It felt as though everyone in the house knew exactly what had been happening for the past six days. Which they did. Which somehow made it worse.
“You look better today,” Olya said, turning from the fridge with a small approving nod.“A bit of colour in your cheeks.”
I sat. I ate.
Then I went upstairs.
This is for self-preservation, I told myself.For Ruslan.
Chapter 27
Vadim
When I approached Radovan he stepped aside with a nod. I placed my hand on the handle but paused.
“Make an effort with her,” I said, keeping my voice low.“She will not be under any stress when she carries my child.”
“Da, Pakhan,” he said, straightening slightly.
I opened the door.
She was lying on the bed with her feet dangling off the side, hair fanned out across the bedspread in loose waves. A pale blue sweater, soft enough that it had slipped slightly off one shoulder. Jeans that sat low on her hips. Bare feet, nails painted a dusky pink—the kind of detail that shouldn’t register and did.
She hadn’t heard me come in. Her eyes were closed, her hands resting loosely at her sides, her chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of someone hovering at the edge of sleep. In repose she lost the watchfulness she carried when she knew I was watching—that careful, measuring quality that was always present when we were in the same room. Without it she looked younger.
She didn’t need any additional enhancements.
Not when I knew her body was fertile, waiting to be bred. Waiting for my seed to take root. My cock pushed against the fabric of my shorts. The shower had done little to dampen my enthusiasm.
I stepped closer and lifted her sweater, ignoring her gasp as her eyes snapped open. I unfastened the button at her waist.
“I hope you ate well, Iskra,” I murmured.“Because I’m on a mission today.”
“A mission to misalign my organs,” she muttered, as I peeled her jeans and underwear down her thighs.
“You don’t complain when you’re screaming as you come on my dick,” I said, tugging the jeans off her feet.
I gripped her sweater and glanced up.
“I think we both know what the mission is,” I said, and pulled the soft material over her head.
I tossed the sweater somewhere on the bed.
“The mission to breed your pussy,” I murmured, placing my hand flat over her stomach.“Fuck my seed into you until you’re nice and fat.”
Her eyes widened.
I cupped her breast.
“To watch these grow heavy with milk.”
She swallowed.
“For every single person to know that I bred you.”
Her lips parted and she exhaled the breath she had been holding.
“When they look at you, they’ll know that their Pakhan fucked his seed deep into your womb,” I said, lazily circling my thumb over her nipple.“That you carry the next Dragunov.”
