I spank her ass hard, watch the flesh jiggle, then reach around to rub her clit in vicious circles. She comes instantly, screaming my name, squirting down my cock and balls, soaking the sheets. I don’t stop fucking her through it, harder, deeper, until she’s sobbing from overstimulation.
I pull out, flip her onto her back, spread her legs wide. Her bump glows under the city lights, tits bouncing with every breath. I slide back in slowly, savoring the way she flutters around me.
“Look at you,” I rasp, hand splayed over her belly. “Carrying my kid, still begging to be fucked raw.”
She claws my shoulders, heels digging into my ass, and I lose it. Slam home once, twice, and roar as I come, pumping her full, thick spurts painting her walls until it leaks out around my cock. She comes again, walls spasming, milking every drop.
We collapse sideways, still joined, my hand cradling her bump. Cum drips slowly and filthily between us. Her thighs tremble against mine.
“Still turned on by the monster?” I murmur against her neck.
She laughs, breathless. “Always. Don’t ever stop being him.”
I kiss the mark I left on her throat. “Never, princess.”
25
SAVANNAH
I standin front of the bathroom mirror, turning sideways to see the full effect.
My bump is undeniable now. At eighteen weeks, I look properly pregnant. Not just bloated or like I ate too much pasta. Pregnant.
My regular clothes don’t fit anymore. This morning, I tried on three different pairs of pants before giving up and wearing leggings. The blouse I’m wearing stretches tight across my stomach, and I know I’m going to need to go shopping soon.
The thought makes me smile. Shopping for maternity clothes. Baby clothes.
“Mrs. Volkov?” Marie knocks on the bedroom door. “I brought your tea.”
“Come in.”
She enters with a tray, setting it on the nightstand. Then she sees me standing at the mirror and smiles. “You’re showing beautifully,” she says. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, but good.” I turn to face her. “Marie, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Do you know where I could go for maternity clothes? I’m going to need new things soon, and I have no idea where to start.”
Her face lights up. “Oh, I’d be happy to help with that! There’s a wonderful boutique in SoHo. Very tasteful, very comfortable. I can make you an appointment if you’d like.”
“That would be amazing. Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure, dear.” She pours the tea, adding honey the way I like it without asking.
After she leaves, I head to my office, walking past Ledger’s when I hear his voice, sharp and cold in a way I rarely hear when he talks to me.
“I don’t care what excuses you have. The shipment was short by fifteen kilos. That’s over two hundred thousand dollars in product. Someone in your network is stealing, and I want to know who.”
I freeze in the hallway.
“Find them. I want a name by tomorrow. If you can’t handle your people, I’ll find someone who can.”
Silence.
“Good. Report back when it’s handled.”
I slip into my office and close the door quietly.
