Page 114 of Born into Darkness

Sveta looks up at him like he’s lost his mind. “Only a man would say something like that. I’m going to say those exact words to you if you ever have to squeeze two plums out your pee hole.”

Vitya pales at the idea and whispers a quickJesusat the idea of it while every man’s balls within hearing distance retract a little bit at the thought of all that pain.

“You do know you’re not squeezing them out yourpee hole,right?” Luka asks with a laugh.

Sveta tries not to laugh and fails. “It was the closest comparison. Stop laughing at me. I’m about to give birth to two babies. I deserve your sympathy, not your teasing.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you,” Val tells his twin.

Yelena smiles at Sveta and says, “Absolutely. You’re going to do great, and then all our babies will grow up together, just like we all did.”

I hug my wife tighter and look around at my cousins, my best friends, the people I love most in this world, and I’m so excited to be able to give this to our children. I can’t wait to see them all running around and playing together.

More people crowd around to congratulate us while Wallace runs around, thrilled at all the attention and so many arms to throw tennis balls for him. Dario, Alessandro, and Tony all come over to hug Talia, and when Evgeny gives me a hug, I notice he’s already ditched his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. The newly tattooed Grim Reaper on his forearm is on full display. He officially joined the Bratva a couple of weeks ago after turning eighteen, and even though he’s applied to colleges, he’s made it clear the Bratva and family will always come first.

Pulling my wife closer, we spend the next several hours laughing and dancing and eating, celebrating with our families, and it feels perfect, like my life was always leading me right to this very moment, right to this amazing woman in my arms. With her sitting in my lap and everyone we love around us and Wallace happily lying at our feet, I have everything I could ever need or want. The Amaya Cartel didn’t break us, Miguel and his fucking daily beatings didn’t destroy us—all it did was bring her into my life and make me stronger.

Pulling her closer, I bury my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of my wife while I rest my hand on her stomach, already anxious for it to grow bigger.

“I had no idea I could be this happy,” I murmur against her ear.

“Uh-oh,” she says with a soft laugh. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to start composing really upbeat, poppy music.”

“Not a chance,” I say, kissing her neck. “But there will be more beauty in it and less sadness, thanks to you.” I keep my face close to her skin, wanting a piece of her in every inhale I take. “I’m sorry I can’t play you your song yet. I wanted it to be your wedding present.”

She rests her hand on mine, gives it a soft squeeze, and then lightly drags her finger over my taped-up knuckles. “I can’t wait to hear it.” She turns and kisses me. “I love you, Max. I can’t believe you wrote me a song, and I know I’ll love every note of it, but all I need is you.”

I smile and kiss her back. “And all I need is you.”

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Four Months Later

“Max,” Talia pants from where I have her tied to my piano. She’s on her back, legs spread wide, pussy fully exposed and right in front of me. She’s swollen and dripping her arousal onto the beautiful Fazioli piano she’d surprised me with for our house in Oregon.

I ignore her whimpers and play another étude. My hand is almost fully healed, but there’s still some stiffness, still some clumsiness that wasn’t there before, and I’ve become relentless at trying to get rid of it. The splayed-out pussy before me is my reward for all the practice.

As I play the familiar notes, I run my eyes over her swollen cunt and then up the little round belly that always makes me smile and finally to the tits that have become swollen with pregnancy and even more sensitive than usual. Her thighs quiver while she waits, and the impatient growl she gives makes me smile even bigger.

When I don’t miss a note, I lean closer, letting the heat of my breath hit her sensitive skin as she rocks her hips. The scent of her has my cock straining against my jeans, pre-cum already coating my head, and a raw, feral need building inside me that soon I won’t be able to control. For now, though, I run my tongue up her slit, savoring the taste of her with a groan before wrapping my lips around her clit and giving a suck.

“Jesus,” she gasps, unable to do anything but take what I’m giving her. The restraints are soft against her skin. She’s not in any pain, just unable to move and completely at my mercy—exactly where she should always be.

I told myself I wasn’t going to let her come for another thirty minutes, but she tastes too fucking good for me to stop. Her sexy moans fill the room, her pouty lips yell my name, begging me to not stop, and my willpower dissolves. Gripping her hips, I spread her wider, wanting and needing more of her. I lick and suck every inch of her before sinking my tongue in deep. She bucks against me, trying like hell to ride my face, and her frustrated groans let me know the restraints are doing their job.

“God, you taste amazing,” I growl, lapping at her sweet cunt until her whole body is shaking and the only word she can form is my name. She’s right where I want her. Not letting up but being careful to not push her over the edge, I undo my jeans, fisting my cock and pulling it free with a groan. Before I stand, I give her swollen, achy clit one last lick and then kiss her pregnant belly.

“Max,” she moans, dark eyes half-lidded and a beautiful flush to her face.

“Hmm?” I ask, kissing and sucking a line up her body. I flick my tongue over one of her nipples. “You okay, baby?”

“No,” she whines. “And you damn well know it.”

I laugh, loving when her feisty side comes out to play. “Do I?” I ask, giving her a long, hard suck.

“If you don’t get your dick inside me right fucking now, I may never speak to you again,” she shouts at me.

I let go of her tit so I can laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s like you don’t know me at all.” I grab onto her hips and press the head of my cock to her dripping wet slit, letting her feel the pressure against her aching pussy but refusing to push in. I keep teasing her and ask, “You’re never going to speak to me again?”

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