Page 124 of Sins and Virtue

Kon held me for a moment longer until he removed himself; another powerful rush of ecstasy flew through me as I couldn’t move. His cum leaked down to my pussy and then the back of my thighs as he stood over me admiring the view before he rolled me over onto my back.

My vision was hazy as he laughed. “Did I fuck you dumb,kotyonok?”

“Shut… up… Volkov.”

He swallowed my sternness with a kiss. Consuming me until there was no oxygen left in my lungs and all I could breathe was him.

My lips moved against his, hungrily, wanting to fight for dominance as I nipped his bottom lip. He groaned, devouring each kiss like it was our last, feasting on each other for eternity. He bit. I bit back harder. Letting the madness consume us into sinful corruption. No one, and I mean no one, would part us. Not even death.

We ripped away only when our lungs felt like they would give out.

Together we burned like the sacred flames of Vesta.

“Damn, I think I love you.” My breathless words take flight.

He carefully grabbed my chin, tilting it up to see him. “Careful, kotyonok, you might be stealing something you can’t take back.”

“Good thing, I can keep you then.” I winked at him, lifting my arms and barely wrapping them around his large muscular back.

Butterflies took flight in my stomach. The essence of this man made me fall back into love with everything. Life. The forbidden.Him.

God, this was going to be a wonderful life.

An edging knife poked at my sternum, the picture-perfect image cracking a bit. Knowing there was only one tiny person missing. The other love and light of my life.

He rested his hands on each side of my head, his all-discerning gaze inquisitively narrowing at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I began; his stare only made me tell the truth. “Well, if I’m being honest, and I know I shouldn’t complain, and I really can’t because this has all been so… great.”

“But?”

“But,” my finger lazily trailed around the line of his jaw, treading carefully on what I was about to say. “I can’t help but think about my son, Ollie.”

Kon remained silent, his features barely moving an inch.

He was probably sick of me talking about my son. Most men would dislike women with children. Many more would hate raising a child who isn’t their own. More so the fact that during the happiest moments, I would tell him how much I wished Ollie to be here and how much he would love it— which my sweet boy would, but Konstantin thought that his presence should have been enough to fulfill me.

But I wanted more. I wanted to have it all.

And he knew that.

He knew how much I longed for a family and my child every day and night. And if being with me meant I would choose my child, it was the price he had to pay. I just didn’t know when he would be fed up with me and decide to call it “quits.”

Well, if he could find someone better than me, that is.

Still, maybe us being naked in bed wasn’t the right time to talk about this.

Using half of my strength, I pushed him to the side as I stood upright on the bed, grabbing the sheet to cover myself and face the matte gray walls. Running a loose hand through my hair as I sighed again. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

“Perhaps, but now it’s the right time to talk about him.”

He reached out his hand and rested it on my arm, softly pulling me in as he lay on his side. “Then when is the right time, Blair?” His eyes burned on the side of my temple.

“I don’t know, but I know you don’t understand what it’s like to be a parent and the responsibility that comes with it. And I don’t blame you, nor do I want to pressure you. It’s just so much to explain, too little time.”

“Tell me.”