“It sure felt like one, Princess, and so does this,” he said, delving a hand between my legsbefore I could clamp them closed.
His blunt fingertips slid through my slick folds, immediately gliding inside me. I gasped out a curse, and my head fell back as his thick finger pressed inside me, shoving all other thoughts from my head.
He leaned up and grinned wickedly at me. “My, my, we are wet this morning, aren’t we, Molly? Do you need a hand with that?”
“No, thanks,” I told him, barely able to stop my hips from rising to meet his lazy finger thrusts. “I’ll wait until you leave and finish myself off.”
A calculating look passed across his dark eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were looking to get tied up and left here until I get back.”
His phone vibrating madly on the bedside table stopped me from having to answer.
He reached out one long arm and grabbed it, answering the call while his finger was still deep inside me. When I tried to pull away, he added a second, stretching me deliciously.
“Slyshayu,”Kirill answered, shifting effortlessly into Russian.
He watched me with hungry eyes as he listened to the speaker on the other end of the call, pumping his fingers in and out at the same time. He twisted his hand, pressing those large, rough pads against the spongy spot on the front wall of my pussy. His thumb found my clit, and I knew I’d die if he left me high and dry.
With coming as quickly as possible in mind and my dignity out the window, I moved against him, meeting his thrusts with my hips. My eyes rolled back as the perfect combination of moves left me speechless.
Kirill muttered now and again into the phone, only enough that the speaker knew he was still there. His eyes never left me. He watched me come undone like it was the most fascinating, beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
I shoved a hand into my mouth to cut off my cry when I came, shame burning through me that the person on the other end of the line might be listening. My thighs clamped hard around his hand, and my entire body pulsed with pleasure. I came so hard my teeth felt like they were rattling in my head as I shook.
When the delirium passed, I floated back to the bed to find Kirill still watching me.“Oh my god, did he hear?”
Kirill grinned. “Of course not. I hung up way before that, Princess. No one but me gets to hear you come.”
Ugh, of course, I should expect Kirill to be possessive about the filthiest things. I realized his hand was still inside me and raised an eyebrow.
He took his time pulling free and arranging my sleep shorts so they covered me chastely. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I have to go.”
“So soon?” I intoned, relieved to have some time to remember all the terrible things he’d done to me and stop folding like origami at his touch.
“Yes.” He stood, naked and erect as hell. His dick was so hard it looked painful as it jutted away from his belly at an angry angle. “Try not to look so happy about it,” he growled.
“I can’t help it. I’m a terrible liar, remember?” I reminded him cheerfully before turning over and snuggling back down in bed.
I didn’t want to sleep anymore, but I was putting off getting up and the inevitable sickness that followed. What would Kirill do if he knew I was suffering so badly from morning sickness? Probably take me to the best hospital in the city and demand they fix it, at gunpoint, if necessary. As always, the thought of him finding out scared me. I burrowed under the covers and listened to him getting dressed.
When he was ready, he came to stand above me. He must have bought my sleeping act because he didn’t touch me or do anything to wake me. He loomed over me, and after a long moment where I waited for him to call my bluff, he turned and left the room.
I waited until all sounds from the hall had stopped before rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling.Crap.I was right back where I started, falling into the sex haze, my anger melting because, despite everything, he was the man I loved. But unlike at the beginning, I was pregnant now. Pregnant with his child.
I put a hand on my belly. I’d soon be over twelve weeks. According to everything I’d read, I should be due an ultrasound about now if I was trying to be any kind of good, responsible mother. Unfortunately, I had little to no hope of getting out of The Tower to get an ultrasound. The thought of sneaking out and Kirill barreling through the door halfway in, eyes blazing, was enough to make me snap my eyes shut again and wish for sleep.
When had life gotten so complicated? About the same time my heart decided it would continue to love Kirill, even if he wasn’t the hero in my story like I’d thought, but the villain.
* * *
Just when mymood threatened to veer into truly depressed and guilt-ridden, Max gave me the biggest and best surprise of my life.
I was sitting in the kitchen with Olga. She hadn’t said anything about babies, and my warning look seemed to be enough to stop her from broaching the subject. She had, however, decided it was time to continue my introduction to wifely skills, a subject I hated. But now it had a motherly twist that was making me anxious. This afternoon, she was showing me how to makekashaand told me it was a popular food for children. She shrugged at my glare and told me to write the recipe down so I wouldn’t forget.
Max waltzed into the kitchen with a grin.“Mallory, you’re going to love me,” he announced, glancing nervously at the blinking red light of the CCTV camera in the corner. “Not literally, of course.”
“Be careful. Big Brother will come and get you, Maxy,” I teased him, enjoying his panic.
He collected himself and turned toward the hall. “Come on; she won’t bite you.”