Page 72 of Paved in Venom

“Are you going to answer me?”

Resting my hand on her hip, I give her a squeeze and rock my hips up just enough to really let her feel my cock against her ass. When I bring my other hand to hers, dragging my fingers along her arm before wrapping them around her wrist so I can feel how fast her heart is beating, she lets out a moan that’s just loud enough for me to hear.

“Stop trying to distract me,” she whispers.

“Why not?” I ask with a grin. “It’s working so beautifully.”

She leans closer and brings her mouth to my ear. “Please tell me.” Her breath is hot against my ear, and when she gives my earlobe a soft suck, she lets her teeth graze my skin, and I’m helpless to deny her anything.

“Because we’re going to kill them soon,” I say.

Instead of jumping off my lap, she pulls back so she can see me. “Do you have to?”

“Yes. They’ve served their purpose, and now they’re just in the way. They’re also untrustworthy and sloppy and they know too much. If we keep them alive, there’s no guarantee they won’t do something stupid like go to another Bratva for help in getting revenge. Keeping them alive puts you and Emily at risk, and that’s not something any of us are willing to do.”

She thinks about what I’ve said, and when she meets my eyes again, I run my thumb over her fast-beating heart and say, “I will never allow any harm to come to you. Anyone who hurts you or could potentially be a threat to you gets killed. It’s as simple as that.”

I can tell she wants to ask something, and when she hesitates, I give her a kiss and say, “Ask me, baby. What is it?”

The fingers of her right hand play a tune on my chest while she bites her bottom lip and finally says, “Are you going to use pruning shears again?”

I laugh because it’s the last thing I was expecting. “No, sladkaya. It’ll be a quick bullet to the head. Stefan was different. That was personal. He violated you, and I wanted him to pay for that.”

She confirms my belief that she’s absolutely perfect for me when she gives a nod and then kisses me again. “Okay. I know you’ll always keep me safe, Danil, and I trust you. One day we’re going to have a family, and the last thing I want is to always have to worry about our baby being safe.”

“You will never have to worry about that,” I tell her, meaning every word of it, and then I smile at the thought of her pregnant with our baby.

“You want a family, right?”

I smile even bigger. “Yes, baby, I want a family. I never did before, but I do now.”

“Really?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Sweetheart, before I met you if anyone had mentioned the word baby, I would’ve broken out in a cold sweat. It would’ve been a nightmare, the last thing I would’ve wanted or needed, but with you, it’s all I can fucking think about.”

Resting my hand on her stomach, I imagine it big and swollen, and when my cock grows even harder, she raises a brow at me and gives a soft laugh.

“The idea of you pregnant, sladkaya, goddamn, it drives me fucking crazy.”

Forgetting all about the plate of food, I stand up and take her with me, carrying her back to our room. She kisses me the whole way, wrapping her arms and legs around me and running her hands through my hair, and as soon as I shut the door, she’s tugging on my shirt, wanting me just as much as I’m wanting and needing her.

When we’re naked and she’s lying on the bed beneath me, I slide into the tight, wet heat of her while she clings to me and moans my name, and it’s fucking perfect. It always feels like I’m right where I’m supposed to be when I’m inside her. It’s a feeling I’ve come to crave, and I need it now, just like I need air or water or food.

I kiss my way down her delicate neck while my fingers part her lips so she can suck me deep. God, her mouth is a work of fucking art. She runs her tongue over my fingers before sucking me in even deeper while I fuck her sweet pussy and feel the frantic beat of her heart against my tongue.

“You want my cum, baby,” I whisper against her skin. “You want me to fill this tight pussy with my seed?”

“Mm-hmm,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my back and rocking her hips up even more.

“Every part of you is mine,” I growl, “and inch by beautiful inch, I’m going to mark your body as mine. There won’t be a spot left on you that’s free of me. I will cover you in bruises that you’ll beg me for and handprints from the spankings that you’ll come to crave, and my cum will always be somewhere on or in your body. You will feel me with you every second of every goddamn day for the rest of your life, just like I carry you around with me, always needing you, always wanting you, and always craving you.”

She whimpers and sucks my fingers harder when I circle my hips and thrust in deep, hitting her right where she needs me to.

“You want my cum, baby?” I ask her again.

“Mm-hmm,” she moans.

I slowly slide my fingers out and pat her cheek with my wet fingers. “Beg me for it, sladkaya.”

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