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After reviewing the floor plan, we went over the photos the listing agent took. The kitchen is big and is pretty much all white. There are a bunch of black squares in the tile on the floor, which gives it a decent contrast, and the black color carries throughout the kitchen in subtle ways. It seems so modern and beautiful, and it would be a dream to cook in a kitchen like that.
The living area is massive and has gold wallpaper lining the walls. It’s the type of wallpaper that you know had to have cost quite a bit of money. There’s a matching gold carpet on the floor with cream-colored designs on it, and a bit of black is in it as well.
Next to the living room is a small sitting room, and that’s where the door that leads into the condo is. It’s a bit bigger than a foyer, big enough to have two couches lining the walls. There are coat hangers and some sort of dresser with candles and small décor as well.
We look over the bedrooms, and each is just as big as the others. One of them is even plain in a gray color and would be perfect to start a nursery.
Overall, this place looks amazing. “What do you think of it?”
“I think it’s gorgeous.” I waste no time telling Ruslan exactly how I feel.
He nods once. “All right, then I’ll schedule an appointment for us in three days.”
“Three days?”
“Yes, we’ll leave for Grozny the day after tomorrow. It’ll give us one day to rest. The more I think about it, the more I don’t want you doing too much right now. I’m sure you’ll get tired a lot easier, and I want you to rest as much as you can.”
Ruslan cares so much about our child and me already. He seemed so eager to look at listings the day we arrived in Grozny, and now he’s willing to wait a day. He’s putting my needs and our child’s above his own excitement, and I’m sure it’s a sneak peek at what kind of father he’ll be.
I take Ruslan’s phone out of his hand and sit it down on the coffee table, then straddle his hips on the couch. I’m wearing a purple dress that fans out around my hips. He raises both of his brows as I make my movement, staring me up and down. He knows what I’m doing, and he can’t fool me one bit.
I cup his face with both of my hands, and he smirks. “You’re a very determined woman.”
“Yes, I know. And you’re very willing to give me what I want,” I point out with a sly smile, and Ruslan throws his head back in laughter. It’s the deep-belly type of laughter I love to hear from him.
“You’re right, malen'kiy Krolik. You’re very right.” Ruslan comments as I grind my hips against his. I want his cock to come to life because I need him. I need to feel his hands all over my body. I need to feel all the pleasure I know he’ll bring. Earlier today, I was so stressed out, and now I need him to take it away from me.
He grabs my hand and puts it over his hardening shaft, so I run my hand along it until he’s rock-hard. I lick my lips and swallow because I know he’s going to fuck me well. I can see it in his eyes, how he’s trying so desperately to hold back even though he doesn’t want to.
Ruslan paws at the buttons of my dress and pops every one of them free. He pulls the cups of my bra down and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking and gnawing while he rolls the other between his fingers. I moan lightly at his actions, and my pussy ignites with more need than I know what to do with.
I roll my hips against his, and he takes his hands down to his pants to undo them. He pulls his cock out and moves between my thighs, shoving my panties to the side as he sinks me down onto his hardness. I release a breath when he’s completely inside me, and Ruslan places his hands on my hips.
I rock up and down on him, but he quickly moves my body to the speed he wants. It isn’t long before he’s lifting me off his cock and putting me on my back on the couch. He rids himself of his pants and boxers and pushes my legs back. They settle right over his shoulders, and he rams himself deep inside me. I’m so wet that every time he drills inside of me, a sloshing sound can be heard. He wastes no time bringing me to the cusp of my orgasm, and he soon follows me, but he drags it out as long as he can.
This is why I love Ruslan Umarova because he’s only ever made me feel cherished and appreciated. There isn’t any other man on this planet who can make me feel this great, and he’s the one I’ll be spending the rest of my life with.
Ruslan is everything I need… and nothing I knew I craved.
Epilogue
Ruslan
One Year Later
As I sit on the couch looking over emails from this morning, Karim’s low cry pulls me from my work. Amelia was up with him most of the night, so I didn’t wake her up this morning. I didn’t want to. She’s been exhausted a majority of the time since Karim’s birth, and I told her she needs to take care of herself too. She tells me it’s her job to take care of Karim and that I need to focus on my work, but Karim isn’t just her child. He’s mine, too, and therefore, it’s my responsibility to step up. I’ll never be the type of father who says he’s “babysitting” or “watching” his own kids. They’re going to be my children, and I want to split the duties between Amelia and me. After all, she can’t be running on empty all the time.
I rise and head for his nursery, which Amelia decorated herself. I may have put together the furniture in here and hung the shelves on the walls, but she had the entire concept. It’s an African safari theme, and she has everything from an oversized stuffed giraffe in the corner of the room to a hamper that looks like an elephant. She even had Eset paint a lion, and it hangs over Karim’s crib. It’s something that doesn’t look too childish, and I think as Karim grows up, it could always stay here in his room.
I scoop him into my arms and hush him, but he doesn’t calm down. I check his diaper, and sure enough, it’s soiled. I whisper to him as I put him on the changing table and proceed to clean him up, finally putting a new diaper on him. I take it upon myself to change his clothes while I’m at it. He might be a bit cold, so I put him in a onesie. He really likes these because they cover his feet.
Once he’s freshly changed, Karim calms down, and it’s obvious he’s awake for a while. I carry him in one arm to the kitchen and pull out some breast milk from the fridge. Amelia pumps, and it goes into this bag. Each time she pumps, it goes into a different one, and we keep fresh milk in the fridge for when she’s out of the house or asleep. I never want to wake her unless I have to. I pour the milk into a bottle and insert it into the bottle warmer. In a couple of minutes, he’ll have a bottle warmed perfectly. It’ll be warm enough to keep him happy but not too hot to burn his lips.
Lom’s supposed to be arriving here any minute, but he told me that right as Karim started crying. He’s in town for a couple of days, and then he’s returning to Atlanta to handle something. He’s been there making sure everything’s going well with the Steeles, and it’s been flowing perfectly. There hasn’t been one hiccup with them, and I’m grateful for it. In the beginning, there were a lot of people happy that I took what belonged to me, but as time settled, a few issues arose. Issues my brothers and I had handled before they ever came to the light of day.
Lom has a key to the condo Amelia and I purchased. It’s the one we looked at that day in Atlanta. We came here and fell in love with not only the condo but also the location. The balcony was a big plus for Amelia. She sits outside a lot with Karim. She says she likes the fresh air, but I know she also likes hearing the hustle and bustle of the city.
Nazyr and Eset share the townhome I already owned since our mother did kick them out. I had movers grab whatever she hadn’t already destroyed. Nazyr was lucky, but Eset had her entire art studio destroyed by our mother. She had pieces that took days and days to create, but our mother was so furious she ruined whatever she wanted without any regard for my sister’s feelings. We all know she thinks she’s in the right. She still does. She thinks we were wrong for doing what we did to Anzor, but he deserved it.
