Page 26 of Bratva Beast

“Well, I’m not. Having a baby isn’t in my plans, Cynric.”

A frown covers his face. “You won’t end it?”

I shove him off. “Of course not. I’m grateful I have a choice, but no.”

He mumbles. “Not sure there really is a choice.”

I glare. “My body. My choice.”

“Well, I’m happy about this.”

Papa’s face pops into my mind. “Papa won’t be. This will fuck up his plans he’s always talking about.”

Cynric waves his hand. “I’ll handle him.” He kisses the top of my head. “What do you need?”

The weight of that question coats my whole body in a syrup of indecision. “I don’t know.” I drop the test in the trash as he scoops me up, cradling me in his arms.

We walk through the apartment. He whispers. “I can count the number of good surprises on one hand. This is a good surprise.”

My mind is still wrapping itself around what’s happened as he sets me down next to the bed to begin peeling off my clothes. “You’re not mad?”

He stands in front of me cupping my naked breasts. “I’m not mad.”

My brain scrambles trying to make sense of what is happening and magically he’s naked with a supreme erection. “You’re not a one-woman man.”

He sucks a nipple into his mouth and pops off. “I wasn’t. But I am now.”

He pushes me back against the side of the bed, and I fall. He kneels next to the bed and moves his mouth to cover my sex. His index finger finds my clit and flicks it as he sucks and licks. I don’t have time to rationalize what’s happening. My body is overloaded with emotions. I writhe and moan as he brings me to orgasm. My hand squeezes the comforter as the other hand wraps around his head, pushing him harder into my sex. “Oh.” Time stands still as I fall off the precipice into bliss.

Cynric chuckles. “That was awesome. My turn.”

My body hasn’t come all the way down, and he’s inside me. His cock is hard like velvet-covered steel, and another orgasm is just out of reach. He lifts my hips to delve further, and my breath hitches. The feeling is better than I could have ever imagined. He plays my body like his own personal instrument, and I cry out. His voice joins me as he wraps himself around my torso and kisses me hard.

Finally, we still in each other’s arms. He drops to the side of me and brushes my loose tendrils away from my face. “Tell me you can be happy with me.”

The request rattles around my head. Can I? Thoughts war in my brain. I blurt. “I am happy. I never expected to fall…”

His eyes widen. “Fall?”

Oh crap. I don’t want him to know. Find the right phrase. Don’t give him the upper hand. Love doesn’t turn out well for women. I bite my lower lip and just take a leap of faith. “I’ve fallen in love with you.” The room is silent except for the air coming through the vent. He doesn’t say anything, and I want to crawl into a hole.

“Isabella?”

I steel my heart as I turn. “What?”

“I feel the same.”

My heart cries out in joy as my brain holds up a huge stop sign. He didn’t speak the words. His mouth crashes down on mine, and the questions about what he actually meant don’t get formed.

He cuddles me, brushing his fingers gently over my skin. “Sleep.”

I should get up. I have things I need to do. The thoughts sit on a shelf smirking at me as I drift off.

I wake up to a cold, empty bed. It’s my only day off, and I don’t have anything planned. I raise my hand to block the light to check the time. Nausea climbs my throat. I’m going to be sick. I throw off the comforter and run into the bathroom, throwing open the toilet, I empty my stomach. Seriously. The moment I find out I’m pregnant, I get morning sickness. You’ve got to be kidding me. I hear heavy footsteps rushing in my direction as I sit down against the wall.

Cynric sticks his head around the corner. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I start to get up and nearly lose my balance, bracing myself against the wall. Before I can think, Cynric’s arms are around me, cradling me to his chest. “What can I do?”

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