Page 59 of The Bratva's Bounty
An ache gripped at my clenched jaw as I gritted my teeth and groaned loudly. "That's it, baby, squeeze me just like that." I gasped with a jagged breath. "Oh fuck, Nicole, fuck, that's—shit! Mhmm, take it all, take all my cum into your greedy little womb." My hips lightly bucked and jerked in short bursts to try and work out as much of my seed as possible.
Looking down at her, I could perfectly imagine the feeling of her round belly pressing against me when I'd take her in such a state.
Fucking hell… She's gonna look so adorable all round and pregnant.
The image of her smiling warmly at me while rubbing her swollen stomach sent a shiver through me and caused my throbbing cock to squeeze out one last spurt.
"I love you so much, Lev." Her voice sounded so ethereal in my post-climax haze.
Smiling like a dope, I kissed her languidly. "I love you too, Nicole."
Slumping down beside her on the bed, I pulled her close and held her tightly. "I'm not pulling out," I murmured against her hair as I felt myself drifting in and out of sleep.
"You can't stay like this all night. You're gonna cramp up or something," she worried with a weak chuckle.
"Don't care. Worth it." My words slurred out groggily as I lost my fight with the impending darkness.
"Good night,zhizn moya."
"Good night,d?i ca."
Chapter 27
Nicole
~1 week later~
Going back to what used to be my company felt strange, more so than I expected. What used to feel like home felt so foreign and cold with the strange looks everyone flashed me when I walked in.
"M-miss Le." The receptionist's face paled upon recognizing me. It was as if she'd seen a ghost. Clearing her throat, she averted her eyes to something on her desk. "This is unexpected. Um… Do you have an appointment?"
I don't know why, but the frankness of her attitude, along with how she actively avoided eye contact with me, pissed me off. Approaching the fancy desk, I slammed my hands on top of it. "Do I have an appointment? At my own company that I started from the ground up?" Narrowing my eyes into dangerous slits, I scowled at her. "Don't think that you are going to escape from this unscathed." The threat was meant to be empty, but from how she flinched and shrunk away from me, I couldn't help but wonder if she had some part in my usurp.
"Tell mysperm donor and child bearer that I will be in my office," I commanded the receptionist in a low and stern voice. "And tell them, don't be late."
Not bothering to wait for a response, I pushed off the desk and made my way to the private elevator at the back of the lobby, carrying my head high and chest proud the whole way.
Stopping at the keypad, I pulled out my phone to load the digital keycard to swipe. Obviously, it wasn't my original one when I worked here, but it was child's play to create a new one after hacking my own company. Actually, with how bad my company's tanked, even a tech-illiterate person like my little lion could hack the damn place.
Just as I expected, the doors opened after the swipe, and I stepped in along with Lev and some of his men. No, I wasn't raiding my parents or shooting the place up. This really was meant to be a peaceful meeting—just talk. All of us were dressed professionally, as in business professional, not tactical gear.
No one dared to stand in my way as I strutted down the hallway to the grand room that used to be my office. Well, everyone probably avoided me because of the six rough-looking men who trailed behind me. Lev insisted on bringing some backup just in case things went haywire, and I wasn't in the mood to argue with him about it when there was really no harm in having extra manpower. Granted, I hoped this meeting wouldn't end up in a shoot-out. I wasn't so much worried about Lev or our men getting into it; it was my parents and their idiots who I worried about.
Barging into my office, I paused at the entryway when I saw my brother sitting behind the grand desk. Before the shock got him scrambling to put himself together, it was obvious what I had interrupted.
Fucking gross.
"Get out," I bit out with a disgusted scowl.
Can't believe this is the idiot they gave my shit to.
With one hand holding his pants up, he fumbled around on the desk for the emergency button. "G-guards!" he shouted, his hand throwing papers and folders randomly aside in search of the button.
"It's under the desk in the first drawer, you fucking idiot." I deadpanned, watching as he followed my direction.
It was a little amusing to watch his face light up with hope before realization smashed it. "Guards!" His desperate shout echoed throughout the room and down the hallway.
"Are not coming," I merely told him as I walked over to the desk calmly. "Maybe if you'd pay them decently and treat them well, then maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't have been so easily bribed," I told him matter of factly, with a smug smile that lasted a second before my face turned deadly again. "Now, you have ten seconds to get your pathetic ass out of here before my men throw you out." It was his final warning, and the grave infliction in my voice would have made it evident.