Page 149 of Bratva and Betrayal: Kirill

I kiss her again, not thinking about it this time, not stopping myself. She responds immediately, her hand fisting in my shirt as if she’s anchoring herself to something real.

A soft laugh drifts from the bed behind us, breaking the moment cleanly.

“My daddy and mommy are kissing,” Violet coos. “They kiss a lot.”

We both pull back, the tension shifting, softening just enough to breathe.

I take Sandrine’s hand without thinking, my fingers threading through hers as I glance toward Violet, who is watching us with sleepy curiosity and a lollipop hanging from her mouth.

And for the first time, I feel like we’re both her parents, doing this together.

Chapter 49

Sandrine

Violet has dinner and goes to bed like this was a normal day. The doctor suggested she’d fall asleep out of sheer exhaustion from pent-up anxiety that she doesn’t understand.

I showered with Kirill in there with me. He washed my hair. Cleaned every inch of me. And used his tongue to make me come, to calm me down.

Better than meds.

I asked him earlier about Elodie. He assured me she was fine.

With our heart rates at a normal level again, I ask a follow-up, “Did Elodie really look unharmed?”

“Completely.” Kirill towels himself off. “I know a hostage when I see one.”

“But she could be lying. Is this man you know a bad man?”

Kirill’s jaw ticks. “Yes. But…” He puts his hands on my shoulders. “He’s not a complete psychopath to do something bad to a woman who he knows is related to Ares and me.”

I think about that.

That place is crawling with mafia.

Is she staying there for her story? With a bad man? God, this is infuriating. I’ll just have to try calling her again. I keep getting her voicemail.

“If something happens to her, you have to do something about it, right?” I ask Kirill.

My husband stands in the bathroom doorway naked, stroking his cock. “That’s how it works.” He pushes off the doorframe and slides into the bed next to me.

Next, he’s kissing me so hard that I shut up completely. Only, it has the opposite effect, and I moan against his mouth.

“I was so fucking worried about you.” His low growl vibrates into me. “Both of you.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“No. This is our life. I had men working for me who were willing to betray me. And I didn’t know it.”

Two hands close around my breasts, steadying me while my brain melts a little. My heart pounds and I’m just so ravenous for him. My husband.

He sits up and grips my thighs. “On the floor. All fours on the carpet, moya zhena.”

The floor? That’s new.

I slide off the bed and get on my hands and knees. After hearing the condom wrapper tear away and the sound of it stretching across Kirill’s massive length, he slides into me and starts pounding me from behind.

I’m trembling. My body can’t decide what it wants more. Relief from my knees digging into the carpet or my husband’s huge cock owning me.