Chapter Twelve

Lina's hands are all over me as we walk back to the car from the church. " Tsvetok, if you don't behave yourself, we will not make it home. I will fuck you in this parking lot. You don't want all of our fellow parishioners seeing you be such a plokhaya devochka (Bad girl), do you?" She huffs.

She huffs, murmuring under her breath. "You wouldn't." I open her door and turn her to face me.

"Wouldn't I?" I would have fucked you in Nave again, without a second thought. You think I wouldn't have you here?" I ask, motioning to the car park, "Moya prekrasnyy tsvetok, nikogda ne nedootsenivay moyu trast'k tebe." (My beautiful flower, never underestimate my lust for you.)"

She is panting now, borderline feral for me. Good. I cannot wait to get her home and worship at her altar. I get her in the car and walk around the front, keeping my eyes on her. Lina is shifting around in her seat. I know she must be dripping wet. I smirk as I sink into the driver's seat.

"Pozhaluysta, moy lev (Please, my lion). I need you." She whimpers.

My cock straining against my slacks is making it to where I can't think straight. "Soon, Lyubov (love). Let me get you home first. So feral for your muzh (husband)." I say as I pull out of the car park, heading in the direction of the house.

I try to stay as focused on the road as I can, but with Lina's soft pants and moans, it is the most difficult drive I've ever made. We only live thirty minutes away from the church. We get caught up at a signal light. Looking over at moya zhena (my wife), I can't holdback now. I reach my hand between her thighs and rub her clit over her dress and her underwear. Her soft lips part and the most sultry moan leaves them. The light changes and I move my hand away to shift gears. "Keep going Lina," I say, fighting back the urge to undo my slacks and stroke my cock. Her hand drops, and she begins lightly circling her clit. My foot hits the accelerator. I plan to make this thirty-minute trip fifteen.

Lina gathers the skirt of her dress, exposing her drenched underwear. I growl as I look over at her from the corner of my eye. She pushes her underwear to the side, sinking a finger inside. She throws her head back against the seat, her chest heaving. Her eyes are back on me, driving. "Hurry, muzh (husband). I don't want to come on my finger."

Lord have mercy, stay focused, Lenya!

I lick my lips. "Where do you want to come, malyshka (baby)?" I ask as she ignores my question and continues to pleasure herself

"Better hurry," she moans, "I'm so close, moy lev (my lion)."

Fuck.I'm pulling up to our gate, punching in the code. Goddamn, this thing needs to open faster! Her breath quickens and I can tell she is nearly there. "Hold on, malyshka." I throw the car in park and kill the engine. I climb out of the car and run to her side. Throwing open the door, I kneel on the ground, swinging her legs my direction and throw them over my shoulders. I bury my face in her pussy and eat her like it she my last meal.

"Lenya!" Lina screams as my teeth graze her clit. With one last flick of my tongue, her release gushes all over my face and shirt. I rise with a smirk on my face, reaching back in and unbuckling her. Picking her up, I carry her over to the house. I shout to the man that just witnessed what happened, to close the car door. Lina shifts uncomfortably in my arms. "Lenya, he saw you… Oh god! Did he see me?" She panics as I get the front door open and put her on her feet inside.

I close the door behind us. "Yes, he saw me. No, he didn't see you. But he sure heard you, Tsvetok (Flower). Clothes." I point to her dress, "Off. Now."

Once I am stripped down, and Lina is naked; I scoop her up. A trail of our clothes lead from the front door and down the hallway. My lips find her throat, biting and sucking. Lina tries to grind her pussy into my stomach, but her round belly is making it difficult. I take her into our room and lay her on the bed. She spreads her legs, inviting me. Her hand drifts down and plays with her clit.

I step back with my cock in hand, stroking, "How wet is my pussy, Tsvetok (Flower)? Is it ready for me?" Her eyes meet mine and she nods slowly, biting her lip. She dips her finger inside her, then slowly drawing it out. I groan, climbing in between her waiting thighs, rubbing the head of my cock at her entrance. I take her finger in my mouth and suck her arousal off, she tastes so fucking sweet.

"Khvatit bol'she draznit', moy lev. Trakhni menya, pozhaluysta. (No more teasing, my lion. Please fuck me.)" She begs, inching her hips upward to take me inside her. I pull back.

"Malyshka (Baby), I love hearing you beg for my cock," I moan as I thrust myself inside her. Slowly thrusting in and out, her walls tighten around me. "Coming again so soon," I tease, reaching up to play with her nipples.

"Ahhh. Yes," she screams as her orgasm peaks, "please, don't stop."

I lift her legs hooking my arms under her knees and pound into her. "I wouldn't." Thrust. "Dream." Thrust. "Of." Thrust. "Stopping."

I can feel my release on its way. Not wanting to come so soon, I pull out and lie down next to Lina. I lay on my side and scoot her body into mine, so her back is against my chest. "You think you can give me one more, Tsvetok (Flower)? I want to come with you." I thrust myself back inside her. She gasps. The angle hits differently and now I can kiss her neck. "Oh…Lina…Fuck this pussy is a drug. I"ll never get enough of it." I'm moaning and a small whimper leaves my lips as I relentlessly thrust into her.

I reach around and wrap my hand around her throat, kissing the back of her neck. With my lips on her ear, I whisper, "Come on my cock, malyshka (baby). Show your muzh(Husband) how much you love it when he fucks you." Lina moans, her pussy clenching around me, milking me of every drop as I spill inside her. Lina presses herself back into my chest.

"And you say I am feral for you." She giggles, still panting as she reaches behind her to run her hand through my hair.

She"s right. I am an absolute caveman when it comes to her. I don't understand men when they say they fall out of love with their spouses. Lina is perfect. I don't think I will ever not be obsessed with her. I'll be ninety years old still trying to fuck her. The thought alone elicits a laugh.

Once Lina has had her fill of me, we are dressed again. She ushers me into the nursery. "Do you think you could help me put away some of the baby clothes and unbox my chair?"

I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead. "Whatever you need, Lyubov (love). Do you want to get dinner ready while I do this?"

"Khorosho (Okay)," she says, standing on her toes to plant a kiss on my cheek and leaves the room.

I make my way to the closet. Lina already has all the clothes on hangers ready to be hung up. I organize them by function, like in my closet. I can't believe our syn (son) will be here in thirteen weeks. Three months is going to go by so quickly. I still need to find my father. He needs to die before malysh (baby) is born. I've been waiting for some kind of lead, but so far, he is hiding well.

This rocking chair we got for Lina to nurse in is pretty comfortable, as I rock back and forth in it. I can see myself rocking malysh (baby) to sleep in here when Lina needs a break. Closing my eyes for just a moment, I drift off. I am jolted back up when I hear Lina's soft voice in my ear. "Moy lev (My lion), I feel bad waking you. Dinner is ready, and the twins are here. They say they have an update for you." I grab my shirt and head into the front room where they are waiting.

Ilya is standing near the fireplace, and Oleg is sitting on the couch. "You guys miss me already?" I say as I pull my shirt down.

"Just making sure you're okay. Your wife looked like she was going to eat you alive after Liturgy." Ilya cracks a smile.

I take a seat in the chair. "So what's this update? You've found my father?"

Oleg shakes his head. "Net (No), but we found Sasha, and you know that mudak(asshole) is loyal to him."

This is good. If anyone knows where my father is hiding, it would be Sasha. "Khorosho (Okay), so what's the move?" I lean forward, my elbows resting on my knees. "Is he accessible?"

They both nod. Ilya moves to the couch and sits. "Accessible and stupid. He went back to his apartment. So I figure we will have some guys grab him and bring him back to the warehouse."

A little torture session will get him talking. He may be an old hard ass with the rules of the Bratva, but he is a little suka (bitch) when it comes to pain.

"Make it happen. Bring him in." I say. They stand and I get up and hug them. I walk them out and lock the door. I don't need to because I have an army of men always on guard now, but you can never be too safe. The scent that is wafting through the house smells delicious. I can't put my finger on what Lina has made, but it makes my stomach grumble.

"Tsvetok (Flower)," I call from down the hall, heading into the dining room, "what is that amazing smell?"

"It's a roast, Lyubov (love). I thought you, of all people, could smell meat." She giggles. God, that sound is amazing. Hearing her giggle is one of my favorite things on this planet. She opens the oven and reaches for the large cast iron pan.

I grab her arm, giving her a scolding look and take the pot holders from her. "Tsvetok (Flower), that must be heavy. I don't want you to pick up heavy things. Either I will, or if by some off chance I am not here, have one of the men do it."

Lina scoffs at my words. After placing the pan on the island, I grab her chin, lifting her face up to mine. "I won't risk you getting hurt over something so simple. Plus, aren't pregnant women not supposed to lift heavy things?"

"I am already lifting something heavy, this baby. I swear he must weigh four and a half kilos already!" She says, pointing to her belly.

A smile curls across my face. I run my hand over her bump. "Let's hope he's big and strong."

"Just like his papochka (daddy)." She says, placing her hand on top of mine.

Dinner is amazing, Lina is such an amazing cook. The roast melts in my mouth, sinfully delicious. "Tsvetok (Flower), I know you had to do most of the cooking for your family. Was it your mother who taught you to cook? Because this is amazing."

Lina lets out a deep belly laugh. She laughs so hard tears form in the corner of her eyes. Once she wipes the tears away, she says. "My mother was a terrible cook, Lyubov (love). My Baba would teach me how to cook over the summers at her dacha. She was the amazing cook. My Dedu was very lucky to have her."

Lina stares down at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork. "I miss her. Dedu, too. They treated me well, not like my parents. I would always be excited for summer, knowing I would go to spend most of the season with them. They would have loved you and our baby." She stands and reaches for my empty plate. "I'll get you some more." I notice the tears falling down her cheeks, different from her tears of laughter.

"Come here, Tsvetok (Flower)."

Pushing my chair back, I beckon her to sit on my lap. She curls into my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I just wish our children had a family. Grandparents to love and spoil them." She sobs into my chest, her words weighing on me.

I pull her back so we are face to face. "Blood doesn't make a family Tsvetok (Flower). We have a family. We have your sister, Oleg, Mila and Alexei. Even Ilya's crazy ass. The men outside. They would die to protect you and our children. Lyubov, don't cry for the people who abused us and only broke us down. We have all that we need, right here. Trust me, our children won't lack in people to love them." I tell her softly.