Page 127 of Born into Chaos

He furrows his brow at her. “I did.”

Vitya laughs while Val says, “No, I think you made her shit her pants as she ran away.”

Sasha just shrugs and lifts his fork to his mouth. “That was me being nice.”

Mia laughs and nudges her brother’s shoulder before grabbing a fork and taking a big slice of the cheesecake for herself. He raises a brow at her, but she just smiles and shoves the fork in her mouth. Mia isn’t scared of anyone or anything, least of all her big brother.

I lean back against Vitya when Alessandro stands up and says, “Clearly, I’m going to have to show them how this is done.” Walking over to my Aunt Jolene, he smiles and grabs the breadstick she’s still singing into and says, “Put it on ‘Love is a Battlefield.’”

My aunt laughs and searches for the song, and I’ve never laughed so hard in my life while watching Alessandro dance and sing along with Pat Benatar. By the time he’s done, the entire restaurant is clapping along and he’s getting several catcalls and shouts for an encore.

We stay until the place closes before saying our goodbyes. After several minutes of hugs and more congratulations for Vitya and me, everyone gets safely loaded up into the waiting SUVs. The bodyguards try not to laugh at our drunken parents, but it’s hard not to.

“Okay,malishka, let’s get you home,” my Uncle Matvey says before picking my Aunt Alina up and putting her on his lap in one of the backseats. She laughs and kisses him when he puts the seat belt around both of them.

“Make sure they drink water,” I tell Evgeny. “And take some aspirin.”

He laughs and gets in with them. “I will. Don’t worry.” Before he shuts the door, he looks back at his sister. “You coming?”

Yelena smiles at him and pulls the hood of her jacket up. “I’ll be back later. I left my book at Aunt Katya’s.”

My Uncle Matvey hollers, “Be careful, honey. Don’t stay out too late.” Leaning forward so he can see my brother, he adds, “Val, make sure she’s safe, yeah?”

“Will do, Uncle Matvey,” Val tells him before giving Yelena a quick smile, more than happy to be told to guard the woman he secretly loves.

“Come on, baby,” Vitya says, grabbing my waist and carrying Samantha’s car seat as we get into the other SUV. He gets her buckled in as I look out the window, watching Sasha take off on his motorcycle with Max and Damien following right behind. They rev their engines as they speed by, raising their hands in a quick wave before they weave into traffic and disappear around the corner.

By the time we finally get home and put Samantha to bed, I’m so tried I can barely keep my eyes open.

Vitya picks me up and carries me to bed. “You owe me a lingerie show,pcholka,” he reminds me as he gets me into bed and then pulls me close against him.

“Tomorrow,” I promise, not even bothering to open my eyes.

He gives a soft laugh and kisses my head. I fall asleep to the feel of him stroking my hair, and I wake up to the feel of him parting my thighs and sliding into me from behind.

“Vitya!” I gasp, my sleepy brain trying like hell to catch up to what’s going on.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear, rocking his hips so he slides in deeper. Grabbing onto my inner thigh, he spreads me wider and lazily drags his fingers between my legs, teasing me with featherlight touches as he fucks me in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.

Reaching my arm up, I fist his hair and moanhis name when he kisses a line down my neck while he gently rubs my clit. I’m still in that dreamlike state between wakefulness and sleep, and it’s heightening every sensation. Vitya takes his time, slowly working my body, easing me into the orgasm so that when it hits me, it’s the most natural thing in the world to just let go. I fall into it, embracing the ecstasy as he grips my hip and speeds up, chasing after his own release until he’s growling my name and coming hard.

“Damn,” I whisper, breathless and shaky.

He lets out a soft laugh and kisses the crook of my neck. “I behaved myself so well last night, but I woke up to your perfect ass against my dick, and I couldn’t resist sliding into you.”

I smile and turn my head to kiss his stubbled cheek. “I’m glad you did.”

“Plus,” he says with a grin, “Samantha got to bed so late last night, and I knew I had to take advantage of her sleeping in. She should be waking up any minute, though, so we need to hurry.”

“Hurry for what?” I ask, laughing when he scoops me into his arms and starts to carry me to the bathroom. Setting me down, he pulls open a drawer and hands me the box that we’ve both been ignoring for the last couple of weeks.

“It’s time,”’ he tells me. “I can’t wait any longer.”

I take the box and usher him out of the bathroom, shutting the door in his face. I know he’s anxious, but I can’t pee while he’s staring at me. When I’m done, I holler to let him know and then start to brush my teeth, too antsy to sit still.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous,” he says, giving a soft laugh and scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I already know you’re pregnant.”

“It’s possible I’m not,” I say, but I know in my heart that’s not true. I know I’m pregnant. I can just feel it.

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