Bastard’s Baby(47)

We spent the next half hour just talking. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk with Natalie, but it felt like we got along really well. I was getting more and more comfortable around her, and it was great to have another mother to talk with.

Back at home, I couldn’t talk with my mother. She just wasn’t interested in talking about my bastard son. Whatever my father said was what she did, a good, obedient little Russian wife. It felt amazing to finally have another mother to talk about this stuff with, someone who’d gone through something similar.

After our wine glasses were empty, Nat stretched. “Kids are coming back soon,” she said.

“Okay. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Before you go.” Her face got serious suddenly. “I wanted to see you for a reason.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Just a warning.” She looked out the window, frowning. “In war, men do stupid things. There are whispers going around. People aren’t happy that you’re still here.”

“But Arturo said I’d be safe?”

“You will be, but he can’t control what everyone does. Just be careful, okay? Don’t wander around alone.”

I nodded. “Okay. I think I’m fine, though. They’re watching me.”

“Good. Just be safe.”

“Thanks, Natalie.”

She walked me to the door and hugged me. “I’m happy you’re here. Don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t.”

I left her room and heard it click shut behind me

I felt good as I walked back to my room. Natalie made me feel safe and cared about, although her warning was nagging at me. I understood why people might be angry about my presence, but I couldn’t imagine Arturo would let anyone hurt me. That’d only make things worse with my family.

Then again, maybe they’d want that to happen.

I tried not to let that get to me too much. I couldn’t control it. I’d just have to make sure I didn’t stray too far from my rooms. There was a war going on, and I could see how people would want to take it out on the innocent Russian girl who had started it all.

I pushed open the door to my room, not thinking, and looked up sharply as Vince stepped toward me.

“Quiet,” he said softly.

“What’s wrong?”

He grinned. “Alex is sleeping.”

I let out a breath. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.”

I shut the door softly behind me and walked into the room. Alexei was lying in his little crib, sleeping peacefully.

Vince stood behind me, looking down at the kid. “Easy,” he whispered. “He’s no problem at all.”

I turned around, and he was right on top of me, inches away.

Natalie’s advice came flooding back into my mind.

I needed to figure out what I wanted. I needed to make up my mind. His strong body was inches away from mine, his cocky grin making my panties soaking wet.

And so I pushed myself against him and kissed him hard.





24





Vince





The girl tasted like fire when she kissed me.

I hadn’t expected it. As far as I knew, she was still fucking pissed at me for telling her I didn’t want to be a daddy.

But apparently doing some babysitting made her wet, because she threw herself at me with a passion I hadn’t expected.

Not like I fucking minded. I grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the kid as I kissed her, my tongue touching hers, that taste flooding my mouth. We stumbled across the room, and I ended up pushing her up against the door to her bedroom.

“Vince,” she said as I kissed her neck, “we can’t. He’s sleeping. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Shhh,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you want to scream. And you’re going to stay absolutely quiet.”

I pressed my hand down her pants, flicking underneath her panties. Her pussy was soaked, and I heard her choke back a moan.

“Vince, we shouldn’t,” she said. “He’s right there.”

“Forget the kid,” I whispered in her ear. “Concentrate on my fingers rubbing this fucking soaked clit.”

“I don’t know.”

“You started this,” I said, grinning. “Now I’m going to finish it.”

I pressed a finger deep inside her and watched her face light up with pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, grabbing on to my arms.

My cock was fucking hard as hell. Trying to stay quiet around the baby was exciting as fuck, and it only made me want her all that much more. I wanted to see if she could be quiet or if I could make her break and moan my name like the dirty girl I knew she was.

“Look at you,” I whispered in her ear, so softly, rubbing her clit. “You can’t help yourself. You want to throw yourself at me because you know how I can make you feel.”