Amelia

Three weeks later, our idyllic honeymoon seemed like a distant dream. Ivan had to go back to work, and I missed him terribly, which is why I was reading his letter again.

My beloved Kitten,

The ancient Egyptians believed that the vein of love was connected from the ring finger to the heart. This was a sign of love and commitment, shown with an enduring gem, the diamond. For me, this represents our present and future. I look forward to the many years to come with a devout love that stems from my soul.

Please accept my small gift on the day we are to be blessed through the sanctity of marriage. We will exchange our vows, and these will bind us until my dying breath. I hope I will always be what you need and give you what you want. You're my eternal obsession, . Thank you for trusting me.

I will see you soon, my love.

Forever yours, Ivan

I'd read it so many times that I knew each word by heart. When his grandmother gave me the velvet box and letter, it was a complete surprise. The contents were a stunning necklace and earring set. He must have held himself back when he gave me the ring, but I wouldn't have wanted an obnoxiously large rock on my finger. Since we got back, he had given me a smaller choker-style necklace with teardrop-shaped diamonds and a pair of matching stud earrings.

I touched the necklace, tracing the diamonds and wished he was here. With a heavy sigh, I placed the letter back into the envelope and carefully put it back into my closet drawer.

On the plus side, Pavel had sneaked me a pregnancy test. I'd threatened him with bodily harm if he told Ivan because I wanted to surprise him if it was positive. If I'd gone to the pharmacy myself, Ivan would have interrogated me like an enemy spy. I touched my abdomen to wonder if there was a tiny being growing inside of me. Our little world would grow, and I couldn't wait. I picked up the test from the bed and went into the bathroom.

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My eyes narrowed on Ivan and his men. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was going on. Maksim and Dima had been coming in and out with Ivan for the last week. I was sure they were living somewhere close by. When Ivan turned away from them, I quickly ran back to my seat at the dining table. Spying was hard work. The sooner we got dinner over with, the sooner I could tell him our good news.

"Sorry about that, Kitten," he said as he closed the door.

He hadn't changed since he got back, but his tie was loosened, and he had taken his jacket off. He held my neck and kissed me thoroughly until I squirmed on my chair. When he pulled back, he had a smug look on his face.

I'd made seafood linguine similar to the one we'd had at the fake beach. I spent my days with Misha and Lena or on my tablet. He sat beside me and looked appreciatively at the food.

"This looks amazing, Kitten," he said before he reached for the wine.

I cringed because I hadn't factored that into my surprise equation. He poured out a glass and was about to pour a second one when I put my hand on his arm.

"None for me," I said.

His head snapped towards me, and I could see the cogs turning with the speculative glint growing in his dark eyes.

Damn it, why was he so clever?

"Okay, yes, I'm pregnant. I'd wanted to surprise you after dinner," I blurted out because his speculation was turning to suspicion.

He pushed his chair back and gaped at me before looking me up and down as if to look for any changes in me. I reluctantly smiled at his reaction.

"No, really? Tell me the truth. Are you sure?" he said as he stood up and pulled me out of my seat to unbutton my dress.

I tried to smack his hands, but it did little to stop him. My dress slid to the floor and I stood in our grand dining room wearing my emerald green lace bra set and shoes.

His eyes ran over my breasts until they reached my belly. He put his hand over my stomach and spread his fingers out before exhaling a long breath. I felt the goosebumps on my arms, not from being cold but from the awe I could see in Ivan's eyes.

"The doctor is coming tomorrow," he murmured. "I want you to be careful, Kitten, to look after yourself. I can't lose you."

I frowned at him.

"Millions of women go through pregnancy. It's a natural process."

He shook his head before giving me a small smile.

"Let's get you fed," he said, switching gears so fast he was giving me whiplash.

I was about to pick up my dress when he pulled me down onto his lap. We fed one another and skipped dessert because, by the end of dinner, we couldn't keep our hands off one another.

I sprinted up the stairs in my underwear, with Ivan shouting at me not to run.

"It's your fault for taking my dress off," I shouted back as I ran towards the bedroom.

I dove onto the bed and heard the bedroom door slam shut.

"You're a sassy little Kitten tonight," he said, and I rolled onto my back to look at him.

His tie was gone, and he was unbuttoning his shirt. I sat up to watch him unbuckle his belt. When he paused, my eyes met his.

"I'm tempted to belt your ass for running like that," he said.

"Don't you think that's a bit harsh?"

His smile turned malicious.

"Or maybe I won't let you cum tonight?"

I gaped at him in shock.

"No! That is pure evil, Ivan," I said, feeling genuinely distressed because he loved teasing me until I was beyond myself, but I always came afterwards.

He didn't say anything but continued to unzip his trousers. I watched him until he was naked. He didn't come towards the bed but went to sit on the loveseat.

"Why don't you come over here and make it up to me, Kitten?" he said, stroking his hard cock before he moved his hand faster, and I couldn't take my eyes off the angry-looking round tip.

I slid off the bed and walked towards him, pausing to take my bra off and slipping my panties off slowly as he watched me. I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled the remaining distance between us. His dark eyes were practically black by the time I got between his legs.

"I'm sorry, Ivan. Is it too early to blame it on the hormones?" I asked innocently while placing my hands along his thick, muscled thighs.

"Nice try, Kitten. You can cum if you swallow me down to my balls," he said with his eyes gleaming with lust. "Wrap those pretty lips around me and suck my dick."

I licked my lips in anticipation before I shoved his legs open to cup his balls. When I glanced up at him, his eyes were on my lips. He pushed his fingers through my hair and pulled my head up.

"Open up wide, Kitten," he said huskily.

I rubbed his balls and slowly opened my mouth with my eyes flickering towards his cock. It would be a challenge trying to swallow his entire length, but I needed to get off. Suddenly he pushed my head down, and I tried to catch my breath when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I groaned and stuck my tongue out to lick the underside of his veiny, fat cock. With my free hand, I began to wank his cock, loving the feel of his hard dick in my hand.

He pulled my hand away from his balls.

"Finger that hungry pussy for me, Kitten. I want you soaking wet."

I quickly did as he asked because his words were promising. Ivan used both hands and began to move my mouth up and down his cock. I wrapped my lips tighter and tried to swallow more of him. It was hard to try and focus on my fingers when he was trying to suffocate me with his dick going down my throat.

"Deeper, Kitten," he said as he held my head and pushed his dick past my tonsils.

I closed my eyes and tried not to gag, but when I felt the head slip deeper down my throat, my eyes flew open.

"You're not going to run around any stairs again. Are you, Kitten?"

My eyes were watering, and I tried to blink them away, but I didn't miss the ominous tone in his voice, making me swallow several times while he groaned.

He moved to the edge of the seat and began to fuck my mouth with more vigour than he had ever done in the past. All I could do was kneel there with my fingers in my pussy while he used my mouth.

He thrust hard and deep until I felt his balls slap my chin. It felt as if I had a baseball bat shoved down my oesophagus. I slapped his thigh, but he didn't pull away. He simply held my head down, locking me in place.

"Keep licking and swallowing, Kitten," he said with a strained voice.

I kept my jaw open as wide as I could and continued to breathe through my nose and swallow. He began to move again, and I pressed my tongue upwards. My eyes were streaming with tears, and the only sounds were Ivan grunting and me trying not to gag. He pulled out, and I gasped, trying to suck some air back into my lungs, but he stood up and pushed himself back down my throat. I held onto his hip and hoped my dinner didn't come up.

I hoped he finished quickly because I wasn't sure how long my throat could take his furious movements.