Page 47 of Thorns of Love
SIXTEEN
KONSTANTIN
My hands roamed her bare back, her skin soft under my rough palms.
Her hair was like silk brushing against my knuckles. That fucker could have snuffed the life right out of her, and it made my throat tighten.
I’d been in love with this woman for almost a decade.
It wasn’t lust. It was love. Devotion. She was my lightning. My rain. My sunshine. My moon. She was someone I couldn’t live without.
I was buried deep inside her and the fear of losing her made my blood burn hotter, searing the wordmineinto my chest. I wanted to blast it to the entire world so they’d know whose wrath they’d incur if they came close to her.
The Yakuza knew I married Tatiana. Yet, they still came after her. That chip had to be found or they’d never stop trying. And if Amon lost his allegiance to our organization, we’d lose all leverage over them.
Marchetti was a fool to let the wedding proceed.
Goddamn it!
We hadn’t made progress on that chip for weeks now. It hadn’t exactly been a priority. I was too focused on Tatiana and stalking her. But now, I had to get my head in the game. There were more lives at stake. My wife and our children.
“Illias.” Tatiana’s soft voice stopped my thoughts. Her breath was like a caress against my neck. My fingers ran through her hair. Her fingernails pushed into the hair at my nape and I could feel them against my scalp. “We need to talk.”
I stiffened. The words ‘We need to talk’never bode well for anyone. In our world, someone was usually shot. And knowing my wife, she probably had a gun handy somewhere.
“Talk, Wife.”
“I need you to start being honest with me.” She shifted, locking her gaze with mine. “I’m not a tool for you to use. Foranyoneto use.” She accentuated the word. “Hurt me or the babies or use us in any way, and you’ll see what being a Nikolaev means.”
A sardonic breath left me. Somehow it didn’t surprise me that she was threatening me. The truth was I wouldn’t want this woman any other way. And if I ever turned like my bastard father, I knew she’d kill me to protect our children. And fuck it, I’d hope she succeeded.
“Duly noted wife,” I acknowledged. “And I agree. You and our babies are most important.”
Her expression softened. My fierce queen needed reassurance too.
My hands lowered to her hips that would soon widen to allow her to give birth to our babies. Twins. Warmth and love flared, spreading through my chest.
“Hmm.” Then because I couldn’t wait to hear it, I asked. “Are you happy?” Her eyes sought mine in confusion. “About the twins?”
She smiled and the stars in her eyes shimmered like the brightest diamonds. Seeing them hit me in the chest. I wanted nothing more than to see her happy.
“Yes,” she whispered, leaning back studying my face. “So happy.”
My dick began to harden inside her at the sight she gave me. Her perfect breasts, already growing bigger with the pregnancy.
“How many children do you want?” I asked her the same question she refused to answer yesterday. I nipped her bottom lip. “I want to know.”
God, I couldn’t wait to see a little blonde angel running around her mama, wearing a matching Chanel dress.
Her gaze came to mine, a little crease between her brows. “That depends on you, Illias.”
I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, trailing my mouth down her cheek and tracing it along her jaw. “Many, moya luna. I want many children with you.”
She tilted her head, giving me better access. Her soft moans drove me mad. I thrust my hips upwards, feeling her insides clench around my shaft greedily.
“You misunderstood me,” she murmured, still straddling my lap and rocking her hips shallowly.
Fuck, my dick throbbed, eager for another round of her tight, wet pussy. My cum dripped down her thighs and I ran my fingers upward and brought it to her lips. Like an obedient wife, her mouth parted and I smeared my cum over her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip of my finger, then nipped it gently. But watching her lick the cum off her lips drove me to the edge of insanity.
