29. ANDREY

Chapter 29

ANDREY

For two months, Konstantin and I looked for Isabella. It seemed that she’d dropped off the face of the earth. We were convinced that Grigory knew where she was, but he wouldn’t tell us on one of my and Konstantin’s many visits to the man. Grigory and Konstantin are all the family I have left.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around the weird dynamic of my relationship with Konstantin as well. He’s my brother-in-law and cousin. I’m not sure how I’m going to explain that to my kids! My eyes land on Isabella’s bump, and I feel my heart tug. Fuck, she’s even more beautiful with my children swelling her belly and her breasts…. I sigh!

I swallow. Finding out that my mother had been the one to orchestrate what happened twenty-nine years ago had been an awful shock. It still floors me that my beautiful, composed, and compassionate mother was capable of doing what she did.

She’d killed her own family just to have control of Velvet Transport, got rid of Grigory so Ivan could be Pakhan, and then when that had backfired and Roman had claimed the major portion of her company and had the squeeze on the Belov, my mother had to come up with another plan to claim what she deemed was her right.

I couldn’t believe all the venom that had been bottled and covered by the facade my mother wore so well. It still just quite fit seeing her as a heartless murderer who got my grandmother killed, killed my father, and then was going to get rid of Lev as soon as she could control me. She’d planned to do that by ensuring Isabella met with a tragic accident after the twins were born and using my grief to manipulate me.

I shake the dark thoughts off. My mother and brother were now gone along with my father, and I’ll never know if he was in on it or not, as my mother nor brother had said. My eyes meet Isabella’s, and all thoughts of my fucked up family fade as my heart swells.

“I’m so sorry, Isabella,” I say, my voice rough with emotion. “I was a fucking asshole for what I said. You had every right to give my mother the same treatment she gave yours.”

Isabella pulls her foot from my grasp and rises, her naked body glistening with water droplets as she crawls towards me on her knees through the bubbling jacuzzi. “I get it,” she tells me, her eyes locked on mine. “It hurt like fuck when I saw that look in your eyes. I was caught off guard by your words. But I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and if our roles were reversed, I’d probably have done the same damn thing.”

She stops between my legs and takes my hands, placing them on her belly. “Your kids are kicking up a storm in there. Do you want to feel?”

I can’t form words, so I nod. The moment I feel the tiny movements beneath my palms, my eyes fly to hers, and Isabella grins. “Meet your son and daughter,” she says, her voice low and smoky.

My hands fly off her stomach and grip her face, pulling her towards me. Our lips crash together as I kiss her fiercely, my cock instantly hardening into a rigid rod. My hands slide down her body, feeling every inch of her like a man possessed.

“I’ve missed you too, Andrey,” she whispers against my lips, her hands starting to explore my body.

Her soft fingers wrap around my cock, and my fingers find her clit.

“Oh fuck... I’ve longed to feel your fingers in me.” She bites her lip and groans as I massage her nub, sliding one digit into her wetness while her hand starts pumping my shaft in response.

Our breaths come faster as we please each other with our hands, our bodies moving in sync. I slide another finger into Isabella, curling them upwards to hit her G-spot. She gasps and grinds against my hand, her hips bucking wildly.

“You like that, baby?” I growl, my thumb rubbing circles around her clit.

“Oh, yes, yes…” She moans, her hands pumping my cock in time to me finger fucking her. “Don’t stop... please...”

I increase the pace of my fingers, jamming them in and out of her as my thumb continues to work her clit. She cries out, her body shaking as she comes apart in my arms. I pull her closer, her hands sliding to my shoulder, and my cock presses against her pussy as I pull her to me, kissing her deeply.

“I need you, Isabella,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you now.”

She nods, her eyes dark with lust as she reaches down and guides my cock into her. We both groan as I slide into her wetness, filling her completely. I start to move, my hips thrusting into her as she meets me stroke for stroke.

Our bodies crash together, the water sloshing around us as I drive into her tight pussy. I grip her hips, pulling her harder onto my cock as she cries out my name as I start to near the edge. I can feel her tightening around me, her muscles clenching as she comes again.

“That’s it, princess cum all over my cock for me baby,” I growl as I give a few more powerful thrusts and follow her over the edge, my own release tearing through me like a freight train. “Of, fuckkkk!” I empty myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my seed. We collapse against each other, our bodies slick with sweat and water as we catch our breath.

I pull her close, and she snuggles into me, my cock still buried inside her, connecting us. “I love you, Isabella,” I say, my voice soft as I kiss her forehead. “I don’t want to live another day without you.”

“I love you too, Andrey,” she whispers, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

“Can you live in my world?” I kiss the top of her head.

“It’s our world,” she says softly. “And as long as I’m with you, I don’t mind which world I’m in.”