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I grip her hair again and guide her where I want her. She lightly licks and sucks my balls while she rubs her clit hard and fast, panting, her breath warm and wet on my skin. Without warning, she stiffens, panting against my skin, then moans loud and long against my balls as she comes.

As I watch, she squirts, drops of liquid shooting out of her pussy. “Holy shit,” I grunt, stroking myself faster. “Fuck, Siena, turn around. I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

In a flash, she spins around, facing me on her knees, her cheeks flushed, her wet mouth open wide.

“You want to taste me? Taste what happens when I fuck my beautiful pregnant wife?”

“Yes, sir.” She tilts her head back, her mouth dropping open as she digs her fingertips into my thighs.

I grab her hair, pulling her head back, and push the head of my cock up against her wet lips. She swirls her warm tongue over me as I stroke myself hard and fast, my eyes glued to hers. “Don’t spill a fucking drop, Siena. Not one fucking drop.”

She pulls her tongue back in, and I press the head of my cock against her bottom lip so I can watch my cum fill her to overflowing. Some dribbles down her chin, and I grind out her name, calling her my good little whore over and over, as my cock pulses into her mouth, and I give her everything I have.

Keeping her mouth open so I can see it, she runs her finger over her chin, catching the spilled cum, and then puts her finger in her mouth, closing her lips around it. “Fuck, Siena. My little whore wife.”

Swallowing, she pulls her finger out of her mouth and smiles proudly up at me. She opens her mouth to show me that she swallowed all of it as I stare down at this beautiful woman I get to call mine.

“I love being your whore, Matti.”

38

Siena

ONE MONTH LATER

Curled up on Matti’s couch, I’m dozing when Matti wakes me by brushing my hair back from my face.

“Kitten, you should have some tea,” he says softly. “You need to stay hydrated.”

I was sick again this morning—morning sickness is the fucking worst—and Matti is crouching down by the couch, his hand protectively on my belly while he watches me with concern.

“Thank you,” I say, knowing he’s right. As I sit up, he hands me the steaming cup from the table.

There’s a hard knock at the door, and Matti stands, frowning. “What the fuck…”

Since we pulled the Luminous job last month, security has been airtight, with guards at the private elevator, another stationed outside our door. Matti has refused to let me leave the penthouse and he’s also refused to leave my side, which means he’s been taking care of me 24/7. And no one shouldbe knocking.

The door swings open before Matti can reach it. Vin strides in with a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a disheveled Tommy trailing behind him.

Matti’s brow furrows as he eyes Tommy. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Tommy looks wrecked. His hair is sticking up, one shirt tail is untucked, and his suit is rumpled like he’s been wearing it for days. Normally, he’s the most put-together of the guys, so seeing him like this is jarring.

Vin shakes his head, a subtle warning for Matti to drop it. “He’s been busy. But so have I.”

Grinning, Vin sets down the bag he’s carrying on the couch beside me.

Matti’s eyes light up. “That what I think it is?”

“Yep, but even better.” Vin unzips the bag and upends it, spilling stacks of hundred-dollar bills onto the couch. I gasp.

“What is this?” I ask, setting my tea down and picking up one of the cash bundles, holding it up to Vin quizzically.

Vin smirks, plucking the cash from my hand and tossing it at Matti’s chest. “That, princess, is what you get when you fence jewelry.”

Matti catches the cash and grins. “Nice. This will help.”

Vin’s smile fades. “It’s a good start, but it’s not enough. We need more to turn our plans into a reality.”

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