Chapter 43

Laura

HE DIDN’Task me to get rid of the baby.

But does he want to be part of the baby’s life?

Counting down from ten, I take a deep breath.

That’s a good start. At least his reaction wasn’t a flat-out “hell no.”

I watch Victor slap some cash on the counter and walk toward me, his stride confident and purposeful. He stretches out a hand, and I take it, allowing him to help me up from my seat. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s handling something precious and fragile.

It makes me feel good.

We walk out of the ice cream store, and a man brushes past me, his shoulder bumping roughly against mine. Victor’s reaction is immediate and intense. He pulls me close to his warm, hard body, his arm wrapping protectively around my waist.

“Watch where you’re fucking going,” he snarls at the man, his voice low and menacing.

The man mumbles an apology and scurries away, clearly intimidated by Victor’s fierce demeanor. I should probably be annoyed by his overreaction, but instead, I find myself fighting back a smile.

My badass husband, always ready to defend my honor.

Victor opens the car door for me, his hand at the small of my back as I slide into the passenger seat. As he walks around to the driver’s side and slides in, his scent—a mix of mint and leather—fills the space, unmistakably manly. Our hands meet on the center console, fingers intertwining.

“I’m not broken,” I say suddenly as he settles behind the wheel.

“What?” He glances over at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I said, I’m not broken. Just because I’m pregnant.” I smile softly. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

His expression clears, and he brings my hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across my knuckles. “I know you’re not broken, kiska, but you are my woman. And it’s my job to take care of you and what’s ours. No one gets to push you around while I’m here.”

My heart nearly jumps out of my mouth.

His woman…

Those words take me right back to the first time I saw him at Club V. Standing there like he owned the place. His words now swell with that same fierce protectiveness I saw in his gaze that night. I squeeze his hand, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.

As Victor pulls out of the parking lot, I can’t help but stare at him, drinking in the rugged lines of his profile. His jaw is clenched, his eyes focused intently on the road ahead. But something is different about him after the ice cream shop, a wildness that radiates from his body and threatens to consume us both.

“It’s dangerous if you keep staring at me like that, kiska,” he says with a sly smirk on his lips. My heart races as I feel a familiar desire stirring within me.

Jesus, I want him so much.

I yearn to climb onto him, feel his body pressed against mine, and my throbbing clit craves the touch of his cock.

Without warning, my hand moves to his lap, feeling for the bulge in his pants. His breath catches in his throat as I unzip him, revealing his hardened length.

“Fuck, kiska,” he curses, trying to maintain control of the car. “What are you doing?”

“I’m showing you how much I want you, husband,” I tease back, my hand never stopping its motions.

With a groan, he allows me access to his cock, and immediately, I begin stroking and teasing him, causing the car to sway slightly under our movements.

“Really? NOW?” Victor gasps as my strokes become faster and more intense.

“Just a little tease,” I whisper. My lips curl into a playful smile as I lean closer to him, my voice dripping with seduction.

“This is dangerous,” he groans but can’t help moving his hips upwards, matching the rhythm of my strokes.

As we approach a red light, Victor takes a deep breath and places his hand over mine on his cock, helping me stroke him.

“Fuck, kiska, this feels so insane.” He tries to keep his eyes open, and when the light turns green, I pull my hand back.

“I want your cock inside of me,” I purr in his ear.

God, did I just say that?

Twenty agonizing minutes drag by as he drives home from the ice cream shop, each second feeling like a slow descent into hell.

My fingers cling to the edge of my seat, anticipation building with every mile.

Twenty-five miles per hour… Victor is driving so freaking slow.

And on purpose.

Cars honk from behind and pass us, drivers yelling curses out their windows as we crawl along.

“Are you trying to get revenge for my risky act?” I ask, pouting.

“Yes, I’d say this is a fitting punishment for being such a naughty girl,” Victor scolds, but there’s a playful glint in his eye.

I bat my lashes innocently. “Okay, I promise not to risk getting us killed with road hand jobs again. Scout’s honor.”

He barks out a laugh. “Somehow, I doubt you were ever a fucking Girl Scout, kiska.”

“Well, I’m trying to be good now. Doesn’t that count for something?” I slide my hand up his thigh suggestively.

Victor captures my wrist, pinning me with a heated stare. “Oh, I’ll show you what being good gets you. As soon as we’re home, I’m going to bend you over and spank that pretty ass until it’s cherry red.”

I squirm in my seat, his dirty words igniting the fire between my legs. “And then what?” I breathe.

“Then I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside your tight little cunt, you’ll forget your own name. I’ll make you come on my dick over and over until you’re screaming for mercy.”

“Fuck, Victor…” I moan, pressing my thighs together.

“That’s right, kiska. I’m going to fuck you in every position imaginable. On your back, on your knees, riding my cock like the greedy girl you are. And you’re going to take it all like a good little wife, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, nodding frantically. “Yes, I promise I’ll be good. Just please… I need you so badly.”

He smirks, clearly enjoying the desperate edge to my voice. “We’re almost home, kiska. And then I’m going to take my sweet time with you, make you beg for every inch of my cock.”

I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as a fresh wave of arousal crashes over me. The next few minutes feel like an eternity, the tension between us growing thicker with each passing second.

By the time Victor pulls into the driveway, I’m practically vibrating with need. He cuts the engine and turns to me, his eyes dark with lust.

“Bedroom. Now,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I scramble out of the car, my legs shaking with anticipation. Victor is right behind me.

As soon as we’re inside, he gently pushes me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a bruising kiss. I moan into him, my hands fisting in his hair as he grinds his hardness against me.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls against my lips. “Gonna make you scream my name until the whole fucking neighborhood knows who you belong to.”

“Please,” I whimper, arching into him. “Please, Victor… I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

He grins wickedly, his hands already working at the buttons of my jeans. “Oh, don’t worry, kiska. You’re about to feel every fucking inch of me. And trust me… you won’t be able to walk straight for a week when I’m done with you.”

Victor wastes no time in undressing me, his rough hands tearing at my clothes as if they’re in the way of what he wants most. I gasp as my bra is ripped off, the cool air hitting my bare skin. But I barely have a moment to process it before his mouth is on my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples.

I moan loudly, throwing my head back against the wall as he takes one nipple into his mouth while his hand massages the other breast. The pleasure is almost too much to handle, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Please,” I beg again, grinding myself against him. “Please, Victor… I need you.”

Without another word, he pushes me onto the bed and quickly strips off his own clothes. My eyes widen at the sight of him fully naked, his erection standing proud and ready for me.

He crawls over me, positioning himself between my legs. His eyes meet mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

“You’re so fucking wet already,” he growls, rubbing his cock against my entrance teasingly.

I whimper in response, my back bowing. “Please… stop teasing me.”

Victor smirks and slowly starts to enter me, inch by agonizing inch. It’s a delicious torture that leaves me breathless and wanting more.

But just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he slams into me with one powerful thrust. My back arches off the bed as a scream escapes from my lips.

“Fuck,” Victor groans above me. “You feel so tight, kiska.”

He sets a fast pace straight away, pounding into me with a ferocity that makes the whole bed shake. Each thrust hits deep inside of me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his back as he continues to drive into me. He leans down and captures my lips for a second.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” Victor gasps against my mouth, his hands gripping my hips tighter.

“Me neither,” I cry out as I cling to him for dear life.

Our bodies move in a frenzied dance, our skin becoming slick with sweat as we desperately seek release. Our moans echo off the walls, blending into a primal symphony of desire and longing until the wave hits us, knocking all rational thought from my mind.

We’re both gasping for air by the time we come down.

“Was I too rough?” Victor asks softly, gently pushing a strand of hair off my face. He presses a tender kiss to my forehead, his weight shifted to avoid putting pressure on my belly.

I clasp his face in my hands, touched by his concern. “No, I like it rough,” I assure him. “But the baby…”

Understanding dawns in his eyes. He’s not just worried about me; he’s thinking of our child, too. The realization makes my heart swell with a confusing mix of emotions.

Victor carefully pulls out and rolls onto his back, drawing me into his arms. “We’ll have to be more careful from now on,” he murmurs, his hand coming to rest protectively over my stomach. “Can’t have my son thinking his old man is a brute.”

“Or daughter,” I correct with a smile, snuggling into his chest.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through me. “With the way you were screaming, kiska, I’m pretty sure it’s a boy.”

I smack his arm playfully.

“We’ll see about that.” I stick my tongue out at him. He grins, pulling me closer into his embrace.

We lie there for a while, basking in the afterglow. Victor’s fingers trace idle patterns on my skin, his touch soothing and electric all at once.

“Laura,” he says quietly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hmm?”

“I meant what I said earlier. About keeping you and the baby safe.” His voice is low and serious, all traces of teasing gone. “I know I’m not… I’m not good at this. At being open, at showing how I feel. But I need you to know that I…” He trails off, struggling for the right words.

I prop myself up on my elbow, looking down at him. In the dim light, I can see the vulnerability in his eyes, the fear and the hope warring on his face.

“I know, Victor,” I whisper, cupping his cheek. “I know.”

He covers my hand with his, turning to press a kiss to my palm. “I’ll do better,” he vows, his gaze intense. “I’ll be better. For you, for our child. I swear it.”

Emotion clogs my throat. I lean down, brushing my lips softly against his. “We’ll do better together,” I promise.

I settle back into his embrace, my head on his chest. His heartbeat is strong and steady beneath my ear, a soothing lullaby.