Chapter 28 - Chiara

It has been five months since our real wedding. A lot has changed since then.

Maxim and Stefano are working together, and the Napoli branch of business is an official ally of the Dubrov family. I knew Max just needed a little time to get over the fact that Stefano shot me. It was an accident, but Max is so overprotective, he just needed to process it all.

Working together, the two of them have done an amazing job regaining the trust of all of our established allies, and business is doing even better than it was before. Everything that happened with Angelo, his sinister plot and how he carried out his twisted revenge plan, is all in the past now. People hardly speak about it, and when they do, they do not hold it against anyone but him.

Tonight, with the help of Kat and Darya, I have arranged a little party at our home. They both know that I want to say something special to Maxim and are happy to help me set everything up.

Kat is in the garden right now, instructing the decorators on how to arrange the balloons and the lights, and Darya is in the kitchen making sure the chef is preparing the most amazing three-course meal.

I am running around sorting out everything else, with a nervous but very excited knot in my stomach. I can’t stop grinning.

Max is out with his brothers and Stefano. We sent them to the beach with the kids to get them all out of the way so we could have the house to ourselves.

“It’s almost time. Max just messaged to say he is on the way home,” I say excitedly.

“Fyodor also just messaged me, but are you going to tell us what this is all about before they get here?”

“Nope. You”re going to have to wait and see, but honestly, guys, I can’t thank you enough for helping me set this up. I wouldn’t have been able to get it done without you.”

Kat, Lia and Darya all huddle around me, grinning excitedly. “Group hug,” Darya says, pulling us all together. I have never had a family like this, a bunch of sisters who have my back through anything and everything. It feels amazing.

“We’re back,” Kiril’s voice carries through from inside the house.

“What is going on here?” Maxim asks, looking around the garden in shock as he steps onto the patio and sees the outside dinner table set up beautifully, and all the decorations around the yard.

“We are having a party,” I grin.

Stefano walks into the garden. “Wow, did I gatecrash something I wasn’t supposed to attend? I don’t remember getting an invite.”

“Your seat is already set at the table,” I laugh, hugging him. He has become a part of the family, and has been coming to every single one of our get-togethers. His whole demeanor has changed, and sometimes I even smile while I watch him with the kids or talking to the other guys. He never had a family like this before, either, and being part of one now has really made him a calmer, friendlier and more open person.

The kids come running in, squealing with excitement and grabbing at the balloons. “We went to the beach and are having a party all in the same day?”

“Oh my word, this is the most perfect timing. I am starving,” Kiril says, taking his seat at the table.

“I think we all are,” I say. “So let’s settle down, and I will ask the chef to start bringing the food out.”

We eat, and laugh, and the guys tell us all the amusing things that the kids did at the beach, including digging a hole big enough to bury Paval in, and then refusing to help dig him out.

“I still have sand in places where sand should not be,” he chuckles.

My stomach flips with excitement. It is time.

I look at Maxim with a massive grin on my face. “What are you up to?” he whispers. “I know that look, and you are up to something.”

I lean over and kiss him, then stand up and tap my knife against the edge of my glass.

“Oh my goodness, she is going to finally tell us,” Darya says excitedly.

“Tell us what?” Maxim asks with his brows knotted and the side of his mouth curved into a confused smile.

“Thank you so much, everyone, for being here today. I am so grateful for every single one of you, and the way you”ve all made me feel like a part of your family. I love you all, and you all make this house a home. So”—I take a deep breath—“I wanted all of you here when I shared some very special news.”

I turn to Maxim and wrap my fingers in his. His brows knot more tightly together and the look of anxiety on his face deepens.

“Max, my person, the love of my life…” I take another deep breath. “The father of my baby—”

“What?” he gasps.

“We”re pregnant,” I grin.

He leaps out of his chair and immediately lifts me in his arms. “We”re pregnant?” he yells loudly. “We are having a baby?” he can’t stop laughing, and makes me laugh, too.

He spins me around, practically knocking the chairs over.

The entire family erupts in loud, excited chatter, and someone pops a champagne cork.

Max drops me gently to my feet and leans down to kiss me. But he can’t stop smiling, so the kiss doesn’t work as well as it should. “I’m sorry, I am just so happy,” he grins.

Later that night, Max lifts the blankets of our bed so that I can climb beneath them and snuggle up against him, both of us naked.

“Hey, sexy,” he growls.

I giggle and gently bite his neck.

“Mm.” He moans and runs his hand down my side. “My love, my beautiful angel, I still can’t believe what you told me tonight. I can’t even explain to you how excited I am. We are going to have a baby together. You and me. My beautiful wife. Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you? How long I waited for the perfect person, and then I got someone who was even more perfect than I could ever have imagined.”

He pushes me gently onto my back and leans his body over mine, his hand pressed into the pillow above my head, and the muscles of his arm flexing beautifully. I trace my fingers over his arm, across his broad shoulders, and down his side.

He leans further into me, pressing his mouth against mine, pushing my legs open as he climbs on top of me. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers against my ear, and his voice sends shivers down my spine, lighting fire between my legs.

I can already feel how hard his cock is as he rubs it against my pussy, rocking gently back and forth and letting it slide over me.

“You belong to me,” he says, his voice deep and husky.

“I will always belong to you. I know this, because every day I just fall more deeply in love with you,” I say breathlessly as he traces kisses across my neck.

He takes a deep breath, and his cock throbs against me.

“You are so wet.”

His warm tongue plays across my nipples, sending shockwaves through me, then over my stomach as he moves towards my thighs. He gently nibbles the inside of my thigh, then pushes my legs open wider, burying his face against my pussy, his tongue slipping inside me.

I gasp and rock my hips up against his face as he begins to slowly fuck me with his tongue.

He slides his tongue up, over my clit, and then moves it in small circles.

I wrap my fingers in his hair and push his face harder against me.

He moans with pleasure and pushes his tongue inside me again.

When my legs start shaking, he stops, grinning. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”

He moves his body back over mine, and I feel his cock pressing against my pussy. When he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips.

Then he thrusts into me, slowly, his cock filling my pussy inch by inch until it is buried all the way inside me, and I can barely handle the pleasure of it.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes them further apart with his hips.

He wraps his arm around my back and lifts it slightly, arching me towards him.

Then he begins to fuck me.

Slow, sensual, and deep.

He pauses every time his cock is buried all the way in my busy and rocks his hips against me. I gasp and tilt my head back, while he kisses my neck.

“You are perfect in every way, babygirl.” His deep voice runs through me.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to move faster.

“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he warns me. “And keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you.”

I am struggling not to orgasm as he fucks me harder and harder.

My eyes are locked onto his, bright blue and piercing into me.

My body starts shaking, I can’t stop it.

He chuckles.

He starts fucking me even harder, pressing deeper into me.

“Maxim, please,” I beg him to let me come, my head tilting back again as I fight against it.

My body is shuddering beneath him as he knots his hand in my hair, forcing me to look at him. “Look at me, babygirl. And come all over my cock,” he growls.

I cry out loudly as my body lets go, and my pussy clamps over him while waves of pleasure rush through me like an ocean. My eyes are locked on his, and I feel lost in the sea of his gaze.

He moans deeply, and thrusts into me again, and I feel his cock pulsing as he explodes into me.

I feel his arms wrapped around me, as we lay together. I close my eyes, with a silly smile painted on my lips.

I still can’t believe that he is mine, and that we are going to start a family together. He is everything I could ever have dreamed of, and more.

I snuggle my face against his chest.

“I love you.” I whisper.

“I love you more.” He kisses my forehead.

My husband, the love of my life.

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THE END