Page 57 of Inked in Devotion

“You’re not alone in this anymore, all right?” he said. “I know I have a lot to prove, but I really want to care for you and Sebastian.” His hand tightened. “People have let you down countless times. I will not use words and promise you the moon. I’m going to show you.”

“We need to talk about this. It’s not that simple.”

“Are you still afraid of being linked to the bratva, because they’re my family, and I want them to be yours too, but I’m not forcing you to do that. It’s just going to be safer.”

“Because of your enemies?”

“Sebastian is my son. That fact is public. So yes, I’ll have to protect him and teach him how to defend himself. No son of mine is going to depend on a battalion of bodyguards who may or may not be bribed. He’ll need to learn to protect his mama, too.”

I laughed briefly. “He’s only a baby, Kolya.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Is it nuts that I can’t wait to teach him self-defense moves?”

I rolled my eyes.

“But wait.” Kolya slipped his phone out. “I’ve been looking at properties.”

“What?”

“I know you have money, but let me assure you, I may not be flashy or dress in expensive tuxes, but I’ve invested wisely. You and Sebastian will want for nothing. You don’t need a cent from the Kings’ coffers.”

I didn’t say anything because I was riveted on Kolya’s screen. He was flipping through different houses that were almost as big as Kirill’s house.

My eyes bugged out at the property prices. “That one is twelve million.”

“Too small?”

“No!” I laughed. “I don’t want to live in a house that will need an army of servants to maintain. I want a cozy home.”

Kolya frowned. “It needs to have proper security.” He stashed the phone away. “We can always build.”

Was this man overwhelming or what? I needed to set his expectations because I was still coming to terms with him being a part of Sebastian’s life.

“We need to slow down,” I told him sternly and gave him the strict headmistress glare. But his eyes heated, and before I knew it, he backed me against the wall.

“Kolya!” I gasped.

His mouth hit mine, not kissing me, but grazing my lips. My whole body caught fire as he pressed against me.

“You were saying?” he muttered. He trailed his nose along my jawline, inhaled sharply, and then moved to a different spot along my neck like my pulse. If I weren’t mistaken, it turned him on. And of course I was turned on when he was.

“Slow down.” The words escaped as a whimper, almost begging for the opposite: go faster.

He towered over me, and the breadth of his shoulders blocked out the light.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip. Our breaths mingling. I hadn’t had sex since our weekend together. Being pregnant, in hiding, and being a new mother didn’t allow for such indulgences. I’d even lost my libido for a while, and it only returned recently. Well, since Kolya. And his presence only reminded me of the way he’d wrecked me during our weekend fling. I didn’t even realize my body had the flexibility to be bent into such positions.

“Oh God,” I moaned as I felt the growing evidence of his erection. I wanted to slip my hand behind his athletic shorts and circle the smooth, veined cock.

“Last I remembered, it wasn’t God who made you scream and beg, baby.” He rocked his hardness against my pussy. And my center pinched exquisitely. The sure signs that it wouldn’t take much to make me come.

He smirked at me before he captured my lips and switched our positions against the wall so I was riding his thigh while he devoured my lips. I moaned into his mouth, and all thoughts of self-preservation scattered. The defenses I had erected against him over the weeks crumbled. When I saw the promise of him as Sebastian’s dad, I entertained hot thoughts about him. How no one seemed to measure up. How none of Margo’s matches ever even made me lukewarmly interested.

Here and now, we just fit.

I molded my curves erotically to the shape of his muscles. At the continued rubbing of my pussy against his thigh, I finally broke and cried out.

I pulsed and pulsed as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me.