I'm engaged to Konstantin Volkov. Vancouver’s Bratva Boss.
"Morning, fiancée," his voice rumbles behind me. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.
I turn in his arms to find him already awake, watching me with those intense blue eyes.
He kisses me—slow and deep and full of promise. When he pulls back, I'm breathless and already wanting more.
"We should get up," I murmur. "It's Christmas morning. Your family—"
"Can wait five more minutes." His hand slides between my legs. "I want to make my fiancée come first thing Christmas morning."
"Konstantin."
"Spread your legs for me, beautiful."
I do, because apparently I'm completely unable to deny him anything. His fingers find my clit, circling slowly, and I'm already wet from just kissing him.
"That's my good girl. Always ready for me." He pushes two fingers inside, crooking them perfectly. "Come for me. Quick and quiet."
It doesn't take long. I'm wound tight from yesterday, from the proposal, from everything. I come apart around his fingers with a muffled gasp, my face buried in his neck.
"Perfect," he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. "Now we can start Christmas properly."
***
We shower together—which takes longer than it should because Konstantin can't keep his hands off me. By the time we're dressed and heading downstairs, I can hear chaos from the living room.
"UNCLE KOSTYA! JEMMA! CHRISTMAS!" Natasha's voice carries through the entire house.
We round the corner to find the living room already packed. Natasha is bouncing in her reindeer onesie. Dimitri is on the couch with Anya, both looking amused. Yelena is wiping tears from her eyes while simultaneously arranging presents under the tree.
"THEY ARE HERE! THE ENGAGED ONES!" Yelena abandons the presents and rushes over, pulling us both into acrushing hug. "Merry Christmas! Oh, devochka, let me see ring again in the daylight!"
I hold out my hand. She gasps like she's seeing it for the first time.
"Is even more beautiful in morning light! Kostya, you have good taste! We must plan wedding immediately! Spring? Summer? Winter is beautiful. We should do it soon, yes?"
"Mama," Konstantin warns. "It's Christmas morning."
"Exactly! Christmas morning! Perfect time to plan wedding! We have family here, we can discuss—"
"Mama."
"Fine, fine!" She waves a hand dismissively. "Later we plan. Now, we celebrate! But first—breakfast! Come, come!"
She herds us toward the dining room where the table is laden with food. Russian breakfast—blini with caviar and sour cream, syrniki drizzled with honey, vareniki filled with potatoes and cheese, sliced meats and cheeses, fresh bread still warm from the oven.
"Mama, when did you make all this?" Konstantin asks.
"This morning! I wake up at three! Is Christmas! Must be perfect!" She starts loading my plate. "Eat, eat! Need to fatten up for baby-making!"
My face burns. Dimitri snorts into his coffee.
"Babushka, what's baby-making?" Natasha asks innocently.
"Is when—" Yelena starts.
"Adult things," Anya cuts in quickly, shooting Yelena a look. "Natasha, eat your syrniki."
