One Year. Nine Months. Two Weeks.
Tonight is the first night that I’ve decided on taking a night off to spend the entire night with Ivelisse. She’s been bitching at me for not spending much time with her lately so I want to do something special for her. She deserves it.
After the night I took over the family, she went to the apartment every day with Harlyn and they slowly started to clean up the mess that was our place. They spent hours upon hours working on the place. I offered to hire people to clean the mess up for them, but they refused, insisting that the manual labor was therapeutic.
When we finally moved into the apartment six months later, I couldn’t be more proud of the girls. The place looks nothing like it did the day I bought it. Harlyn has a crazy eye for design and I think that I’ll be having her do some more decorating for me in the near future with the bar and restaurants we own. I want them all to be classy and sophisticated and I know she can do it.
Walking into the apartment, I look around for Ivelisse but don’t see her anywhere. Coming to the kitchen counter, I see a note with her neat penmanship on the outside. Grabbing it, I open it to see her words on the plain white piece of paper.
Nikolai,
Never in a million years did I think that I would find love in a bar. I always thought that that cliché was a little lame. After two years of marriage, I never thought that I’d love you more than I did the day I met you at the end of the aisle. You are my better half even when I want to stab you with a stiletto.
You are the most driven, handsome, and kind man I could have ever imagined myself being with. You make my fantasies become a reality. I love you more than anything else. I couldn’t do any of this without you. I’d be married off to some dickhead mob guy if it weren’t for your uncle and his selfish ways. In a way, he brought me you.
I have something for you. A real treat, even though I know you hate surprises. This one will be worth it, I promise. I’ll love you forever and a day. You are my ride or die Nikolai Levin and I can’t wait for the next years with you.
Kisses,
Ivelisse Levin, your hot wife.
Taking the note with me, I make my way towards the bedroom. It’s the only room I haven’t looked in yet and the only other place besides my office that she rarely goes into. As soon as I push the bedroom door open, I see the candles and the roses. My eyes scan the room until I find her leaning against the bathroom door.
The minute my eyes reach her, I can’t help but stare. She’s wearing a skimpy little red number that barely keeps anything hidden. I can see every curve of her body as she continues to lean against the door. The black stilettos she’s wearing only make her legs look longer. The sexy girl that I love is now walking right towards me. Smirk on her bright red lips.
“What’s all this for?” I ask when she finally reaches me. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. She’s still a few inches shorter than me, but it’s sexy as fuck. I grip the back of her neck with one hand and bring my lips within an inch of hers.
“Well, did you read the note?” she asks coyly.
“The one my hot wife left me?” I grin. She nods her head and grins back. “Go on,” I murmur.
“Well, I had a few appointments today and I know I’ve been a real bitch to you lately about never being home.” She pauses and I just wait for whatever it is she’s trying to say. “So…” Before she can say anything, the baby monitor goes off next to the bed. I hear our little boy cry out.
She tries to move from my arms, but I don’t let her. “Stay here. I’ve got him.” I kiss her neck before I make my way out of the room and into his nursery. He’s lying on his back, kicking his little legs up in the air.
“Roman.” I pick him up and he starts to giggle and talk in his baby talk that I still don’t understand. I hold him for a minute, letting my mind go back to the baby we lost and how fucking ecstatic we were when we found out Ivelisse was pregnant again. The tears we both cried as we held each other on the bathroom floor are something that I’ll never forget.
We visit the grave of our first child once a week and sometimes more on the harder days. It doesn’t bring the baby back, but it brings some closure. Time doesn’t make it easier either, but loving on this little boy brings a new joy into our lives. One I wasn’t sure we’d get to experience, but a few weeks after the shit at the cabin, Ivelisse said she wasn’t feeling good and it reminded me of the beginning of the first pregnancy, her feeling sick all the time and not wanting to get up and out of bed.
When I brought home the test, I didn’t know what to think or how to even feel. At first I was excited when the test was positive, but as the weeks went by I couldn’t help but feel like the same shit was going to happen again – that we would lose this baby as well.
Looking at Roman, I remember the nights we were up all night, the final moments of quiet where I’d finally get to slip inside of her for a few minutes of hot sex up against anything I could find. He has definitely made our lives more hectic, but I wouldn’t change a minute of it. He makes us both better in a way I never thought. He gives me purpose when I make decisions for the family. One day he will take it over and I strive to make sure that it’s the best I can make it, something that he can be proud of.
He grabs my face with his hands and I just let him. I rock him a little and soon he starts to close his eyes. I don’t put him down just yet because I haven’t seen him much the last few days. Trying to keep peace between our family and the Abelli Family hasn’t been exactly easy lately. More facts came out about what Viktor was planning and now they want to go to war.
I’ve been fighting like hell to keep us from going to war, but it’s almost inevitable. I was going to tell Ivelisse tomorrow, but I don’t know if it can wait that long. Shit’s about to get worse, not just for the Levin Family, but for her too, She’ll learn the truth about the men in her family are and I hate being the one that has to tell her. She’s going to be devastated.
Once I know he’s down for the count again, I set him back in his crib and walk out of his room, shutting the door behind me. When I get back to Ivelisse, I see her lying back on the bed, eyes closed. She doesn’t move when I get closer and I have a feeling that she’s already asleep. She’s been the only one home most days and nights and I can see the toll it’s taken on her.
Undressing, I walk into the bathroom and start the shower. I had another man’s blood on my hands just hours ago and I don’t want it in our bed. I don’t want that touching her again. I don’t want it touching either of them.
When I get out and dry myself off, I see Ivelisse sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her eyes are watching me, but I don’t mind. If anything, I love when she watches me. It shows me that she still cares and wants to see me. Most of my men don’t know what it’s like to have a woman who actually is in love with them. They typically are stepping out on their wives and fucking anything and everything.
Not me, I love being able to come home to both of them when the day has been nothing but shitty. They are my drug of choice.
As I step in front of her, her eyes come up to meet mine. “Sorry,” she whispers. “I know I fell asleep on you.” I can’t help but smile at her. She doesn’t know that I could care less if she fell asleep on me. All I care about is that both she and Roman are happy and healthy. That’s the only thing I care about anymore.
“I don’t mind. It gave me a chance to shower off the day. Now the rest of the night, I’m all yours. Give me your surprise so I can get you riding my dick.” I wink at her and she rolls her eyes at me before pushing me back onto my heels. She goes to stand up and I wrap an arm around her.
“You’re such a dick sometimes.” She frowns. She tries to get herself out of my grip, but she doesn’t move at all. She huffs out, so I take this time as a sign to kiss her neck right where she loves it. It never fails to get her back into my arms.
“I’ll show you my dick,” I murmur against her skin. Her body breaks out in goose bumps and I know that it won’t take much to get her riding me. Or better yet, I can bend her over our bed and fuck her from behind. Yeah, I think I like that idea way fucking better.
Spinning her around, I put my hand on her upper back and force her face into the mattress. Just looking at the sight before me, I can tell she needs my hand on her ass cheeks. She twists her hips slightly and I can’t control myself. Her skimpy little outfit won’t make it through the next ten minutes even if it was made of stronger material than the flimsy red lace that is clinging to her in all the right spots.
Grabbing the bottom material that’s between her thighs, I give the material a good yank and hear the lace rip easily. “Nikolai!” she gasps.
“It was in the way of my cunt. You know how I feel about that, doll.” I trail my lips along her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along her skin.
I don’t give her any more time to think about what I’m going to be doing to her tonight. Instead, I pull back just enough to give her ass a swat. She jumps slightly but pushes her ass out into the air a little more this time. She loves when I spank her, even if she won’t admit it to anyone.
I smack her other ass cheek harder and this time she moans out my name as quietly as she can. She doesn’t want to wake up Roman and I don’t want her to either. It means Mommy and Daddy time is over and Roman time is just beginning.
I don’t wait much longer before I drop my towel and rub my fingers through her pussy. I feel how damn wet she is and I can’t bite back the moan as it bubbles up through my throat. Fuck, she’s always ready and willing.
I slide into her quickly, not giving a fuck about anything but right now. The feel of her sweet cunt taking me into her body and squeezing the shit out of my dick is unlike anything else. I could get lost in her body every minute of every day and never get tired of it. It’s fucking perfect. I start to slam into her with hard, deep thrusts. Her fingers dig into the blankets.
My hands on her back gripping her hips as I thrust in and out of her at a faster pace. Our groans are the only sounds besides the slapping of skin as we come together. Grabbing her neck, I pull her head back far enough that I can claim her mouth. She’s looking at me upside down and fuck it’s a hot sight. I feel my balls tighten as I kiss her mouth as roughly as I’m taking her cunt.
The feeling of her pussy tightening around me brings me closer to the edge and I know I’m going to come at any second. Sex with her has only gotten better over time and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to call her mine and only mine.
I release her neck and she buries her face into the blankets, stifling the sound of her calling out my name as she comes around my cock. I pump my hips a few more times before I come inside of her.
We’ve become masters of quick dirty fucks in between bedtime and naps. Something I didn’t know was a must until Roman came along.
Pulling out of her, I stand up and help her stand with me. “I still have your surprise,” she says sleepily. I bring her body to mine and kiss her neck.
“What is the surprise, doll?” I murmur against her skin.
She reaches around me slightly and grabs something off the bed. “Surprise.” I take the picture from her and see Roman. He has a big smile on his face and then I notice the shirt he’s wearing. Big Brother. My eyes widen and when I look down at her, I see the tears in her eyes. “I hope you don’t hate it,” she says quietly.
“Fuck no; I don’t hate it at all. I fucking love it. You sure?” I ask in shock, staring at the photo in my hand.
“Yeah, I went to the doctor the other day.” She gives me a sleepy smile, so I strip her out of the red lacy thing she’s still semi wearing. Once I get her under the covers and pressed up against my body, I go back to looking at the photo. It’s everything I could have wanted and more, but now I have more to worry about with talks of going to war with her family.
“I need to talk to you about something.” I don’t release the photo, but I do turn to face her. Taking in her soft features, I hope we have a little girl this time. I want her to be just like the beautiful woman I call mine every day.
“Is there something wrong?” she finally asks when she sees the look on my face.
“We are gearing up for a war. As excited I am that we are going to be parents again, I need to make sure you are aware of what can happen.”
She frowns. “Tell me,” she demands. I’ve gotten used to her feisty ass when she knows something is going to happen and I sure as shit don’t mind it as long as we are behind closed doors and she doesn’t do that in front of the family.
“Your family isn’t good with our peace treaty any longer. They want to take us down because of what Viktor did. They found out more secrets he was keeping from us and now we are the ones who are going to pay the price for his greed.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she closes her eyes.
“I hate this,” she whispers. I know she does, but there is not much I can do now. I’ve tried to smooth shit over, but they refuse to listen to reason on any of this.
“We will get through this, I promise you that. We will be fine.” I kiss the top of her head and I feel her blow out a breath.
“I love you, Nikolai. Ride or die, baby.”
“Love you too, doll. Ride or die.”