Well, that was fine with me.

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