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“Alright, girls, I love that you’re taking care of my wife, but I will cook for her from now on,” He says, crossing his arms over his broad chest. They both say ‘yes, sir’, a blush on both of their faces. That, too, Dmitri had us sign the papers announcing us as wife and husband. I told him I didn’t want a wedding, I just wanted to sign papers and start our marriage. So, he made it happen.

I woke up the day after I told him that, marriage papers on my nightstand, a pen sitting on top of them. His signature was already scrawled on his line, my line empty. He wasn’t in the room when I signed them.

He pouted when he came back to them, signed, claiming he wanted to watch me sign the papers.

Anna hands me a plate of food. Chicken, rice, broccoli, and a few French fries cover the plate. I say a thank you and kiss her on her cheek before walking to the dining table, taking my seat at the head, while Dmitri sits to the side of me.

He watches me eat, grinning ear to ear when I look up at him, mouth full to the brim of food.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. What if Adrian has a secret kid or something we don’t know about?” I say, shoveling another spoonful of rice into my mouth.

“Highly unlikely, Moss,” Dmitri says.

“It’d just be ironic if this whole thing isn’t over yet,” I chime, and he just hums, going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

Once I’m done eating, one of the helpers takes my plate, and Dmitri leads me back to our bedroom, stopping at the door. “Get your leathers on and meet me out front. I jump in excitement, stopping when I see him glare at me, not liking that I’m putting forced weight on my bones.

He walks out the door, shutting it behind him, and I sprint to the closet, throwing my riding gear on and sprinting to the front door. Dmitri got me new riding gear since my old ones don’t fit anymore with his child in me.

When I step out of the door, my bike is positioned on the rocky road. Dmitri’s car is parked in front of it, and Viktor’s truck behind it. I didn’t know they were going with. I should’ve assumed it, knowing how protective Dmitri is.

“Alright, wife. You’ll ride between us. If you get tired or your pelvis starts hurting again, call me and pull over. Viktor will load your bike on the truck, and you’ll ride home with me. I won’t make you stay on a call with me. You can listen to your music, pay attention.” I squeal, pulling him in for a hug as tight as my bump will allow before hopping over to my bike, throwing my leg over, and settling into the seat.

I can barely lean forward, but I don’t even care. As long as I get to ride. I can hear the two talking before Dmitri is next to me, handing me a brand new helmet, this one the same color as his car. “I couldn’t get a pink one in time, but it’s on the way. Be safe, please,” He pleads, his lips pressing to mine.

Pulling away, I smile. “I will, I promise.” With that, he looks at Viktor and nods, looking at me one more time before walking to his car. Viktor’s truck starts behind me, and Dmitri’s roars in front of me. Putting my helmet on, I secure the strap tight around my chin. Pulling out my phone, I let Love on the Brain by Rihanna blast through the helmet speakers. I clip my phone to its holder on the bike before turning the key and starting it, the engine purring under my legs.

Twisting the throttle, I let Dmitri know I’m ready, and his car crawls forward, going entirely too slow.

Dmitri rides painfully slow the entire way to the interstate before he’s forced to speed up with traffic.

The second we reach the interstate pavement, I let the bike scream, inching up to be right next to Dmitri’s car. Viktor’s truck is hot on my ass behind me, not letting any car get close to me.

The second we reach the interstate pavement, the bike screams as I twist the throttle, shifting until I’m right on Dmitri’s ass. I swerve to get beside him, and Viktor’s truck stays hot on my ass, not letting any car get close to me.

Dmitri’s window is down, glancing at me every few seconds. The road in front of us is clear, the nearest car not being anywhere near us. I twist the throttle, the bike jerking forward with every twist, begging Dmitri to race. He shakes his head no, and I twist again, the bike lurching forward.

With another shake of his head, I twist the throttle, shifting gears and taking off. I don’t let the speedometer go over ninety, just wanting to feel the rush.

Don’t call me irresponsible, I already know.

Planting my feet on the pegs, I push my legs up, shaking my ass at Dmitri behind me as I switch into his lane, now in the lead. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before his car comes back on my side, his eyes filled with fury at me. I smirk under my mask while Shut Up and Drive by Rihanna plays through my Cardo.

His car speeds up, going back to being in front of me, and Viktor returns to his spot behind me. We’re cruising at 85 after Dmitri slows me down by slowing down in front of me and not letting me pass by, going into the other lane every time I try.

We’re cruising for a few minutes before we start to approach a semi. I move towards the left side of the lane, getting as close to the semi as I can before letting my gloved hand run across the metal.

Dmitri decides we’re done riding by leading me to the off-ramp, turning left to get back on the interstate, headed towards home. Halfway home, I noticed Viktor stopped following us, more than likely headed to the city.

Pulling into the Manor, I park my bike where it was when I came out. Unclipping my straps and taking my helmet off, I try to brush some of the tangles out of my hair, but am unsuccessful.

Dmitri gets out of his car, slamming the door shut before striding towards me. When he reaches me, his fingers tangle in my hair and pull my head back in a punishing grip before his face is hovering above mine. “Don’t do that again, Penelope,” He growls. My panties are soaked.

“Fuck me?” I whisper, and he looks genuinely taken aback.

“I-what?” He sputters, shock and confusion all over his face.

“You heard me,” I say, my voice strong and unwavering.