Page 87 of All the Dangerous Things

I had my hands buried in her hair and guided her head back and forth, controlling the pace and depth of my dick sliding in her throat.

“I don’t deserve you,” I groaned when she gagged again, spit dripping out the corner of her mouth. She tried to pull back, but I kept my hands in her hair and her mouth around my shaft. “But I’m aselfish bastard and not letting you go, even though you’re better than me… deserve someone better than me.” The last part was whispered too low, and I knew she couldn’t hear.

She sucked me hard and long and to the point I was on the verge of coming. But I wanted to have a massive, full load for her tonight when I filled her little, pretty cunt with my cum and watched it slip out of her bared pussy.

So, using all the damn strength I had reserved, I stepped back, hearing my cock popping free of her mouth, and helped her to stand. I cupped either side of her face and kissed her long and deep, my cock throbbing and reminding me I could be draining my balls down her throat and into her belly right about now.

I tasted the salty flavor of my cum on her tongue and groaned because I loved knowing it was my flavor and scent overtaking her.

When she broke away, I was about to forcefully take another kiss from her. She gasped and placed her hand on her belly, and my desire faded fast as fuck. I could see how wide her eyes were as she ran her palm over her bump, and worry was at the forefront of my mind right away.

“What’s wrong?” Gone was my arousal, and in itsplace was my readiness to fix whatever the fuck was going on.

She shook her head and looked up at me at the same time she grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her belly. For a second, neither of us moved or spoke. All I could feel and hear was my heart racing in my ears.

And then I felt it… a slight tap beneath my palm. My eyes got wide as fuck as I stared at where I touched, then looked into Tatiana’s eyes. I smiled, one of the rare, genuine ones that only my girl could pull out of me.

“We got to feel the first kick together,” she whispered and rested her forehead on my chest. For long moments, we just stood there, and I could have gotten lost in this moment, just letting myself forget about everything except how good Tatiana felt in my arms.

She was the one to pull back and tipped her head, her gaze catching mine. Fuck… there it was—that connection I’d never felt with any other person in my life. And since I gave in to my girl and said fuck it, that connection had only deepened.

We broke apart and finished making dinner, and once we were seated and ready to eat, all I could do was stare at her and smile as she plated spaghettiand meatballs. Her wedding ring caught the light, and my cock jerked at the sight of that diamond.

It meant she was mine.

It had been an intimate ceremony in the heart of Italy with only our closest family in attendance. We’d decided to honeymoon for a month, starting out by spending half the time in Sicily and then using the remaining time traveling the Russian countryside.

It was a reminder that, despite the darkness in our lives, there was still beauty to be found when we had each other. And seeing how happy she was when we were away from the toxicity of the real world in which we lived, I made a vow to take her traveling frequently.

But even now, as happy as I was that Tatiana was mine and knowing she’d have our first child before we even knew it, I couldn’t ignore all the bullshit brewing on the horizon where the Bratva, Cosa Nostra, and Carmine were concerned.

We still hadn’t gotten concrete proof of him and The Stygian Syndicate being connected to each other, but we were getting closer. We wanted to make sure we had all our shit in place to take Carmine down.

The fragile alliance between the Bratva and CosaNostra wasn’t about to be ripped away because of some selfish, arrogant motherfucker.

We ate, and the natural flow of conversation filled the space between us. I listened to her tell me how her day went and had a perpetual smile on my face just hearing the soft lilt of her voice.I couldn’t help but be struck by how surreal this all felt.

Fuck, I thought. I—a goddamn piece-of-shit villain in my own story—had caused so much death and destruction in my life. Yet, here I was. Withher. With a family on the way. And damn… getting my happily ever after like I was a damn fairy-tale princess.

“I don’t deserve this,” I whispered to myself.

I thought it had been barely audible, but when Tatiana frowned and sat back in her chair, I knew she’d heard my admission.

I saw the way her eyes filled with the kind of love I never thought I’d see directed at me. But she would never love me at the level that I loved her. Not even close. My feelings for her went so far beyond normal and rational that I was a fucking obsessed stalker for Tatiana.

“Yes, you do,” she finally said, but there was a firmness in her voice that had me chuckling.

I didn’t argue because I loved hearing her sweetwords toward me. I didn’t say shit, and instead, I rose, lifted her easily and sat back down, pulling her onto my lap. As I looked at her, I felt a wave of disbelief once again.

How had I, a man covered in ink to hide my scars, who bathed in the blood of my enemies, ended up being the luckiest fucking bastard in the world?

I took her hand in mine, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin against me, and knew one thing for certain. I’d burn the world down to keep this. To keep her.

But first, I was going to take her to our room, strip her naked, and rememorize every inch of her body with my tongue before I slid my cock deep into her tight, little pussy. If she wasn’t already pregnant, I would have gotten her knocked up tonight.

I stood then and held her close as I strode down the hall. I laid her on our bed and spread her thighs wide to get to work at the best fucking job in the world. Making my wife come.

The End.