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Roman comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into the heat of his body. “We bought it when you told us you were pregnant. The estate is great, but…” He sighs. “It’s not the best place to raise a family, and well, we’re thinking of our retirement too.”

I laugh, sinking into his hold. “A bit young to retire, aren’t you? Even Daddy.”

“Brat,” Hunt huffs, and he walks over to us, a smile on his lips as he cups my face in both his hot palms. “The Shadows are everything I’ve ever known, but it’s not safe, and now that we are to become fathers, we don’t want our kid—or kids to grow up without us.” I swallow hard, my heart fluttering inside my chest. “We have others who can take over for us, and although you can never fully leave the life, we can take a step back.”

“You’d do that? For me?” My voice trembles because this is just so big. They’re the Shadows.

“We’d do so much more, Lamb,” Rowan states, coming to stand by Hunt. “Plus, someone has got to keep Niky boy here out of trouble, seeing as he’ll be a big important mafia boss and all.”

“Still not my name,” Nik sighs, using his fingers to gently turn my face towards him. “But he’s right. Running the Bratva won’t be completely safe, and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have at my back.”

“But they’re not Russian,” I blurt, and his lips tip up as he chuckles.

“They can still be made men,Malyshka.”

“I’m not wearing a fucking suit all the time,” Hunt declares, his enormous arms crossed over his broad chest. I gaze up and down his body, licking my lips at all the muscles he doesn’t bother to hide. He raises a brow when I get back to his face, and I blush at being caught so blatantly checking him out.

“I don’t know, Daddy,” I purr, Roman nuzzling my neck and making heat zap down my spine. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in one more often.”

I let my gaze wander again as Ro places soft kisses against my skin. An image of Hunt in a suit, his trousers undone, and me on my knees in front of him flashes in my mind, and a small moan leaves my lips.

“What did you just think about, Peaches?” Hunt asks, his voice low and husky as he closes the small distance between us. His scent of rosemary and mint overwhelms me, along with a male musk because we’ve been travelling all day, and it should be off-putting, but it’s not. Instead, it makes my head spin with need.

“How I’d like you in a suit so I could get on my knees for you, Daddy,” I confess, Roman sucking lightly on my neck. Myeyelids flutter at the pleasure that rolls through me before I remember we are not alone.

“Don’t worry, Peaches. The others went upstairs to their rooms. Ours is on the ground floor,” Hunt assures me, no doubt seeing my slight panic that I was about to get hot and heavy with my guys regardless of Andrei, Dima, and Bubby. “And we don’t need me in a suit for that, though I thought I was still under an Iris ban?”

“No bans tonight,” I whisper, licking my dry lips. “I need you all tonight. Please.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

“TALK DIRTY” BY DANIEL DI ANGELO

IRIS

Hunt gives me a masculine smirk that I swear floods my knickers.

“Good girl, let’s show you our new room then.”

He takes my hand and pulls me from Roman’s grasp, who grumbles but lets me go anyway when Nik wraps a hand around the back of his neck. Hunt leads me underneath one of the mezzanine levels, opening a beautiful oak door into the biggest room I’ve ever seen.

My mouth gapes at its sheer size, plus the French doors that clearly lead outside, though there are sheer curtains pulled partway across, which gives an illusion of privacy. I get little time to appreciate that they’ve mixed all our styles in here too and that it’s a riot of deep jewel colours before Hunt pulls me to the biggest fucking bed I’ve ever seen in my life.

“As much as I want you on your knees for me, baby, we need to be careful,” Hunt tells me, and I whimper. I just want himso badly I can’t think straight. “Shhh, love. Daddy will take care of you, and you can have my dick in that pretty mouth. We just need to adapt.”

He lets go of my hand, reaching for my oversize jumper, pulling it over my head, and leaving me in a soft bralette that my tits are already trying to fall out from even though I only got it recently.

“Goddamn, baby,” he rasps, his eyes hooded as he stares at my chest.

Suddenly, my breasts fall free, the fabric of my bra fluttering down my arms.

“Roo!” I hiss, twisting to glance over my shoulder. He’s standing behind me, shirtless, a knife glinting in his hand.

“It was too small for you anyway, Lamb,” he says, flipping the blade closed and pocketing it. “Plus, Hunt likes you naked. We all do.”

I moan as a hot mouth wraps around my nipple, Hunt’s tongue flicking and playing with the sensitive peak.

“He’s not wrong, Peaches,” he says, groaning when he sucks my nipple again. “God, I can’t wait until these are full of milk for our son.”

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