Page 67 of Debt to the Mafia King

I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”

“Forever, Leah.” He smiled against my mouth. “At the very least, we have to be in each other’s lives.”

“But you ran out of here?”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have done that.” He backed away. “I was in shock, and I wanted to make some arrangements for when you were discharged, which will be today. The plane is waiting to take us home.”

“What did you need to sort out?”

“Doctors, vitamins. You’re going to need looking after.”

He nodded his head firmly.

“Viktor, I’m fine.”

He stared at me like he didn’t believe it. “Yes, you are, and I’ll make sure you and my baby continue to be fine. Things are going to change now, Leah. I’m going to look after you.”

The way he said it made me do a double-take. He looked like he meant it.

“I see there are smiles on your faces now.” The doctor said with a laugh from the doorway. “Has the shock worn off? Are you both ready to see your baby?”

I nodded.

“Yes. Yes, we would like that.” Viktor spoke for both of us. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “Wouldn’t we, Printsessa? We want to see our baby?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”

Five minutes later, I was in a wheelchair with Viktor pushing me up a sparse hospital corridor.

He was pushing me, not the hospital staff, but my husband.

Things really were changing.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Leah

Something warm and soft trailed across my jaw and down my throat, and I moaned. My arms reached up to wrap around Viktor’s throat as he kissed his way down my neck.

“Mmm. Good morning.” Peering through my lashes at him, I smiled.

In the week since I had come out of the hospital, clutching our scan photo in my hands, he had been really attentive. But this was the first time that he had done more than press chaste kisses to my lips and my body.

I’d missed his kisses and his hands on my body.

“Good morning.” Beaming down at me, he untangled himself from my arms and fell back onto the mattress. “And Merry Christmas.”

Sitting upright, I leaned over him, trapping him against the pillows like he often trapped me. I pressed my lips to his, sliding my tongue against the seam of his lips until he opened them for me.

The moment he did, I pressed my body against him, moaning softly into his mouth when he deepened the kiss even more. God, it felt good to be held and kissed like this by him.

Imelted into him, my hands hungrily roving down his chest. My fingers tangled in the hair that peppered his chest. Moaning, I rolled on top of him. I settled with my knees on either side of his hips. I bent over him with my hands still on his chest.

He moaned when I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Under me, his cock bounced, pushing through the material that separated us.

Why was there so much material between our bodies?

Tearing my mouth away, I sat upright and reached for the buttons of my pajama top.