Page 75 of Delicious Prey

“Da-da!” she screams, immediately trying to run for him.

His gorgeous face lights up when he hears her screaming for him. I laugh as she squeezes the hell out of my finger and walks as fast as her unsteady toddler legs will allow. He closes the distance with a laugh and scoops her up into his arms, talking to her in Russian while he covers her face in kisses. She giggles and rests her hands against his face. Her curious fingers find the scar that trails down the side of his face, but when Kirill pretends to try and bite her arm, she laughs again and drops her hand to rest on his shoulder. He’s in nothing but black swim trunks, and the sight of him is hard to look away from, especially when it’s our daughter he’s holding up against that sculpted, tattooed chest.

I realize he’s caught me staring when he leans close and whispers in my ear, “Later you can tell me what you were thinking while eye-fucking me, zaika.”

Before he pulls back, he gives my ear a soft suck that nearly has my eyes rolling back in my head. How can one man be so damn good with his mouth? He pulls back and gives me a wink. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to the water. I follow him in, the three of us enjoying the clear, blue sea while the sun shines down and the dogs play on the beach.

Natalya laughs as Kirill holds her out so she can kick her legs and arms. He doesn’t let her go, but I’m guessing she’s going to be swimming before too long. With a lifejacket and floaties, and maybe a leash tied to her ankle, of course. I hold my arms out and when she tries to get to me, Kirill hands her off. I pull her close while he grabs me and pulls the two of us against him.

“Life doesn’t get any better than this,” he says, pressing his lips to mine.

“No, it doesn’t,” I agree.

“I mean, we need several more babies, of course, but what we have here is pretty damn perfect.”

I laugh and kiss him again. I know he’s more than ready to get me pregnant again, but I need more time between them. I haven’t even lost all the baby weight yet, and I’m just now feeling like I’m not walking around like an exhausted zombie.

“Whenever you’re ready, little bunny,” he says, reading my thoughts. “Just let me know, baby, and I’ll make it happen.”

I have no doubt about that. Since I stopped breastfeeding, I got on the pill so we don’t have to worry about condoms, but he’s made it clear that whenever I want to throw them out, he’s A-okay with it. I rest my head against his shoulder while he holds us and the waves gently lap against our bodies.

When Natalya starts getting hungry we head inside. Kirill and I cook supper together while Natalya plays next to Peanut. After we’ve eaten, it’s bath time, and then Kirill rocks her while he reads her a story in Russian. She points to the pictures of animals after he says the word in Russian, and I swear this little genius is going to be fluent in English, Greek, and Russian by the time she’s five.

I smile at the way she looks at her daddy. She has no idea she’s cuddling up with a lethal hitman. She just sees her daddy when she looks at him—the man who loves her unconditionally, reads her bedtime stories, and always has time to play and laugh with her. She’s lucky to have him. She’s lucky to have a dad who looks at her like the whole world is centered around her. Some people say you shouldn’t spoil babies, but I think everyone deserves to be the sun in someone’s universe at least once in their life. When Kirill looks up and smiles at me, I realize how lucky I am that he makes me feel that way every damn day.

We tuck Natalya in and smother her with kisses so she’ll fall asleep feeling safe and completely loved. With the nightlight on and Peanut in the dog bed that he now prefers to sleep in by her crib, we leave the nursery while she drifts off to sleep.

I don’t get very far before a pair of strong arms come up on either side of me, blocking me in against the wall. His mouth finds my neck, giving me a hard enough bite to make me gasp. He licks the sting away and nibbles a line along my shoulder. I reach a hand behind me, running it over the front of his jeans. A moan escapes when I feel the hard length of him.

“Find something you like, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” I squeeze him through his jeans, smiling at the deep groan he gives.

“Let me hear it, little bunny. Tell me how much you want my big cock.”

He presses harder against me when I move my hand. The hard length of him against my ass makes it hard to think, but when I rest my hands on his and he runs his tongue up my neck, I find my voice.

“Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”

“You want my dick, baby?”

“Yes,” I say in a breathy rush.

“You wet for me?” His teeth nip at my earlobe, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. When I nod my head, he whispers, “Prove it.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I slide one hand down my pants, running a finger along my soaking wet slit before bringing it up to his waiting mouth. He takes one look at my glistening finger before letting out a deep groan and wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. The feel of his tongue running along my skin has me more than ready to feel it between my legs. I’m squirming by the time he lets me go.

“Good girl,” he growls before picking me up and carrying me into our room. Setting me down, I immediately fall to my knees before him, earning me a pleased smile as he runs his hands through my hair. “Take off my belt, baby.”

My hands shake as I reach up and undo the black leather belt that always makes me blush a little bit when I see it. When the leather strap slides loose of the last belt loop, I hold it up for him, but he just slowly shakes his head. He waits to see what I’ll do with it. I think about binding my wrists like we’ve done before, but tonight I’m feeling a little feisty. Tonight, I want to try something new. His eyes narrow when he sees me put the belt around my neck, slowly tightening it. It’s tight, but not tight enough to cut off my air. By the time I hook it closed, his jaw is so tense I can see the veins in his throat standing out against his skin. I meet the eyes that are definitely hurricane-level stormy grey and hold the belt strap up for him to take.

He grabs it, wrapping it around his hand until I’m forced closer. “In ten seconds you better have my cock out and down your throat, or you’re going to feel the sting of this belt on your ass.”

“Goddamn,” I whisper, nearly orgasming on the spot.

“One,” he says, reminding me that I’d better get my ass in gear. I reach up and work on his pants, but my hands are shaking in my excitement and it takes longer than normal. He’s already to seven by the time I’m pulling his thick shaft free. I waste one precious second admiring how beautiful he looks with the veins trailing up his length and the arousal that’s already coating him. By the time I wrap my lips around him, he’s at nine. I suck in a quick breath and lower down, taking him in fully, not even giving my gag reflex a chance to realize what’s going on.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls, fisting my hair with one hand and the belt with the other. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

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