Page 27 of Pregnant Bratva Hostage (Dubrov Bratva #17)

Five months later

Where in the world is it? I’ve been looking for twenty minutes, and it feels like I’m going crazy. My pregnancy hormones are about to make me explode in frustration.

“Ark?” I call downstairs, finally willing to ask for help.

“Yes, my love?”

“Have you seen the black hoodie I was wearing this morning?”

His laughter rolls up towards me.

A moment later, he steps into the room where I have my head inside the closet searching around for the missing hoodie, a frantic annoyance running through me as I shove things aside.

“I had it this morning, I don’t understand how it can just disappear,” I huff.

“You mean my hoodie?” he asks, his voice sounding amused.

I glance at him to give him a lecture on how his hoodies are, in fact, my hoodies, and I notice—he’s wearing it.

“Hey!” I complain, closing the closet door. “You stole it.”

He pulls me into his arms, laughing at me. “I can’t steal what’s already mine.” He kisses my neck and I pout, sulking.

“But I like wearing it because it smells like you, and it fits over this giant, swollen belly of mine.”

“Well, I stole it back because right now it smells like you, so I wanted to wear it.” He lifts me into his arms, cradling me so that he can nuzzle his face against my belly. “Hey, monster,” he says, then presses his ear against my stomach to listen for a reply.

“He’s quiet today, not so many little kicks, and thank goodness he rolled off my bladder.

That was getting really annoying,” I muse, brushing my fingers through Ark’s thick, dark hair.

He let it grow a little longer these last few months, and I love how it suits him just as much as when it was cropped short.

Ark nuzzles his face against my cheek, pressing kisses into my skin. “Are you up for the party tonight?” he asks.

“Of course, I am.” I knit my brows, wondering why he’s asking. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because maybe you’re too tired, and you want to stay at home, in bed, with your husband?” The mischief in his gorgeous blue eyes is electrifying.

I giggle and swat him away, so he puts me back down on the ground again.

I grab the front of his hoodie and pull him close to my face, my lips teasing his.

“You would stay in bed with me all day if you could. We’d never go out anywhere if you were in charge.

” I whisper. Then I kiss him, and just as I can feel him getting really into it, I pull away and turn my back on him, walking to the closet.

“Hey,” he groans. “No fair. You’re teasing me.”

I glance over my shoulder and wink at him.

“It’s my favorite thing to do,” I grin.

“Mm. That’s not true. I know what your favorite thing to do is—and it involves you on your knees on the bed and me behind you—”

“Arkady!” I gasp, blushing. “But yes, you’re right.” I bite my lower lip, picturing that thing he does when he rocks his hips in a circle as he fucks me from behind.

“You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” He says, his voice dark and devilish.

My cheeks heat up as my blush deepens.

“Maybe,” I say, as innocently as I can.

Ark stands behind me and presses his cock against my ass. It’s hard. Just flirting with him has him hungry for me. I’m the same. I can’t get enough of him.

After I woke up in the hospital, I had to stay for another two days before they released me.

And the day I got out, he had arranged for everyone to be waiting at the house, along with a minister and a beautiful dress for me.

We got married on the spot. This time it was different.

It was real. It was happy. Everyone was there, and they welcomed me into the family.

It meant the world to me.

He means the world to me.

It’s dark outside when we arrive at Luka’s family dinner, around fifteen minutes late as usual.

I managed to convince Arkady to give me back the hoodie, because this is just immediate family, so it’s a relaxed night, and it’s the most comfortable thing I like wearing lately, even if it’s so big on me that it’s almost the same length as my dress.

If it wasn’t for him constantly telling me how beautiful I am, I would feel like a whale with the size of my stomach.

But he adores my swollen belly. And I adore him.

The girls aren’t here tonight; I’m the only one because I couldn’t go with them on the cocktail night in town.

It’s okay. I wouldn’t have had the energy for it.

And to my relief, this isn’t some over-the-top dinner, but rather a mix and match of takeout that we are all sitting around the table enjoying over a loud, energetic conversation.

It’s a typical boy dinner. When the brothers are in charge of feeding themselves, they go for the most relaxed comfort foods available.

Niko tilts his head towards me as I take a dumpling from one of the takeaway boxes. “Did you hear about your cousin?”

“Um, which one?” I ask, not sure what he’s talking about.

“Blake Krolik. He’s running the whole show now. Your uncle left everything to him.”

“I thought Sergey was running the show. I don’t have a cousin named Blake.”

Luka chuckles. Niko shakes his head. “You do. He wasn’t staying in Boston, but he was very tight with your uncle.

No one knew about him until after Boris’s final will and testament was read last month, and everything was left to Blake.

When we found out who he was, we tracked him down to introduce ourselves and try to negotiate a deal of some kind—for peace. ”

“I had no idea. What happened? Did he agree?” I say in surprise.

Yulian snorts with laughter. “He tried to shoot Niko.”

“No? What?” I gasp.

“Yeah, that asshole pulled a gun on me. Turns out your uncle already told him all about us and that we are basically the devil’s children and the scum of the city and that he should never agree to a deal with us.”

I pull my mouth to the side.

“That’s horrible. So there goes the idea of trying to ally with whoever took over after Boris.”

“Yeah, no chance of that happening,” Yulian huffs.

“Did you know about this?” I ask Arkady.

He nods. “Yes, my love, but I told you, you need a break from your uncle—and everything to do with him. We’ve got it handled. I just want you to enjoy your pregnancy and relax and go shopping and hike with me and do everything that makes you smile.”

I grin at him, leaning my head onto his shoulder. “You make me smile.”

“Oh, please, get a room,” Niko huffs, but he’s laughing at us, teasing us.

Ark picks up a piece of pizza and holds it out for me to bite.

It’s my favorite. Salami and mushrooms.

“You know, soon I won’t be able to get my butt up the hills to hike anymore. This baby is getting heavier by the day.”

“Well, you are carrying an Andreev boy. We’re all pretty big,” Luka muses.

“I’ll carry you when he gets too big in your belly,” Ark promises.

Dinner with his family, my family, always reminds me of how lucky I am. I didn’t just marry him and get the most incredible man in the world—I also got his brothers, their amazing wives, his sisters—a whole universe of love and support.

We’re hardly finished eating when Ark stands up and stretches.

“Thanks for dinner, guys,” he says loudly.

“You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, Tania is exhausted today, aren’t you darling?” he says, throwing me a stern look.

I press my lips together to hide my smile and nod. “Mm. I’m exhausted. I can’t wait to get to bed.”

“Oh, well, go home and get some rest. We’ll see you soon. Thanks for coming, guys,” Luka stands up.

“It’s okay, we know the way out, you relax,” Ark says, waving him back down again.

Outside in the cool night air, walking through the little park between our homes, Ark pulls me close to his side. It’s dark, and the stars are shining brightly above us. The sky is clear and a gorgeous shade of navy blue.

“Cheeky.” I grin up at him. “To leave as soon as you’re done eating. And to use me as an excuse.”

“I can’t wait anymore,” he whispers, stopping next to the climbing bars, pulling me close, and kissing me. My heart races as his lips touch mine, but then I get shy and push him away.

“Here?” I say, shocked, looking around to see if anyone can see us. The park is right between our homes, and if they were to look out of the kitchen window, they’d see us. Although—maybe it’s too dark.

He grins. “Why not? It’ll be fun.”

“Our home is right there.” I point to the lights of the mansion. “You can take me to bed and do whatever you want to me.”

“Mm. But I love to see you naked underneath the moonlight,” he says, letting his hands run over my body. “And I don’t want to wait another second. You’ve already made me wait too long.”

His touch heats me.

Instantly, my skin is on fire, desire pulsing through me like a fever.

When he lifts me up to sit on the edge of the wooden platform of the monkey bars, I don’t stop him. I reach out to touch him as well, no longer caring if anyone can see us. I need him. I want him as badly as he wants me.

It’s exhilarating to let him take control.

“You look far too beautiful tonight, darling. How did you expect me to keep my hands off you for that long?”

I giggle because even in his oversized hoodie, he thinks I’m gorgeous.

He slips his hands beneath the black hoodie, cupping them around my breasts, teasing his fingers over my nipples. I groan with pleasure and pull him closer to me, pressing my mouth against his as he pushes my legs apart.

His cock is hard against me when he rocks into me.

I smile against his lips.

“It’s a good thing I wore a dress under my hoodie,” I whisper.

“Your hoodie?” He chuckles. “Don’t even try and tell me you didn’t do that on purpose, darling. I know you want this as badly as I do.”

He slips his hand beneath my skirt, pushing it up my thigh, letting heat spread over my legs, pooling between them.

“Oh fuck,” he growls dangerously when he finds out that I am not wearing any panties.

“I guess that means you’re right—I did do it on purpose,” I grin.

He slides his fingers into me, and I shudder with pleasure.

Leaning back onto my elbows, I spread my legs wider, letting him push deeper into me.

“You’re so wet, it’s beautiful,” he says, his voice a dark rumble through me.

“Please fuck me,” I whisper, desperate.

“How would you like me to fuck you, darling?” he asks, knowing exactly what I want because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it the moment he mentioned it.

I bite my lip, instead of answering him, and he notices the glitter in my eyes.

“I thought so,” he says, lifting me. He places his jacket over the platform and places me back on it, turning me so that I’m on my hands and knees. He spreads my legs so that my ass is hanging off the edge of the platform, my pussy spread for him.

I reach forward and hold onto the wooden frame, knowing how rough he gets, excited for it.

He grunts impatiently as he tugs his jeans open and frees his cock. With his cock in his grip he brushes it against me, and I cry out as he slides over my swollen pussy.

I arch my back, pleading.

He presses the tip of his cock against me and pushes forward, slipping into me.

I gasp.

He pushes deeper, his hand on my hip to steady me.

“Fuck, darling, how do you feel better every time we do this.”

He thrusts forward, and I grip tightly onto the frame, tilting my head back and moaning too loudly.

“Everyone will hear you at this rate.” He chuckles. He reaches around me and wraps his hand over my mouth, pulling my back against his chest as he starts to fuck me with strong, hard thrusts, shoving his cock deep inside me and then slowly gliding out, leaving my pussy begging for more.

I tilt my head back against his chest, my hair spilling over him. His hand is half around my throat, his fingers in my mouth as he fucks me.

I can’t get enough of him.

Everything he does drives me wild.

His cock pushes into me, penetrating deeply, curving against the perfect places inside me that make me want to scream in pleasure.

He starts to rock his hips in a circular motion, and I can’t even think straight anymore. The longer he does it, the more I slip into oblivion. The oblivion of ecstasy, desire and lust, and pleasure pulsing through my veins.

He moves faster, keeping his rhythm steady.

My pussy starts to pulse over him, and his hand tightens around my throat, his fingers still locked into my mouth. I suck one of his fingers in deeper, and he groans, shoving his cock in deeper as well.

It’s the thing that pushes me over the edge.

My entire body goes rigid as every muscle inside me tenses, and then convulses with the orgasm that shoots through me.

I come over his cock, again and again, gasping for air as she explodes inside of me.

When we finished, both breathing heavily, Arkady lifted me in his arms, cradling me against his chest. He kisses me as he carries me towards our home.

“I can’t wait to snuggle next to you in bed,” he smiles, looking down at me. I reach up and touch his beautiful face.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” I reply.

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THE END