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Dmitri

My wife whimpers my name as I press the flat of my tongue against her soaked pussy. Licking the length of her, I enjoy the trembles of her thighs as she gets closer to a release I’ve been holding from her.

“Please, Dmitri.” She begs so prettily these days.

The defiance in her still rears its head now and then, and I hope it always does.

Life with my Amelia will always be exciting. This moment, this bit of control I hold as her pussy clamps down around my fingers, begging me to let her orgasm rip through her, is proof.

“Not yet, baby,” I mutter, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit and thrusting my fingers harder into her, curling them at the knuckle until her body arches with pleasure.

“Please!” She tugs on the sheets beneath her. “I need to come, Dmitri. Please!”

I press a single kiss just above her clit.

“Not yet. And it would be a very bad idea to disobey me now,” I say as I drag my fingers out of her hot and slick pussy.

Before she can register the emptiness, I cover her with my body, plowing my cock into her tightness up to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe.

She rolls her head to the side, giving me more access to her neck. My wife likes my little bites to her throat while I fuck her hard into the mattress.

And my wife gets what she wants.

“I have to. Please. Let me! Please.” She runs her nails down my back, sending electricity zipping down my spine.

My balls pull tight.

“Come for me. Be my good girl. Be my good wife.” I’ve barely finished giving my permission before her body obeys.

Her cry of pleasure hits my ear as I pump into her harder and harder, driving through her release until she softens beneath me.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so beautiful when you come for me,” I say through gritted teeth as I plow again and again until my own release overtakes me, stealing my ability to breathe, much less think.

“You’re pretty hot when you come, too.” Her fingers swipe away my hair from my forehead moments later.

I kiss her, a soft but powerful kiss. One that doesn’t just tell her how much I love fucking her, but how much I love her.

I rest my hand on her belly, finally swelling enough to show my son rests inside.

“Are you alright? I wasn’t too rough?” I sink beside her, holding myself up on my elbow.

She laughs. She always does when I ask her this.

“The baby is fine.” She covers my hand with hers. “We’re both fine.”

I kiss her again. “I’m going to ask the doctor to be certain. Maybe you should be on your hands and knees from now on. That way there’s no pressure on the baby.”

She laughs harder. “You’re going to ask the doctor if fucking me doggy style is safer for the baby?”

She likes to tease me, no matter how often I threaten to spank her for it.

It’s a useless threat. I won’t do anything that might harm the baby sleeping in her womb.

But once she’s given birth.

Her ass is mine.

“Keep it up and you’re going to have a hell of a time sitting after you give birth.” I kiss her cheek then roll off the bed to get a warm washcloth to clean her.

By the time I get back from the washroom, she’s ready for me, her legs opened and her hand resting on the small baby bump.

“It was really nice of your mother to come all the way from St. Petersburg. Maybe we should have asked her to stay longer,” she says after I’ve finished cleaning her and helped her back into her nightgown.

“My mother prefers Russia to all things. She’ll be back when our son arrives,” I assure her.

The only reason my mother traveled this time was to attend our wedding.

Our real wedding. With a priest in a church and our entire family in attendance. Charlotte and Anya took Amelia shopping for a wedding gown and stood up as bridesmaids for her.

The party is finished, and all of the guests have gone home. My mother was on the first flight out of New York this morning.

Four months of planning and it’s all over with now. No more planning and shopping and stress over Amelia working too much and too hard in addition to the wedding planning.

Just peace.

I climb back into our bed and lean against the headboard, pulling my wife to my chest.

“It’s too bad Kost couldn’t make it, though. I’d really like to meet him,” she says, tapping her fingertips against my chest.

“He said he’d visit soon. He’s been working.” My cousins were right to question the validity of the excuse the Kozlovs gave for the holdup of my shipments.

They tried to claim a man who had fallen in love with one of their women had inserted himself. Payback for the retaliation against her for what she’d done to Roman’s wife.

A complete lie.

Once the Zhukovs were given the incentive to stop backing the Kozlovs’ attack on my family, the Kozlovs lost the ability to keep my shipment hostage. The weak lie the Kozlovs gave was more to divert revenge.

Weak men sit at the head of that family.

But Kost didn’t stop at merely getting the Zhukovs to back off. He’s tracked down every asshole who had anything to do with the delay. And every one of them has paid the consequence.

Thanks to his diligence, there won’t be any more problems at the port. And we’ll be even richer with the fees we’ll be collecting for other shipments going through there.

He may hate the business end of our world, but he’s fucking amazing at it.

Amelia yawns and snuggles further into my chest, wrapping one arm around me to anchor herself.

“Dmitri?” She says my name softly, and I know exactly what she’s doing.

She’s about to say something that’s going to make me angry.

“Yes?” I prepare myself.

“Christian sent me a text today.” She squeezes me tightly when my body reacts. “It was just a text. And he knows he’s not supposed to call me.”

“I would say that’s not true since he contacted you.”

“He didn’t call,” she argues gently. “He just wanted me to know that he’s up in Washington now. And he wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” I scoff.

I doubt that asshole has any gratitude. I should have killed him. And I would have, but Amelia would have been upset about it. She still thinks the man has redeeming qualities.

It’s a childhood fantasy, but I’ll let her keep it. So long as he stays several states away from her. And the eyes I have on him continue to report that he’s managing to keep his word on that front.

The lengths I go to in order to keep my woman happy. I’m as bad as my cousins.

“Yes. He’s got a job up there, and he’s dating some girl. Anyway. I wanted to thank you too. For, you know… not killing him.”

She pushes up to give me a small smile.

“He stole from the foundation. He tried to steal your inheritance by getting you to marry him instead of me. And he did the one thing your brother asked him never to do.” Reminding her of all this doesn’t seem to faze her.

“I know. But when he told me about that… it sort of fixed us. Right? I mean, it brought us closer, so in a way… he helped?”

I shake my head. “How can you look at such a bastard and see any sort of good?”

She touches my cheek. “Some would say the same about you.”

For the first time I don’t have a rebuttal. She’s right. I’ve killed, I’ve ordered the death of dozens, and almost nothing in my life is legal. Yet, she welcomes me home every night with a warm smile and a kiss.

At least on the nights I can get her to stop working and get home at a decent hour.

“He’s not allowed back in New York, Amelia. You’ll never get me to say otherwise.” I keep my tone firm, so she knows I mean it.

And just to be sure she understands, I place my hand on her ass and squeeze. “If you even hint at it, you’ll be face down over my knee so fast your head will spin.”

She smiles and moves closer to me. “You said I’m safe from your hand until the baby is here.”

Something I regret almost daily.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not keeping track.” I pat her ass.

“I figured you would.” She rests her head back down. “The closing on Lucas’ apartment is next week. Would you like to go with me to sign the last of the papers?”

“Do you want me there?” I was never not going to be with her when she signs those papers, but I’ve learned it’s best to let her come to these conclusions on her own.

“I do.” She sighs. “It’s the last bit to deal with. Now that everything’s final, the foundation is fully funded so the center is safe and Lucas’ investment firm is solidly in your hands, things can calm down now.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I don’t think anything will ever be calm in our lives again.” I rest my hand on her belly. “And I’m grateful for it. There’s also the matter of the shelter.”

“Right.”

The Marilyn Heart shelter is due to open next spring. Amelia used the trust fund her father left her on her twenty-fifth birthday to get the wheels in motion. Within a year the women’s shelter will be open and in full swing.

“And you’ll have a full staff, so you don’t have to handle everything on your own.” I kiss her again. “Understand me, wife?”

She looks up at me with a wry smile, and I realize I’m going to have to chain her to this bed at least once a week to be assured she doesn’t work herself to death.

“Think of the baby,” I try and she laughs.

“Having kids hasn’t slowed Charlotte down and she’s a wonderful mother.”

“Yes, and my cousin is getting grayer by the day.”

She tousles my hair. “Then I guess it’s good you’re already in your salt and pepper stage.”

“You’re poking fun at my age again.”

She forces a stoic expression. “I would never.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You do all the time.”

“Do you really think my working will be bad for the baby?”

“No. It may take some time, but we’ll find the right balance.”

“And the baby will always be with me, so there’s that.” She rolls to her back. “Speaking of the baby. He wants more cake. There’s still some in the kitchen, right?”

“Ah, you stay here. I’ll get the cake.” I pull her back into bed when she tries to climb out.

“You’re the best.” She sighs happily and rests her head against the headboard.

“I am. I know.” I kiss her forehead as I slide my arms into my robe.

“I love you, Dmitri,” she says as I open our bedroom door. “A big piece!” she adds before I can respond to her first comment.

I laugh. “Of course. A big piece.”

If she asked me to bring the baker over to make her a brand new cake, I would have her here within the hour. Nothing my wife asks for will be denied.

And in all things, I will protect her and cherish her.

Not just because she’s my wife, but because she’s my everything.

And I will get to spend the rest of my life proving it to her.

Because I’m the luckiest monster in the world.