27. Alexei

27

ALEXEI

Bianca is naked and asleep in my arms once more. Where she belongs.

I hold myself up on my elbow so I can watch her sleep and listen to the soft sounds of her breathing.

My arm is draped over her waist, and I slowly trace circles with my fingertips over her belly.

Having her pressed against me, feeling each breath she takes, calms my racing thoughts.

She’s here, and she’s safe.

I know having sex last night wasn’t the answer but to be that close to her again made me forget all about the shit show that was the last twenty-four hours.

We’ll work through it because it’s clear nothing has changed in terms of our feelings for one another.

Bianca stirs, pushing her ass back against me, which has my cock springing into action. She rolls onto her back and looks up at me, her cheeks flooding with color as she realizes I’ve been watching her.

“Morning.” My eyes flick to her mouth.

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip as she reaches her hand up to cup my jaw.

“How long have you been watching me?” Her eyes search my face.

“Not long enough.” I dip down to press my lips to hers.

She sighs, parting her lips so I can slide my tongue into her mouth.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” she murmurs against my lips.

I pull back to look at her fully.

“I do forgive you, zhizn’ moya . But I need you to promise to never keep anything from me ever again.”

She nods.

But I need her to understand how serious I am about this. This is something that can make or break us. “I mean it, Bianca. I need you to be open and honest with me at all times.”

“Does that go for you too?” She raises her eyebrows.

I let out a long breath. I can’t give her the answer she’s looking for, but I have to meet her half way.

“I’ll be as honest as I can be, but you need to understand that there are things I might keep from you because telling you could put your life in jeopardy.”

Bianca rolls her eyes.

“You sound just like my father.”

“Trust me, I don’t like keeping things from you.”

“That’s exactly what he used to say.”

“Have you spoken to your father?” I ignore the uneasy feeling in my stomach as I ask about Emilio, knowing full well that Bianca hasn’t had any contact with him since the wedding. But she doesn’t know I know that.

“Not even once.” Bianca shakes her head, her eyes growing sad as she looks up at me. “I mean, we weren’t the closest, so I wasn’t expecting a daily phone call or anything. But to have heard nothing stings more than I thought it would. I always had this feeling in the back of my mind that he was only ever interested in my life when he wanted something from me.”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs and bites her lip to try and stifle the tears that are pooling in her eyes.

I pull her tighter against me and wait patiently for her to continue.

“When I went to college, we would maybe talk once a fortnight, and even then it was mostly him updating me on the business. He barely asked me about my classes or friends or anything. I didn’t think much of it because I was too busy having fun. But when I graduated, he gave me no choice but to come and work for him, being his only child and all. And then every interaction we had was him asking things of me. I never had a say, never had a choice…”

I wince. Maybe I am more like her father than I thought.

“I always knew he was disappointed he didn’t have a son, and his absence now just proves it.”

“Bianca…”

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t heard from him. Because now you’re technically the son he never had.”

I have to look away, hoping that she didn’t see the guilt in my eyes.

Would it have been better to tell Bianca the truth about her father’s silence?

Maybe not. She would have done everything she could to protect him, no matter the cost.

“Don’t give up on him, Bianca. You don’t know how lucky you are to have a parent in your life at all. ”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She turns to me and snuggles against my chest.

“If he’s gone quiet, I’m sure there’s a reason for it.”

“He’s never gone radio silent for this long, I’m just worried something’s happened…”

I need to get her thinking about something else because if she looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, I’m going to crack. And I can’t afford that.

Throwing back the sheet that’s barely covering us, I move myself on top of Bianca and settle myself between her thighs.

Her eyes grow wide as she feels how ready I am for her, but first I want to taste her. Zhizn’ moya . My life.

How she grew to mean so much to me, I don’t know, but I will kill this world and the next to keep her safe and in my arms.

“I think we have some more making up to do.” I reach down to press a kiss to the spot just between her breasts.

She wiggles beneath me, her fingertips sinking into my hair as I start to trail kisses down her stomach.

“I like your idea of making up.” She laughs. “Maybe you go first, and make it all up to me.”

I glance up at her, and she grins.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

“Is that so?” I dig my fingers into her hips as I continue to kiss lower.

“You have a lot of work to do, husband —” I run my tongue along her core, and she gasps, arching off the bed.

“What was that, wife ?” I lick her again.

Bianca only moans, her fingers pulling at my hair as she grinds against me.

I know what she wants, but I’m not going to give it to her just yet .

Instead, I sink my tongue into her pussy, and my cock almost erupts at the sweet taste.

“Fuck, Bianca.” I pump my tongue inside her again. “You taste incredible.”

“More…”

I smile against her before pressing a soft kiss to her clit.

Her hips buck, and I know it would only take a few flicks of my tongue over the swollen bud for her to come.

My cock throbs at the thought, so desperate to be buried inside her, but I want to taste her pleasure first.

Moving my hands to her ass, I tilt her hips up before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking hard.

Bianca cries out my name, her thighs tightening around my head as I work her clit faster.

“That’s it, zhizn’ moya , come for me.”

With one last lick of her core, Bianca arches off the bed as her orgasm hits.

Her fingers pull at the roots of my hair as she grinds against my mouth as I continue to work her through her pleasure.

When she finally stills, I lift myself up onto my elbows and take a moment to take her in.

Her smooth skin is flushed, and her breasts are rising and falling with each panting breath. Her dark hair is fanned out behind her, and I want nothing more than to run my fingers through the smooth strands.

“Look at you.” I bend down to press a kiss to her stomach.

Bianca pushes herself onto her elbows and smiles softly, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

“Shall we take this to the shower?” I get to my feet. Bianca’s eyes roam over my bare chest, and I grin as they stray lower .

I glance down at my erection and take my cock in my hand, groaning as I pump it hard.

Bianca climbs out of the bed and stalks toward me, her beautiful breasts swaying with each step.

“There’s something I want to do first.” She sinks to her knees.

“Bianca,” I groan as she reaches for my cock.

“Let me.” Her eyes on me as she kneels undo me.

I move my hands to my sides and watch in awe as she wraps her small hand around my cock and pumps it.

“Fuck, ptichka , your fingers barely reach.”

Bianca grins up at me under those dark lashes.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck my mouth.”

A strangled sound escapes my lips as Bianca leans forward and runs her tongue over my head, lapping up the bead of precum.

“Mmm…”

I have to sink my nails into the palm of my hands to keep myself steady as Bianca wraps her lips around the head and sucks.

My legs almost buckle as she starts to take me deeper, her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing me hard just the way I like it.

“Oh, fuck.”

Bianca’s lips curve into a smile around my cock before sucking it once more.

Her tongue licking the underside of my cock has my balls tightening.

“Can you take more, zhizn’ moya ?”

She nods, and I almost erupt as she takes me deeper.

I sink my hands into her hair and slowly start pumping my hips, my eyes rolling as she hollows her cheeks.

Bianca moves her hands to rest on my thighs to steady herself as I give her another inch, increasing my pace even more.

When my cock hits the back of her throat my restraint seems to snap.

Bianca sinks her nails into my skin as I pump my hips faster, the base of my spine tingling as my release builds.

“Are you going to let me come in your mouth, ptichka ?”

Bianca looks up at me and nods, her blue eyes watering as I fuck her mouth harder.

“Good girl.”

Her mouth feels like heaven, and the thought of spilling down her throat, having her taste me on her tongue for hours has me gritting my teeth as I try to last a little longer.

But as if Bianca can tell I’m holding back, she moves her hand to cup my balls, squeezing them hard as my cock hits the back of her throat.

My release hits me out of nowhere, and my legs threaten to buckle from the pleasure.

“ Bianca ,” I groan as my cock spills into her mouth.

She moans as she continues to suck my cock, licking up every last drop that I give her.

When she eventually pulls back, I reach down to wipe away some of my release from the corner of her mouth with my thumb.

“So beautiful,” I murmur as I sink my thumb into her mouth and watch her clean it off. I reach out my hand to help Bianca to her feet. “Come here.”

“Time for a shower?” Her blue eyes twinkle.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” I chuckle, bending down to grip Bianca by the backs of her thighs and lifting her into my arms.

Bringing Bianca to a secluded cabin in the woods wasn’t my worst idea. Considering there’s nothing much to do, we’ve spent the majority of the past two days fucking on every possible surface. It’s as if we’ve been making up for lost time.

The past few weeks have been draining, and I’ve hated that I’ve been away from Bianca for so much of it. Perhaps if I had been around more, she wouldn’t have felt the need to hide the pregnancy from me…

The idea of becoming a father still terrifies me, but as Bianca and I talk it through, the way her eyes light up has my anxiety fizzling away.

She seems genuinely excited by the idea of having a baby, and I’m glad that she's finding some happiness among the chaos.

Having some distance from our regular lives and spending some quality time together has been refreshing. It’s as if nothing else exists outside of this cabin, and I’m starting to dread the moment when Dimitri calls to let us know the house is ready.

I know Gilanto’s threat isn’t going to go away on its own, but for a few days, I can pretend that life is normal.

What I can’t seem to shake is the knowledge that my father might not have been the man I thought he was.

Part of me doesn’t want to find out whether what Ricci said is true and risk tarnishing the memory of my father.

But someone needs to pay for their deaths, and in order to find out who did it, I need to learn the truth.

On our third morning at the cabin, Dimitri finally calls. “Thought you’d want to know that the house is all secure.”

“Are you sure? Because we thought that before.”

“I watched them put in the new gates and fence surrounding the property, and each of the doors and windows have been bulletproofed. The entrances have new motion sensors and cameras along with retina scanning to open the doors. I could barely get through the front door.” he chuckles.

“Good.” I glance over to Bianca who’s lounging on the sofa. “I don’t want anybody getting in or out without me knowing about it.”

“See you soon, brat .”

I pocket my phone and head over to the couch to sit beside Bianca, pulling her into my lap and cradling her against my chest.

“Are we going home?” She sinks her fingers into my shirt.

“Yes, we’re going home.” I press a kiss to her head.

I just hope home is as secure as Dimitri claims it is. I don’t know what will happen if something happens to Bianca or the baby.