Page 107 of Beautiful Broken Obsession

The next fewdays are sweet in a way I never imagined they could be. Milos is gentle, careful, and takes care of my every need. He’s the one who cooks, I don’t even get to clean. I’m barely allowed to help. This side of him is addictive.

I’m curled up in his lap as we watch the sunset.

“Are you okay with us spending most of our time in the city in the condo? I bought it for you but we don’t have to stay there. Once the baby comes we’ll shift to the family home where Mother can help as well as a nanny. However, for now the city is where I prefer to be so I can be close to everything,” Milos asks as he plays with my hair.

“You bought the condo for me?” I’m not really surprised anymore by the things he does, I’m just wondering how he knew.

He sighs. “If I couldn’t handle a night there after the way I chased you out of the room, then I knew you’d forever hate it too. I bought it then gave the decorator all your Pinterest pages for homes you loved and told her to give you the home you’d want. I’m sorry for what I said. Only you have the ability to push me past my control.”

I’m not surprised by anything this man does anymore.

Grasping his hand, I press a kiss to it then lay it flat on my chest. “Dear husband, it’s a woman’s mission in life to bring out the best in her husband, and you losing control with me is the only way I want you. And that day you losing control—even though it hurt at the time, you said and did the right thing. By then I was taking you for granted. You would always come when I called, be there when I needed you. Except I was never there for you—I just took. Maybe a part of that was how young I was, not knowing how to give back. It shocked me out of take mode, promising myself if I had another chance, I wouldn’t only take.”

Shaking his head, he kisses me roughly. “What I wanted was too much—everything you weren’t ready to give to me. As the one with all the experience, it was on me to teach you, and that’s what I was trying so hard to do in the beginning. Be my good girl. Give in to me, your body, your heart, all of you, and I’ll give it back because it’s already yours.”

“I do so love being your good girl.” I moan into his mouth.

Two MonthsLater

Celia

My phone starts ringing.I sigh and answer. “I was just thinking about it. I wasn’t going to do it.”

“You shouldn’t have even thought it. And you were going to do it if I hadn’t caught you.” Milos growls low.

The man knows me too well. I glare at the camera in the corner of the room. “Don’t you have work to do? Shouldn’t you be doing something besides watching me? Rachel, could you please move the kitty litter from this corner where the men unloaded it to the shelf? Thanks.”

“I’m waiting for a phone call. Good girl for getting Rachel to do it. I’m so proud of you for letting others do things for you.” Smoky and rich, the words leave a glow that glides from my chest to my tummy. “You’re coming home early today.” Milos states.

“What in an hour? I’ve only been gone for two hours.” I give Rachel a grateful smile as I go into my office. “Isn’t there some upside to you working all the time?” I huff.

“We talked about this. You’re pregnant. With twins.” His voice is strained.

I giggle as I run my hand over my tummy, kind of sad there’s no sign yet of our babies. I am only eleven weeks along. Milos had freaked out when he saw the second baby on the ultrasound. He apologized profusely for a week straight, swearing he’d never do anything like he did ever again.Iwas so freaking happy I could barely believe it. That’s Milos, not doing anything by halves. “I want you home not lifting litter or dealing with hissing cats.”

“Two hours.” I attempt to compromise, flashing my eyes as big as I can make them at the camera in the corner of the ceiling in my office. Milos watched me everywhere from our condo to my rescue.

“No compromising with your health. I want—”

I’m holding up my shirt, flashing my bra. Milos doesn’t say anything, although his exhale of air feels like a win.

“Celia,” damn it. “I’m going to spank your ass. No. One hour.”

I undo my bra. He swears as his phone rings.

“Spanked raw, and you just lost your hour. Get your ass home, now.” It’s an order.

Damn it. I pull my bra and shirt down, moping outwardly. Inside, I’m excited by the promised spanking. He hasn’t spanked me in the three weeks since we found out I’m pregnant with twins, flatly refusing for the safety of the pregnancy.

I close everything down to leave the rescue to Rachel’s competent handling. I’m so lucky she has stepped up the way I needed from the beginning. She didn’t complain at all when I told her I wasn’t allowed to hire men to work here. Her judgement of me bowing to Milos’s demand of no men was clear. Then she met him and said she understood—no problem with her.

Gleb has remained as my driver with Sergei as my primary guard. Sergei opens the door to the SUV for me. “Girly, you lasted almost three hours today. Good job.”

“Shut up.” I mutter.

“Come on, you know you’d rather be at home with Milos than with the kitties.” Sergei laughs.

“That’s what I’m worried about. I’ve only needed to take home a kitten once and he let me, but am I being a bad rescuer for not doing more?” I share my fear.

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