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He thrusts back inside me harder than the last, then slides out achingly slow, only to push forward with such force it feels like my insides are trying to come out of my throat.
“You didn’t really believe my siblings were going to be the only ones having babies, did you, Ciera? I didn’t want kids. Did you know that? I still didn’t want them when that doctor handed me that piece of paper with your birth control prescription written on it. But then I walked out of the clinic, and as if I was throwing away trash, I balled the piece of paper up and threw it in the dumpster next to the corner without you seeing me do it.”
My core tightens, squeezing him as a ripple in a current shoots through me, my orgasm making me scream as it exits. Dom’s cum shoots inside me, coating every nook and cranny, painting me with his seed.
He kisses my cheek, his lips making a path down my neck, then over to the dip in my throat and back up until his lips take mine, kissing me with promises.
Holy cannoli. I may be pregnant. Okay, there is probably no maybe to it, but whose baby is it?
He pulls back until his dark irises find mine.
“K didn’t stay with us last night,” I state.
“I know.” His brows crease as tension clouds his stare.
“Why?”
“He’s working shit out in his head.”
I don’t like the sound of that. I hate that he isn’t here. He should have been here when Dom asked me about my cycle. He needs to know too.
“How long is that going to take?” I finally ask.
“He better not take too fucking long,” Domenico says with a growl in his tone.
“And if he does?” I can’t help but probe, needing to know where Domenico stands.
“Then we’ll have to remind him where he belongs and who he belongs to.”
“Which is who?”
“Us, my pretty pet. He belongs to us.”
CHAPTER 40
KRISHNA
It’s been a week since the Caputos moved off my parents’ estate and into the properties Ciera came to own in the city.
It’s been two days since I’ve been inside my kitten—over thirty-six hours since I’ve even seen Dom.
It was strongly suggested that it would be in my best interest to vet the contender for the Canadian Pakhan spot since our countries border each other, and Moscow doesn’t want another explosion to deal with. My father told me to tell them to go fuck themselves, but it seemed like a distraction I could use.
I knew I couldn’t go cold turkey from Domenico or Ciera, which is why I slept in my bed in my apartment in Brooklyn for the past ten long fucking nights. I can’t say that I’ve slept much. I can’t say that I haven’t wanted to kill anyone that’s pissed me off in that time, either. Pretty sure the jackass that I saw pull a girl down an alley after I left a club last night didn’t live after I shot him in the dick and then put a knife through his throat so hard I hit his spine.
I’m a little on edge, to say the least. It’s like I’m experiencing major withdrawals without an addiction to any known vices. Though, Ciera’s pretty little pussy might call me out as a liar on that.
Pretty sure my dick is feening to slide between her thighs, and that’s why I’m wrenching the door open and walking into the brownstone across from where Dom made him and Ciera a home.
Domenico turned this one into an administrative space. He even offered the top floor to me since he took the second floor. It’s more industrial inside and set up with offices instead of bedrooms.
Despite the organ in my chest screaming at me to say yes, I turned that offer down. That muscle and the one tucked into my pants just wanted to be close to the sweetest girl I’ve ever met as well as an asshole that’s been fucking up my head since I was a petulant teenager that couldn’t control his own dick.
Together they’ve turned my world on its axis, and I can’t figure out how to right it again.
Distance should have worked.
It hasn’t.
