Page 117 of Born into Chaos

I smile up at her. “I’m a pretty sweet guy.”

She laughs and slides the ring onto my finger. Before I met her, I never had any desire to be tied to anyone, but she’s changed everything, and when the ring is securely on my finger, it feels so damn right, like my whole life was leading me to this exact moment.

“You’re not allowed to take that off either,” she tells me.

“Never, baby.” I yank her jeans down without warning, and she quickly grabs onto my shoulders for support. Samantha will be waking up from her nap soon, but we still have some time, and I intend to use every second of it. Running my tongue up her panty-covered slit, she moans my name, already rocking her hips and arching up for me.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” I ask, sucking her swollen clit through the lace.

“Yes, just a few minutes ago,” she says in a breathy rush that holds both amusement and lust as I keep licking and sucking on her delicate folds.

“Hmm, too long,” I murmur against her skin. “Time for me to tell you again with my tongue.”

And that’s exactly what I do. Ripping her panties off, I bury my head between my wife’s legs and feast on her sweet pussy until she’s biting back her screams and bucking against my greedy mouth like the little wild thing she is. Even after she comes, I take my time with her, unwilling to let her go, even though she’s overly sensitive and squirming beneath my touch, I keep teasing her, bringing her back to where Iwant her, and when I do finally slide into her, she’s already so far gone that all she can do is cling to me as I take her in a hard, fast rhythm.

By the time our daughter lets out herI’m awakescream, Sveta is barely keeping her eyes open. I give her another kiss before standing and pulling my clothes on. Giving a soft laugh, I leave my wife sprawled out on the living room floor—dripping my seed, sated and happy and wearing nothing except a satisfied smile and the diamonds I bought for her.

Fucking perfect.

When I reach in Samantha’s crib and pick her up, I feel like the luckiest bastard alive. My daughter smiles and reaches out to touch my face. Her soft, uncoordinated movements are cute as hell, and when I smile even bigger, she squeals and kicks her legs.

“Someone woke up happy,” I tell her, but the truth is she always wakes up like this. She’s definitely going to be aglass half fullkind of person, and I plan on doing everything I can to make sure that never changes.

By the time I get her diaper changed and walk back out into the living room, Sveta’s managed to pull her clothes back on. She’s still looking adorably ravished with her hair sticking out and makeup smeared, and when I pull my phone out and snap a quick pic, she raises a brow at me while I laugh.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her.

“I look like you just had your way with me.”

I smile even bigger. “Exactly.”

I grab Samantha’s bottle and settle in with her while Sveta gets herself looking presentable again. I like her how she is now, but she’s going out to look for a dress to wear to our wedding celebration party, so it’s best she doesn’t walk around looking like a woman who enjoys a nice hard fuck, not while I’m not around to protect her at least. Today’s shopping trip is a women-only thing, and she made it clear I wasn’t invited. I’m not allowed to see the dress until the day of.

When she walks back in, her makeup is fixed, hair is combed, and she’s changed into a red sweater that hugs her like a second skin,accentuating the breasts that I’m acutely aware have grown since the first time I touched them.

My wife is definitely pregnant.

I take in the sight of her and ask, “How many bodyguards will be going with you?”

She smiles and comes over to sit down next to me so she can grab Samantha. “A ton. My mom and all my aunts are coming, along with Natalya, Lara, Mia, and Yelena, so we’ll have Melnikov guards and Alessi men. You can stop worrying now.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“Daddy’s being overprotective again,” she tells Samantha while she kisses her chubby cheeks. “Just wait until you try to date.”

“Good god, don’t even joke about that,” I say, not wanting to think about our daughter growing up and all the things that could happen to her.

Sveta laughs and in a dramatic whisper says, “Don’t worry, Sam, I’ll try to talk sense into him before you turn sixteen.”

I huff out a breath. “Good luck with that.”

“We’re not locking her up, Vitya.”

“I never said anything about locking her up, but she will be well-protected, and we’re going to make sure her bodyguard is old and married.” I meet her eyes and add, “Kind of like the one you’re getting.”

She laughs. “As if I could ever want another man.”

“Glad to hear that,pcholka, but I’m not worried about you behaving yourself. I’m worried about him. Your dad and I are still debating on who it should be.”

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