Chapter 460
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Katia’s POV
“Be good. Listen to your mother p>
“I always listen,” Aiden said.
Sam snorted.
“That’s a lie, but I appreciate the effort p>
Zane paused at the door.
“We’ll keep it tight p>
“Do that,” I said.
They left.
The front door shut. The house felt larger and less safe in the same second.
Aiden watched the door like it might open again if he stared hard enough.
Sam sat down on the other side of me.
“He’ll get him p>
“I know.” I looked toward the door anyway. “That’s not what worries me p>
“What then p>
“What comes after they get him? Men like Renner don’t work for free, and they don’t vanish without a reason. If Julian pulls him in, someone else will feel the tug p>
Aiden’s fingers hooked into my sleeve.
“Is someone still trying to hurt Dad p>
I could have lied. I didn’t fully.
“Someone tried. We’re making sure they don’t get another chance p>
He nodded slowly.
“Then he should have taken more people p>
Sam looked at him, then at me.
“Your son is starting to sound like you p>
“I know,” I said. “That’s the part that scares me p>
We stayed on the couch. Sam watched the street through the front window. Aiden eventually put his head against my side and went quiet. I kept my phone in my hand and waited for the call that would tell me whether the man who had written my husband’s death like a work order was finally in a room or still one step ahead.
The house finally went quiet after Aiden fell asleep.
Sam had left after dinner. Zane had gone with her. The men outside stayed where they were supposed to stay. Julian came back late, showered, and sat on the edge of the bed like a man who still thought I might break if he breathed too hard.
I watched him from the pillows.
“You’re looking at me like I’m still in that hospital bed,” I said.
“You were in that hospital bed two days ago p>
“And now I’m home. In our bed. With a body that still works p>
He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Katia p>
“Don’t start.” I sat up slowly and pulled my nightdress over my head. The air hit my skin. My breasts were heavier than they used to be. The small swell of my stomach showed when I sat like that. I didn’t hide it. “We haven’t fucked since before all of this. I’m done waiting for you to decide I’m allowed to want you p>
His eyes dropped to my mouth, then lower.
“I don’t want to hurt you p>
“Then you don’t get on top.” I swung a leg over his thighs and settled in his lap, still in my underwear, his shirt still on. “I fuck you. I stay in charge. If anything feels wrong, I stop. That’s the deal p>
His hands found my hips and stayed there, not pushing, just holding.
“You’re sure p>
“I’m horny, I’m pregnant, and I have been staring at my husband like a starved woman for days. Yes. I’m sure p>
I kissed him first. Deep. Open. I bit his lower lip and felt him harden under me. His breath left him in a rough sound. I rolled my hips once, grinding down on the thick line of his cock through his pants, and he cursed into my mouth.
“Take this off,” I said, tugging at his shirt.
He pulled it over his head. I put my mouth on his throat, then his chest, then lower. I slid off his lap and onto my knees between his legs. His belt came undone under my hands. I dragged his pants and underwear down enough to free him.
He was already hard. Thick. Hot in my palm.
“Katia p>
“I know what I want p>
I licked him from the base to the head, slowly, then took him into my mouth. He groaned like the sound had been trapped in him for days. I sank lower, wetting him, using my hand where my mouth couldn’t reach. I sucked him with purpose. No teasing for long. I wanted him wrecked. I wanted him to come in my throat before he put a finger anywhere near me.
His hand slid into my hair.
“Fuck. Baby. You don’t have to p>
I pulled off just long enough to look up at him.
“I want to. Shut up and let me suck your cock p>
Then I took him again, deeper. My lips stretched around him. Spit slicked my fist. I worked him with my mouth and hand together, twisting on the upstroke, sucking hard on the head every time I rose. His thighs tensed. His stomach jumped. I could taste him already, salt on my tongue.
“I’m close,” he warned, voice torn.
I didn’t stop. I sucked him through it. When he came, it hit hot and heavy across my tongue. I kept him in my mouth and swallowed every pulse of it, throat working, eyes watering a little from how deep I had him. He cursed my name and held my head like he couldn’t decide whether to pull me off or keep me there.
I swallowed all of it. Then I licked him clean and slowly until he hissed from how sensitive he was.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
I wiped the corner of my mouth with my thumb and climbed back into his lap.
“That’s one p>
His laugh came out broken.
“You’re going to kill me p>
“No. I’m going to ride you until I come on your cock. Then maybe I’ll do it again p>
I shoved my underwear down and kicked them away. I was already wet. I took his hand and put it between my legs so he could feel it.
“See? I don’t need a speech. I need you inside me p>
He rubbed my clit with two fingers, watching my face. I let him. My hips moved against his hand. A sound slipped out of me when he pushed one finger into me, then another.
“That’s enough,” I said after a minute. “I want your cock p>
I wrapped my hand around him. He was still hard, or hard again already, slick from my mouth. I lined him up and sank down on him in one long drop.
The stretch pulled a moan out of both of us. I sat there full, breathing, one hand on his chest, the other braced on his shoulder.
“Don’t thrust,” I told him. “I move. You stay p>
His jaw clenched.
“You’re tight p>
“And you’re deep. Stay still p>
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