Page 94 of The Pakhan's Sold Bride

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss my neck.

“I couldn’t imagine you looking more beautiful than you did before, but throughout this whole pregnancy, you’re glowing more and more each day.”

“I’m just happy I’m one of the lucky girls.” I grin at my reflection in the mirror. He’s right. I am glowing. And despite the size of our son growing in my belly, this pregnancy has been magical for me.

“Lucky?” he asks, letting the weight of our baby return to me as he steps away to grab his jacket and slip it over his crisp white shirt.

I turn to adjust the collar, letting my hand drift over his chest.

“Yes, some girls hate being pregnant, and some girls love it,” I shrug.

“I see. Does it help that you have the most amazing husband in the entire world who would do anything for you?” he asks.

“Mm. Let me think,” I say, holding my finger to my chin, scrunching my nose.

“Lara, you better be very careful about your answer,” he warns me, an edge of mischief in his voice.

“I’m not sure. My husband has been neglecting me lately.”

“Excuse me?” he snarls, looking horrified.

“Oh, look at the time, we really have to go,” I grin, quickly grabbing my own jacket and making for the door.

“Lara Rostov, you are going to be in a great deal of trouble when you get home tonight and your husband decides to do anything but neglect you.”

“Mm. Promises, promises,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him.

He growls, that divine sound that he makes when he thrusts into me from behind.

I’ve been drowning in need of him during the pregnancy. My hormones are all over the place, but one thing that has been steady is that I want him. All the time. Every morning, every night.

I’m surprised that he’s keeping up—and still offering more.

If we weren’t going to be late, I would have pounced on him already, but we just had fun in the shower, and we have a dinner to get to.

Nestor catches up with me and wraps his arm around my waist as we walk out to the car. “You are a cheeky little fox, aren’t you?” he grins, leaning down to kiss me as he pulls the car door open.

“Your cheeky little fox.”

“Don’t ever forget that.” He slaps my ass and closes the door once I’m inside.

***

On the way to his mother’s place, he gets a call from Benedikt. “Sorry, my love, I need to take this,” he says, pressing to answer the call on his Bluetooth.

“Benedikt. How are you, man?”

“Good, good. I’m arriving next Tuesday. We can go through the plans for the operation then. I have a few ideas I want to run past you.”

“Good, that’s perfect. Listen, I’m just on my way out so—"

“Wait, before you go. I didn’t call about that update. I just wanted to let you know that Miron was spotted by one of my informants.”

“Where?” Nestor asks, immediately tense.

“On the streets of Las Vegas. I sent my men to the location, but he was long gone. He’s a slippery little snake, but I have my eyes peeled. Now that I know he’s in my city, I will be on high alert. I’ll let you know if I hear anything more.”

“Thanks, man. We’ll get that asshole eventually. “

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