Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,56

body trembled.

I tightened my hug. “I love you, mysh.”

Her voice went hoarse. “I love you too, baby.”

With the news of a surviving twin, I didn’t know how she felt about the miscarriage anymore. For me, there was still some loss. Everyone was different and mourned in their own way. Some bruises never left, especially the ones within the heart. Hopefully, this small memorial to her, would help us remember our first baby and move on.

She leaned away. More tears streamed down her face. “Kaz, this was so sweet.”

“It wasn’t too much? We didn’t know that you were carrying her, but it still hurt as if we knew. . .as if. . .”

“I understand.”

“And when the other twin is born, we can bring him or her here.”

“Yes. Baba said that it would be important to tell our child.”

I didn’t know how to take in that information. “If Baba told you the gender, don’t tell me.”

She wiped her tears away. “Are you sure?”

“I am. I will be happy regardless.”

She looked back at the fountain and then let out a long breath. “This is amazing. I’m going to spend a lot of time here.”

“Good. I will be here too.”

The other limos drove up to the house.

“Let’s go.” I led Emily away, not wanting to share her with anyone tonight. The rest of the week would be busy with brotherhood politics. For now, I didn’t want any interruptions. I just needed to lay next to my mouse and hold her in my arms.

Harlem barked as if demanding Emily to pick him up.

“Stop your yapping. She’s not carrying you.” I stared at the puppy. “You need some exercise. No fat dogs here.”

Harlem barked at me and then raced off toward the house.

I nodded. “He understands that I’m the alpha.”

“I doubt it.”

“You doubt my power?” I tapped her ass.

She shielded her butt from more assault. “Never mind. I apologize. You’re the king of the jungle.”

“There we go.”

Once we arrived upstairs, we didn’t even turn on the lights. We undressed as if we had an unspoken conversation to be nude this evening. My thick cock hung hard between my legs. I did my best to not pay the naughty length any mind. Any time Emily was around, he yearned to get wet.

We have to give her time.

Yet, that evening, she came to bed without her pajamas. No clothes. No bra cupping those full breasts. No panties covering her lush pussy. Nothing but warm flesh to see, hold, and taste.

The bleeding has stopped. Will she let me have her?

My cock jumped along my thigh.

Calm down. We still have to give her time.

Still, lust coursed through my veins. I climbed into bed. “We’ve been flying country to country and running around for these past weeks. Are you exhausted, mysh?”

She slipped into the bed and got under the covers with me. “I’m well-rested. We had a few times to relax.”

I gathered her into my arms. Those soft breasts pressed against my chest. Trying to calm my hormones, I focused on the bigger picture, slid my hand under the blanket, and then placed my palm on her stomach.

For now, it was flat. There wasn’t a bump or protruding belly, but I couldn’t wait until it came. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to reassure myself that everything would be okay with this pregnancy.

Moonlight spilled through the window. Part of her body glowed while the rest hid in shadow. Through the scattered light, I studied her curves under the silk sheets.

Since the moment I first brought Emily to Russia, all I thought about was possibly filling her with a baby. Part of the reason was that it was time for me to have a family. What had all the fighting for power been for, if not for someone to pass it on to?

The other part was my desire to cage my mouse to me. If we had a baby, she would always be in my life, chained to me forever.

Now the moment had arrived, and terror blazed in my chest.

Please, let the rest of this pregnancy be fine.

Emily’s soft voice brushed against my chest. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“But, I’m right here. Safe and sound.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Kaz. . .promise me that you won’t act crazy in these coming months.”

“I can’t promise you that, mysh.”

“You can.” She rose and kissed me. Her stiff nipples bumped against my chest.

Groaning, I drank her in, loving the taste of her mouth. She represented all four elements to me. I sipped