Page 35 of Scarlet Sins (Yegorov Bratva #2)
Chapter Thirty-One
ERIN
It doesn’t matter the reports are in that Demyan and Ilya are arriving tonight. I can’t wait and my nerves won’t die down until he’s here, in front of me, safe. Until I can touch him and make sure it’s real.
“Calm down,” Kara says to me.
“I’m calm.”
“No, you’re not. And it’s not good for you or the baby.” She gets up and starts pacing with me.
Alina and Olga and one of the guards are playing hide-and-seek with Sasha in the house as, while we’re not to leave, the risk level has gone down. A little. Which also makes me nervous. If it’s all over, then why?—
“Hey,” Kara says brightly, “remember when we were going to open up our own agency? But you had to meet a sexy man and get knocked up?”
“Kara—”
“What do you say to us revisiting that after the baby’s born? You’re financially stable now, and it’ll take time to set up, so when we’re ready to go, we can launch. It’ll give you time with the baby, too. ”
“It’s a great idea.” I stop pacing. “I’m just worried.”
“He’s on his way.”
“I know. I’m happy this ordeal’s over and the whole Sergio and Stefina thing is done, but I’m not going to relax or have it feel real until I’m in Demyan’s arms again. Until I can touch him.”
“You got it bad, girl.”
That makes laughter bubble free. “I’m marrying him.”
“Which is probably good that you got it bad.”
Suddenly, one of the guards presses a phone to his ear and heads to the door. Kara and I rush to the window in the front and pull back the blind. A car’s pulling up.
“Ilya!”
“Dino!” Sasha cries.
The moment the guard has the door open, we pour out. Me, Sasha, Alina, and Kara. Demyan gets out, too. I wobble and almost fall at the sight of him, and he sees me. And then he starts hurrying to me, but something small hits his legs, wrapping tight.
If Kara didn’t grab me, I’d have hit the ground.
Sasha screams, “Daddy! I missed you!”
I start crying. This is a dream come true. My baby so happy and excited to see his father.
Demyan’s face goes blank. Shock blooms and then the kind of happiness that makes me cry harder.
He scoops Sasha up and smothers him with kisses ,and through my tears, I start laughing.
My heart swells. This moment burns into my memory. It’s perfect, it’s everything. It’s real.
My boys.
And I feel privileged to witness such a sweet little moment between father and son.
Demyan lifts his head and beams at me, then whispers something to Sasha, who screams with delight and nods .
They come up to me and Sasha wiggles. “Daddy has a secret for you, Mama. He loves you.”
“Sasha,” Demyan says with a laugh. “You’re not supposed to tell secrets.”
“Sorry.” And he wiggles more, sounding completely not sorry. “Dino said ice cream!”
He announces this to anyone who’s listening and manages to get down, and then I’m in Demyan’s arms. He holds me tight, kissing me hard.
His lips are soft, demanding, his tongue like whiskey and home.
When he breaks the kiss, he whispers, “You’ve no fucking idea how happy I am to see you, Lyubimaya .”
“Demyan.” I kiss him again.
He takes my face in his hands and it reminds me of when Sasha did it and I want to cry again. Demyan wipes my eyes.
“Hormones,” I mutter.
He kisses my nose. “I was so worried. I thought…”
“I’m fine.”
His hand grazes my stomach. “And the baby?”
“I’m sure the baby’s fine, too. I’ll have a checkup when we’re home.”
Demyan nods, then looks at the others. “Time to go.”
We get in different cars. I’m with Demyan and Sasha, but we don’t go to the hotel. Instead, we continue to travel farther from the city and along the coast, finally turning into a gorgeous hidden resort, the kind that’s small, its own thing.
“This is where we’d be coming tonight, anyway. Just the wedding party. I booked it out. It’s like an exclusive getaway a lot of famous people use when they want privacy and luxury. But… see down there? That’s where we’ll be honeymooning.”
There’s a natural-looking outcrop with what looks like a small house on it, surrounded by the azure water.
I stare at Demyan .
“All this…?”
“The hotel was for you girls.” Then he looks at me as we pull up and he gets out, letting Sasha clamber over me. My boy goes running off into the afternoon light, staff already appearing, with one following him. “He can’t get anywhere dangerous.”
Demyan’s jaw clenches and he sweeps me up into his arms.
“One thing you need to understand. I’m protective. I’m hands on. I can’t live without you, Erin. You need to know that. So we’re going in. Everyone else can party and Olga’s here. Plus, Sasha has plenty of adults that dote on him.”
“I know?—”
“I’m telling you that because we’re going to bed and there’ll be a Do Not Disturb sign on our room door. You’re taking it easy and staying in bed.”
“I need to get my things from the hotel?—”
“Everything is here now. Your dress, everything. You’ll be, as I said, staying in fucking bed, dinner in bed, breakfast in bed. You’re allowed up tomorrow to get ready for our wedding.”
He kisses me softly to take any gruffness from his order.
“And I’ll be right there with you, Lyubimaya . For the rest of our lives. You all come first. You, Sasha, our baby.”
A thrill races through me as a shiver slides down my spine.
We’re getting married.
Tomorrow.
Could life be any more perfect?
We head in, and I break away from snuggling against him to see he’s following a staff member to the front of the small resort. A door opens and Demyan whispers, “Close your eyes.”
I do .
It’s not until he places me on a soft, clean-scented bed that I’m allowed to open them again.
When I do, I gasp.
The entire curved wall is glass. And the curtains are open. The light streams in from the afternoon. But all I can see is the blue water.
“Oh, Demyan …”
“I love you, Erin. More than I can say. But it’s with every fiber of my body. My heart and my soul. You make the world light, fun, worth living. And that view? It’s got nothing on you.”
He gets up and picks up a remote control, then kicks off his shoes and presses a button. As the curtains whir shut, he starts to undress me.
It’s not even five in the afternoon. Nowhere near that, but I don’t care and my pussy throbs as he runs a hand down over my body, parting my now naked thighs. He leans into me, over me, and kisses me long and thorough.
Thing is, as I wrap about him, kissing him back, curling my fingers in his hair, I don’t care he’s being ridiculous with his take it easy attitude. All I want is this. To be here, close to the man I love.
Without fears or threats or doubts. Without resentment or past mistakes. Those are where they should be, in the past, and the rest of it? He’s dealt with the fears and threats and with those going, so do the doubts.
And I know there’s never going to be a reason to doubt him again. He loves me like I love him. More, he loves Sasha the way I do, like Sasha is the most precious thing. And I know that’s why he acted so angry and upset at me. It wasn’t logic, it was a tangle of fear and love and doubt.
But now we’ve been through so much and come through. Stronger, better. And with another precious gift on the way.
“I love you,” I whisper .
“I love you.”
He kisses me again, or I kiss him, or maybe we kiss each other. All I know is it’s liquid and real, a coming together from need and desire, the heat of his mouth and the slide of his tongue undo things in me, make me buzz and need even more.
The kiss shifts from the sparks we set to flame and his fingers dip down over my clit and along my lips. I moan against him as he parts them and starts to kiss down my body, spending time worshipping my breasts, my stomach where his baby grows, and then…
Demyan moves to the floor, on his knees, then he pulls me to him by my thighs and buries his face there, his tongue working my clit as his fingers thrust into me, over and over, long, measured thrusts, and I’m a mess, my entire focus on the pleasure he’s building in me and I come, shuddering.
He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps going until I don’t know what’s what.
I pull away and try to drag him into me. I twist and thrust up and when I’m on that brink again, he stops.
Demyan stands and strips and thrusts into me. It’s a slow, languid fuck, a making of love, our love, and he takes his time, building me all over again, like he’s saving every moment of being in me, like he’s making our bond stronger.
I shatter again, my body clenching down, and he pulls out, flips me, and slowly pushes into my ass. He softly bites on to my shoulder and I groan. It feels so good, that shockingly intimate act of him taking my ass a perfect thing for this. It’s trust and love and an ownership that goes both ways.
“Later,” he whispers, “I get your mouth, and then I eat you out all over again.”
It’s enough to set me off coming yet again, and it’s a wild, deep throbbing, coming from inside my soul.
That’s when he grips my hips and fucks me hard, each thrust a grunt and he suddenly buries himself balls deep, sending a sweet fire sweeping through me, knowing he’s all mine, and he comes, his dick twitching, his hips shuddering.
When he’s done, he pulls out and rolls us ,so I’m tucked into him.
“I love you, Erin,” he says, “more than life itself.”
I smile. “I love you, too. You’re my world.”