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“They are,” he said, but this time, there was a steely resolve in his voice that put me on edge again.

“Their home is their sanctuary, and I do not raise my voice or scare them in any way,” I said with an equally hard voice.

There were some memories that never left you. As a child, I had many that I chose to ignore, but now I would be introducing a new person in their young, impressionable lives, I needed to be careful.

“Understood,” he said as he eyed me speculatively before he stared at my breasts again.

My dress wasn't low cut, and his gaze almost made me look down in case I had a boob hanging out like in the early of feeding the twins. I gasped when I realised the cotton pads were wet.

“Uh, I have to go,” I said, standing up.

“No,” he said, shooting up.

I stomped my foot down angrily, losing my patience with him.

“No, I really have to go. I don't have my express machine with me, and the kids will want their milk.”

His jaw slackened, his lips parted, and his eyes dropped to my breasts.

“You're still breastfeeding them?” he choked out.

I narrowed my eyes at him and scowled at him.

“A two-year period is recommended—” I began to say, ready to spit out all my research data, until I saw him lick his lips.

“If you need some assistance with your breasts, then I am more than happy to help you,” he said, his eyes lighting up with an unholy glow as taking a step closer.

I glanced at his crotch, and sure enough, there was a prominent bulge in his trousers.

“We need to go,” I said, crossing my arms over the breasts that were hypnotising him.

Yet it took every last bit of my resolve not to look down at his dick again.

Chapter 6

Rurik

My deviant appetite was rearing its ugly head at the most inconvenient timing, but her breasts were much larger than before. When she said that she was still breastfeeding our children, I died and went to mammary gland heaven. In one day, I became a father, and my long-lost one-night stand was lactating.

I didn’t care about Fate or God at this point because I would be keeping it all.

Every plan I considered went out of the window because I was not leaving Dublin without them. While I was in the car, I messaged my hacker and told her what I needed, giving her a 24-hour deadline in exchange for a handsome fee. In the beginning, I wasn’t sure if it was a man or a woman, but after dealing with her for years, I knew the White Rabbit was a young woman.

I glanced at the wet patches on her breasts. They seemed to have grown larger since I last looked, or it could have been my crazy brain. The light khaki material was saturated from her milk. She was on the phone with the nanny while I lamented the fact that all that precious milk was being wasted.

“Drive faster,” I said to Maksim, who met my eyes in the rearview mirror.

The fucker was smiling. They all knew about her running away, and after my text message updates, they were aware thatthe twins were mine. Artyom would be staying behind to watch over them all.

Mariya sent me pictures and videos, which I would send to Akim when I returned to the hotel. He was an uncle. My parents were grandparents. I couldn’t wait to share my news and pictures with them. My heart was pounding with excitement, and I glanced at Mariya, she was perfect for what I needed.

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Her house was very elegant, with light-coloured decor, a modern kitchen, and a comfortable living room that had an array of toys. She had a quick word with Orla, the live-in nanny before she vanished with the twins. I gave her a few moments until I followed her, checking the rooms, pausing at the twins' bedroom before I cracked her door open to see her lying on the bed with her back propped up by the headboard.

Both of my children were attached to her breasts while they each rested a hand on her breast. She had her arms around each of them, gently talking to them. Her dress lay open, and I couldn’t look away even if I tried. I held my breath when I remembered the point of no return when I came inside of her—the moment of conception.

I was their father and unable to join them in this intimate moment, but no matter how much it hurt, I couldn’t look away. When the twins had their fill, they moved away and began to play on the bed, having an unintelligible conversation with one another. The one word they used was mama. I moved away as Mariya got up to change her clothes.