Page 49 of Bratva's Stolen Bride

“My queen, please, call off your guards, I give in,” he begs, eyes full of mirth as he looks at me. Then his gaze dips to my rounded belly and his expression softens to an affectionate smile.

“My king, you just have to say the word,” I tease.

“Is the word ice-cream?” he says, and the kids erupt into pleading, questions about what flavours they get for winning, and happy squeals.

Feliks takes all the kids to wash off the sand in the sea, then returns to help me to my feet, running his hands down my sides and over my belly on the pretext of steadying me.

“Can’t wait to have you alone,” he leans down and whispers in my ear.

I smile up at him, my heart so full of love for this man who has given me everything I wanted and more that I wasn’t even aware I needed.

“Ice-cream!” Nova cuts through the romantic moment with a reminder of what I promised.

“Okay!” Feliks laughs as he slings his arm over my shoulders, and we follow the kids into the house to the well-stocked freezer. “Let’s see what sweet treats we can all have.” Then he whispers into my ear. “And I’ll be thinking of the sweetness between your legs that’s allmine.”