Page 42 of Surprise Bratva Daddy

We lie there for a moment, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. Zane pulls out, and I feel his cum leaking from my pussy.

"That was incredible," he says, his hand moving down my back. "But we should shower and get ready for breakfast. I think Kiro is waiting for us to get out of bed."

"How do you know?" I ask, stretching out my limbs.

"I can hear him moving around the house," he says, sliding out of bed and walking naked toward the bathroom.

I can't help but watch him, admiring his tight ass and muscular thighs. It's impossible for me not to follow him to the shower and join him under the steaming hot water.

We take our time cleaning each other, our hands exploring every inch of skin. I've never felt more intimate with another person, and the way Zane looks at me makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.

When we finally emerge from the shower, the air in the house feels different. I can sense the change between Zane and I, the way we've crossed a line into something deeper and more meaningful. We're bonded now, connected in a way that's impossible to describe.

We dress quickly and go downstairs to the kitchen, where Kiro is busy making pancakes. "Good morning," he says, smiling as we enter. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"You're in an awfully good mood," Zane says, grabbing a coffee cup from the cupboard. "What made you decide to play house?"

Kiro chuckles, flipping a pancake. "I figured you'd be hungry, and I wanted to celebrate the big win."

Zane raises his eyebrows. "The big win? Are you talking about the book?"

"I am," Kiro replies with a grin. "The stock tips are already paying off. We're up a few million dollars so far."

"Surely, that can't be legal," I say without thinking.

Kiro and Zane both give me a funny look.

I laugh. "Sorry, I'm still waking up."

28

Zane

“Since we’re stuck here for a while, I’d like to know more about the man I’m having a child with,” Monroe says as she joins me out by the pool.

I lower my sunglasses, watching her hips swing in a bright red bikini as she walks toward me. I might not be able to talk much when I’m drooling over her like this. How is it that she can be so beautiful without even having to try?

I put my hands behind my head, leaning back on my recliner as she sits on the one to my left. “What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, actually,” she says with a laugh. “But I feel like we don’t really know much about each other’s pasts. What was it like for you growing up?”

“Oh god,” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I feel like this isn’t the time to get into this.”

“Why not? It’s the perfect time,” she insists.

“Okay, but you go first,” I say, unwilling to share my troubled childhood before she shares hers. It can’t be nearly as bad.

“I had a nice childhood,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. “A lot of nice summers in that house. You know, the one that burned down.”

“Maksim will pay for that,” I growl, feeling a surge of heat in my chest.

Monroe reaches out and places a cool hand on my arm. “Relax, baby. Let’s not get into that right now. I’m trying to treat our little rendezvous like a mini vacation.”

I exhale my anger, settling back into my recliner. “Okay, go ahead.”

“Thank you. I was just saying that I grew up in that house, which is why I stayed there after my parents died. It was all I had left of them, aside from the memories.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling a pain in my soul that I recognize as empathy. It’s been a while since I felt anything like it.

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