“I hope I get you pregnant tonight.”
His orgasm went on and on as he filled me to the brim. I wasn’t thinking about how we hadn’t used protection or Dmitry’s words about getting me pregnant.
I knew I should have been terrified by that… a declaration that meant so much. They meant everything.
He wrapped his thickly corded arms around my body and just held me as he sank back to the bed, so I was lying on top of him like I was his own personal blanket.
I tried to roll off him, but his arms tightened around me and he murmured huskily against my ear.
“Not going anywhere, detka. Gotta make sure every drop of my seed stays right where it needs to.”
I shivered, too sated and drowsy to fight him on this. But truthfully I didn’t want to. Foolish maybe. But right now I didn’t care enough. I was euphoric at finally having Dmitry as mine.
Warmth spilled from my thighs, and I rested my face on his chest, inhaling the scent of him. “Your cum is making a mess between my legs.”
He groaned and buried his face in the long fall of my hair before he slid his hand between my legs, gathered his cum, and pushed it back inside.
I didn’t know how long we lay like that, but with a groan he finally rolled me off him, only to pull me in close again.
Chest to chest, he pushed the hair from my face before stroking the back of my head so gently, looking at me with this soft expression. It went against how hard he was in every other aspect of his life.
“Probably better have that talk now, huh, baby?”
Chapter 36
Claudia
“Okay,” I whispered, feeling all that euphoria leave me after hearing Dmitry’s words.
I felt very vulnerable as I pulled away from him and brought the sheet to my chest, covering my breasts. He sat up and braced his back against the headboard, the same sheet pooling low on his waist, his abdomen clenched tight and so very defined.
I had to look away because I started feeling heated all over again, looking at all that hard, tattooed skin, his scent surrounding me, covering every inch of me. My gaze dropped to his hands, then up his forearms.
With the light hitting his arms just right, I could make out the long, crisscrossed scarring underneath the ink, snaking from his wrists to his inner elbows.
I wondered how he got those, but a part of me already knew. Childhood trauma ran rampant in the Cosa Nostra, and I had to assume it was the same for the Bratva.
Although I knew nothing about him, I suddenly wanted to learn every little secret he kept deep down, the things he would never share with anyone because it would seem like a weakness.
And God forbid anyone saw him as anything but invincible.
When I focused back on his face, he was already watching me, a stoic expression covering the hard, masculine planes of his face, his eyes shielded.
Learning this man's secrets would be like breaking into a safe with no tools, blindfolded, and your hands tied behind your back.
“What do you want to know? Where should I start?”
There was no change in the tone of his voice, and I wondered how easy it was for him to shut off his emotions. As if it were a light switch he flipped to let his darkness consume him and wipe away any trace that he’d been in the light.
“I want the truth,” I said as he reached out and curled his arm around me, pulling me in closer, as if he couldn’t stand to have me a few feet away.
He inhaled so harshly I felt his chest rise and fall hard against my side.
I didn’t think he’d answer because the silence stretched on, but when I felt the air change, I knew he’d give me what I wanted.
“I knew where you were after I was released because I had you followed.”
I knew as much.
“Wanted to make sure no one fucked with you, that I could find you as soon as I got out.”
There were so many questions in my mind, but I stayed silent.
“I’ll always know where you’re at.”
I tilted my head and looked at him, seeing he was watching me intently.
“I knew Gio called you home because I’d made sure things went my way.”
My brows knitted in confusion, and I forced myself to pull away, to keep the sheet to my chest, a shield that did nothing to protect me from the darkness and war that was Dmitry. Those dual things I knew were a part of his very DNA.
“And I was supposed to be there tonight, detka. I was supposed to be in that office and kissing you in front of your arrogant brother, so he knew this wasn’t just a deal for me.”