Page 24 of Cruel Russian Monster
I wasn’t sure how long it had been before someone pulled me out of the backseat. My eyes opened into slits.
Tomas?
What the hell was he doing here?
I felt a firm hand on my wound, pain slicing through my body. I swore right before I blacked out again.
The next time I stirred, I was in a bed. My eyelids fluttered open to see Vera’s pale, panicked face hovering above me. Her fingers trembled as she tried to unbutton my shirt, and I heard murmurs around me.
I groaned softly, trying to stay awake.
“Vera…”
But my eyes shut again, my body dragging me back under. All I could think about was her.
Her touch…her warmth…her comfort.
When my eyes opened again, we were back in that old hotel room in Delaware, the one where we’d hidden away from the world.
I was leaning against the headboard, still inside her. Vera was naked, straddling me, her head resting on my shoulder as she gently massaged the back of my head with one hand. My fingers traced slow, lazy lines down her spine.
“Have you ever thought about having a family? Having kids?” she asked softly, lifting her head to look at me, biting her bottom lip like she always did when she was nervous.
I reached up, slipped her lip free with my thumb, and kissed her gently.
“As a man, having a family is a must. Someone has to carry on my lineage.”
She frowned, and I knew there was something else she wanted to ask. But instead, she just dropped her head back onto my shoulder.
“Vera, look at me,” I commanded softly.
She lifted her head again, those blue eyes locking onto mine.
“Malishka,” I murmured, cupping her face, “what is it?”
Her voice barely made it out. “Have you…have you ever thought about having them with me? I know we usually keep things light between us, and hell, we don’t even know each other’s last names…I just…it's been six months and…”
I stared at her. I didn't say anything as I drowned in the depths of her eyes.
God, I wanted that.
I wanted nothing more than to slip a ring on her finger, add my name to hers, and put a baby in her belly.
A life with her that went beyond hotel walls and stolen hours. One where I could show her off to the world, kiss her good morning, and slip between her legs at night.
She looked away and whispered, “It was a stupid idea.” She started to move off me, but I stopped her with my hands on her hips.
I kissed her desperately.
Her hand tightened in my hair, and I felt myself harden in her. She moaned.
I pulled away, breathing heavily.
“I’d love to have kids with you. I’d love to make you my wife.” I cupped her jaw again. “But you’ll have to finish college first. Okay? You’re mine, Vera. Mine.”
“I'm yours, Jaro. Now and forever.”
I growled and kissed her again. This time, more possessive, more claiming. She was mine. We’d figure everything else out later. Especially how I was going to break the news to her that I was Bratva.
