Page 74 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

We exchange vows and slide the platinum bands we chose a few weeks ago on each other’s fingers, and then finally I’m able to kiss my bride while our guests cheer and clap.

“I love you, Mrs. Fedorov,” I whisper against her lips.

She smiles and wraps her arms around me when I pick her up and swing her around. She laughs and when I put her down, she proves yet again that she knows me better than anyone else ever has or ever will.

“I can tell you’re dying to scream it. Go ahead, Misha, let them all know.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I understand if you want to wait.”

“No, tell them. This is a celebration. Let’s celebrate.”

She laughs when I immediately yell, “We’re having a baby!” to the guests and then pull her in for another kiss while everyone shouts their congratulations in a mix of Russian and English.

The party goes on for most of the night, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off my wife. My men congratulate me and do their damnedest to get me drunk off my ass, but I refuse to spend my wedding night intoxicated, especially since she can’t drink anything except the non-alcoholic champagne we ordered for her. I watch her talking with Nadia, Vadim’s wife, and when I see her pick up his youngest and hold him to her chest, I feel an excitement spread through me that almost makes me dizzy. I can’t wait to see her holding our baby. I can’t wait for so many things with her. I’m still so amazed with how much she’s changed my life. I still stress about work and keeping everything afloat and all our asses out of jail, but the mayor has made sure the cops around here will continue to turn a blind eye to us, and my life isn’t the constant, stressful ordeal that it was. It’s filled with laughter now and more happiness than I ever thought possible.

When Charlie gives Nadia her son back, she turns to me, and I smile and beckon her over. A smile spreads across her beautiful face as she walks towards me. I hold out my hand to her and pull her closer when she takes it.

“Dance with me,zaichik.”

She lets me lead her out to the patio we’ve turned into a dance floor, and when I spin her around before bringing her back snug against my body, she laughs and rests her hands at the nape of my neck. The heels she’s wearing give her a boost of several inches, and as sexy as she is in them, I can’t help but miss her regular height a little bit. I love how much shorter she is than me.

She gives me a soft kiss as we sway to the music. “I kind of like being this tall. It makes kissing you a lot easier.”

“I was just thinking how much I love how short you are.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I love everything about you.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes playfully. “I already saidI do. You can stop buttering me up.”

“Never. The wooing doesn’t stop just because we’re married. Now I’m determined to make sure my wife is always happy and satisfied.”

“Satisfied, huh? I kind of like the sound of that.”

“I figured you would. You’re insatiable, my little thief, but I’ll do my best to give you as many orgasms as you need.” I give an exaggerated sigh. “It’s a difficult burden to bear, but that’s just the kind of selfless guy I am.”

She laughs and brings her lips back to mine. After a kiss that’s not near as long as I want it to be, she whispers, “I kind of wish you could give me one of those orgasms right now.”

I give her bottom lip a soft bite. “Who says I can’t?”

“Misha,” she laughs, looking around at all the guests that are still here. I briefly get a look at Artyom leading the guys in yet another toast, making me wonder just how many bottles of vodka they’re going to go through tonight, before I turn my attention back to my beautiful wife.

“We can’t just leave our own wedding,” she reminds me.

“Wanna bet, sweetheart?”

Before she can answer, I scoop her up in my arms and yell, “Stay as long as you like and thank you for coming.” I laugh at Charlie’s beet-red face. “I’m taking my wife to bed now.”

We disappear inside the house to a chorus of cheers and catcalls while Charlie groans and presses her face into my chest. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she says with a laugh.

“I take my duties as husband very seriously,zaichik.”

She relaxes in my arms as I carry her up the stairs.

“Better enjoy being able to carry me while you can. Soon I’ll be way too heavy for you.” She pats her stomach, and a surge of happiness runs through me at the thought of her slowly growing with our baby.

“You’ll never be too heavy for me, and I can’t fucking wait until you’re swollen with our child, so big you can’t even see your feet.”

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