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She’s safe.
She’s mine.
I wrap one of her legs over my hip, position myself against her opening, and press in. I slip into her inch by inch, watching as her lips part.
“Yakov,” she breathes. She holds me tighter, cinching her leg around my lower back to bring me closer. “Fill me. Please. I want you deep.”
I growl against her neck and bury myself to the hilt.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I heard you were pregnant.” I slide out of her and drive in again.
She moans. “I should have told you sooner then.”
How many things would be different if she had? I shove the thought away. We crash together again and again until she’s glistening with sweat and I’m breathless.
I’m strung tight, ready to fucking explode. “Come for me, Luna.” I pin her hands to the mattress and thrust into her, driving her into the pillows. “I want to feel you around me.”
Not even a second later, she cries out as her body clamps down.
“Good girl. Come for me just like that.”
Pulse after pulse of pleasure moves through her, and I feel every wave. I don’t stand a chance. I curse into her skin as I spill into her.
When we’ve caught our breath, I haul her back against my chest again and hold her until she falls asleep.
But I lie there awake for a long time, listening to every inhale and exhale. Waiting for the ghosts in her mind to resurface.
I tell myself she’s safe… but for how much longer?
18
LUNA
I wave my hands when Yakov comes at me with a second plate of blinis and eggs. “I’m full. I swear!”
“You barely ate anything,” he argues. “You’re eating for two now.”
“I don’t think that’s true. The baby is still teeny.”
At fifteen weeks, the baby is just a little over four inches long. Mariya downloaded a pregnancy app on her phone and loves keeping me updated on what animal the baby is closest to in size. Last week, it was a clownfish. Now, I’m carrying a gerbil, apparently.
“It will stay teeny if you keep skipping breakfast.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Eat.”
Outwardly, I groan. Inwardly, my heart is bursting.
Yakov has been protective of me since the moment he found out I was pregnant. But ever since Dr. Jenkins gave us the all-clear for sex, he has been on another level.
“You know, I think this has less to do with the baby and more to do with you wanting my bump to grow.” I fork a bite of blini into my mouth. “It’s time to admit it, Yakov. You are turned on by my baby bump.”
“I already admitted it. Last night, while you were spread out on the bed in front of me,” he says, his voice a deep rumble I feel all the way down to my toes. “And again this morning when you were on top, riding me until you?—”
“I remember,” I squeak out, suddenly flushed.
You look so fucking good carrying my baby, he said, gripping my hips. I could watch you do this for the rest of my life.
Between the guards and Yakov’s household staff, there are way too many people in this mansion for me to get hot and bothered in the middle of the kitchen right now.
“So I was thinking this morning,” I say, changing the subject, “that the name Olivia is really beautiful.”
