Sinful Bride (Belaya Bratva 3)

Chapter 12

Gavril

I fell on the bed next to Naomi, my cock straining to bury itself in her warmth. I felt different now. Naomi was the fucking center of my universe at this moment though there was a ton of shit that needed my attention.

She needed my attention.

I wasn’t sure when the tide had shifted, but right now, I didn’t give a shit about any of it. Naomi was safe. She was back in my arms and out of Hampton’s.

Or even fucking Marchetti’s. I knew that he wasn’t after Naomi, but she had run to him first. Now I owed him a debt for taking care of my wife. Marchetti and I were enemies, yes, and him being unwilling to help me in this war didn’t bother me as much as it had before. One day, we were going to become somewhat cordial to each other, for the sake of our wives.

That was going to take some time, more time than either of us was willing to admit. And a hell of a lot more time than Naomi realized.

“God,” she breathed, throwing her arm over my abdomen, her throaty gasps now subsiding as her orgasm faded. “That was long overdue.”

I chuckled and buried my hand in her hair, breathing in her scent as thoughts of Marchetti and the impending war faded. This felt fucking right. Everything about this, Naomi being here, the way she made me feel; I didn’t need to be frightened by it. She wasn’t Katya. She didn’t have an ulterior motive for being with me.

Hell, I had forced her to be with me and had gotten her pregnant. So, if there was anyone who should be kneeling before her and begging her to stay, it was me.

Or maybe I should be asking her if she wanted to go.

My stomach churned at the thought. What if she didn’t want to be here any longer? Could I live with the fact that she might want to leave with my kid? Every part of me screamed no, that I didn’t want to do that, but if I wanted to gain her trust, her devotion, her love, I might have to be less selfish.

It didn’t mean I agreed with the plan. “Do you want to leave?”

I felt her stiffen beside me. “What?”

My hand stilled in her hair as I braced myself for what might happen next. “Do you want to leave me?” There was no way she wasn’t going to understand what I meant. I had given her enough reasons to want to get out, to run away from me.

Naomi rose on her elbow next to me and I met her gaze, hoping that I could see something in her eyes that would give me at least a chance of making it up to her. “Gavril Kirilenko, what do you think?”

“I think,” I started, swallowing any sort of pride I had for the fucking truth. Naomi wanted me to be honest with her, and I was tired of lying to her. “That no one would blame you if you wanted to, even me.”

Her eyes widened just a hair when she realized I was being honest with her. I hadn’t been in a long time, and it was past time for me to be that way if I wanted us to have any sort of future together. Naomi wasn’t going to put up with my bullshit. And I didn’t want her to. I had come so close to losing her. I had no plans of letting that happen.

Instead of answering me, she laid her head on my shoulder, her hand resting lightly on my abdomen. “Do you remember Russia?”

I exhaled at the change in subject. So, she wasn’t ready to make a decision.

I could be patient. “Remember what about it, exactly?” There was a lot of shit that had gone down in Russia.

“Everything,” she said softly as she stroked my skin. “Meeting your family, the theater, the sex.”

“Especially the sex,” I echoed with a stupid grin on my face. That had been a turning point before everything went sideways.

She laughed. “Yes, the sex was amazing.”

Curious, I tugged her on top of me, my cock pressing painfully against her ass. “What did you like about the sex?”

“We are so not doing that right now,” she replied, her eyes sparkling.

I growled, the need to take her nearly overwhelming my thoughts. “Why not?”

Naomi smirked, allowing her hands to roam over my chest. “Because I’m not ready to handle where it leads.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that or if she was teasing me or something more, but I let it slide for now. I was going to have her eventually, and Naomi knew it. “Then what do you want to talk about?” I asked instead.

“Do you think I will ever hear you play music again?”