Page 92 of Paved in Hate

With a soft, smug laugh, he gently picks me up, holding me against his chest. “You don’t need to walk, baby. You have me. I’ll happily carry you into the restaurant and tell everyone that I fucked the strength right out of my wife.”

The huge grin on his handsome face makes it clear that he’d have no problem doing just that. I cup his cheek and kiss him.

“I think by the time we get there I’ll be okay.”

“That’s too bad. I was kind of looking forward to that.”

“I could tell.”

When he starts to carry me to the closet, I look back at the bathroom. “Aren’t we going to shower?”

“Fuck no. You’re going in there smelling like me, baby, and if you start to doubt my virility or my ability to make you scream my name within minutes, then the cum leaking out of your tight little pussy will be a nice reminder, don’t you think?”

He kisses me and sets me down on my side of the closet. I pull down a cute, black dress while he gives a soft groan of approval and grabs one of his black suits. He kisses my shoulder as I start to get dressed, and when we’re both ready, he pulls me against him and threads his fingers in my hair.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my skin. “You came into my life and knocked it completely on its ass and changed every single fucking thing that I thought I knew and wanted, and I’m so glad you did because I can’t imagine not having you in my life, baby.”

“I love you, too.” I hug him tighter and breathe in the familiar, comforting scent of him. “You’ve shown me how good life can be, and I don’t ever want to go back to what it was before I met you.” I shake my head at the thought. “I don’t think I’d survive it.”

He cups the back of my head and gently tilts my face up to his. “You won’t ever have to go back to that,ptichka. You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go.”

His kiss is slow and sweet, every brush of his lips a promise that I will always be his and that he will always love and take care of me, and I believe him. No matter what happens, we’re in it together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When he threads his fingers through mine and leads me out of the closet, I smile and follow him. The truth is I’d follow this man anywhere. For once in my life my brothers did something good for me, even if it wasn’t their intention. My life led me to Vitaly, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it, because having him is worth everything, and the rest of our lives will more than make up for the shit I’ve endured. I’d much rather have a rough beginning and a sweet ending. And ours? Ours is going to be fucking amazing.

Epilogue

Katya

The Next Morning

The early morning light pulls a pained moan from Vitaly. He pulls the covers over his head and tightens his arm around my waist.

“Headache?” I give a soft laugh and kiss the bicep that I’m using as a pillow. “How many bottles of wine did you drink? I lost count.”

He tickles my ribs and kisses the back of my head. “Someone needed to enjoy the bottomless gift from our Italian friend. I hope Dominic got a few grey hairs when he saw the bill.”

“I enjoyed it enough with the giant plate of pasta I ordered and the tiramisu we had for dessert.”

His teeth nip at the crook of my neck. “That’s not the dessert I remember.”

I blush at the memory of what all we’d done in that restaurant. “Yeah, I’ll have to remember that red wine makes you even hornier than usual.”

He snorts out a laugh and slides his hand lower, cupping my pussy in a possessive grip. “Everything about you makes me horny,ptichka. As soon as I see you I get hard.”

He’s not lying. I can feel the truth of his words pressing against my ass crack. The pad of one finger lightly brushes my clit before he rests the palm of his hand on my lower stomach.

“You want to tell me why you refused even a small sip of alcohol last night?”

“You were drinking enough for the both of us.”

I laugh when he quickly flips me onto my back and cocoons me beneath his naked body. He grazes his nose down my cheek while he pins my wrists to the bed.

“Baby, if you don’t tell me what I want to know, then I’m going to pick you up and carry you to the toilet and shove the pregnancy test between your legs until you have no choice but to pee.”

“You wouldn’t,” I say, hoping like hell he actually wouldn’t do that, but I know the truth of it before he even answers me with a wicked laugh.

“Fucking try me. I’ve got all day. I’m guessing you’ll give in long before I will.”

“You have a pregnancy test just ready and waiting?”

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