Page 36 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
That does something to me. His name. Our family. I come hard, yelling like a banshee and shaking with shattering waves of pleasure. Mikhail fucks me through my orgasm, holding my face in a grip tight enough that I have no choice but to stare into his wild blue eyes while he keeps snapping his hips into mine. Over, and over, and over… Until a mighty growl thunders from his chest and he holds himself buried balls deep inside me, jerking rope after rope of thick, heavy cum. Filling me, fucking marking me.
When we finally, finally stop shaking, he pulls me into his strong arms. Our sweat-covered bodies melting together. Scents blending. His cock, still inside me. Like we never want to let go. Never want the connection to end.
Misha’s hand goes back to my stomach, and he whispers hoarsely, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
He kisses my forehead, all sweet and loving, while I’m still stuffed full of his cum and big dick… “Best thing that ever happened to me.”
I smile teasingly, running my fingers along his hairline. “Who, me or the baby?”
He chuckles, giving me another kiss. “Both.”
I snuggle into his chest. “So, we’re really doing this? Marriage, baby, everything.”
“Yeah, Milaya. We are.”
I lie there, grinning huge, with his ring on my finger, his baby in my belly, wrapped in my husband’s arms.
Eleven
Epilogue
MAYA
“We’re going where?”
Mikhail’s loading our bags into the back of his SUV, and nonchalantly repeats, “My family’s island.”
I blink. “Your family has an island?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. Fucking shrugs! Like that’s a normal thing for ANYONE to say!!
“Like… an actual island? Land surrounded by a body of water?”
“That’s usually how islands work, baby.” And now he’s smirking. God, this man.
I stare at him. “Mikhail.”
He chuckles. “What?”
“You can’t just casually mention your family’s own private island!”
He shrugs. “Babe, it’s not a big deal.”
Oh, my God! “It’s a HUGE deal!”
More shrugging. “You’re a Maksimov. Get used to it.”
And just like that, he’s in the driver’s seat, waiting for me. Like it’s a normal thing to spend your honeymoon on your own freaking island!
I stand there, trying to process. My husband’s family owns an island. Wait, no. MY FAMILY owns a private fucking island! Jesus Christ. What is even my life?…
* * *
The private jet is waiting for us at a small airstrip. A literal private jet with the Maksimov name on it.
“You gotta be kidding me,” I mutter incredulously when we pull up. Blinking like my vision’s gonna clear and this mirage disappear.
