LOGINThe more I kicked and tried to push him away, the harder he pressed, showing his dominance over me. Because of my resistance, my robe came undone and rode up, exposing my thighs — which Kirill immediately grabbed as he settled his heavy body between my legs.
The position was overwhelmingly intense, because he was clearly aroused, and only thin fabric separated us from sex. Pressing his hardness against my crotch, he made me insanely aroused too. He knew exactly what effect it would have on me and rubbed on purpose, driving me crazy. I couldn’t resist this kind of pressure for long. Everything down there was burning with desire, pulling soft moans out of me. I was moving under him myself, chasing even a hint of the fullness my body craved. My panties were soaked through — and Kirill noticed. Unexpectedly, he pulled back slightly and tugged down his boxers, freeing his hard length. I swallowed heavily. At that point, I didn’t care about promises or restrictions anymore. I wanted to feel that man inside me — all the way, completely. “Kirill…” I was ready to give in, to tell him to finally take me, but my fiancé interpreted my tone in his own way. “Don’t worry. I really didn’t do anything with that girl. I gave my word — I won’t touch you. But I also can’t leave things as they are now,” his voice was hoarse, which sent even more shivers across my skin. Taking his cock in hand, Kirill began sliding it along my entrance, right over the wet fabric of my panties. With how much slick there was, it was effortless — and my clit got special attention. Where the panties shifted slightly to the side, I felt him directly, fully. It made me want to howl — he was so hard, hot, veined, and I wanted all of him inside me so badly. “You’re so damn sweet,” Kirill whispers against my skin, kissing my neck, his hot breath making me shiver. “You make me lose my mind… and that sharp tongue of yours drives me insane.” And I couldn’t even answer. My mind was nothing but pink haze, no coherent speech left in me. Kirill’s movements grew sharper. Suddenly he grabbed my panties and pulled them up, wedging the fabric tight between my lips, lightly pinching my clit. A few firm thrusts against the pressed, hypersensitive nub — and I shattered into atoms, overwhelmed by the orgasm, scratching his back. Watching me, he grabbed his cock and stroked it faster, groaning as he spilled himself onto my stomach. Collapsing beside me, we stare up at the ceiling and try to catch our breath. Suddenly, I hear a quiet laugh. “Holy shit! You’re forcing me back into my teenage masturbating years! You have no idea how long it’s been since I last jerked off!” “Well then… you are welcome,” I snort, hearing him burst into loud, rolling laughter. Damn, his laugh is ridiculously contagious! Turns out he has that type of laugh that makes everyone want to laugh along. I start chuckling too, turning my head toward Kirill. He was lying on his side, propping his head up with his hand. His face was lit with a sincere, bright smile, and his eyes sparkled with cheerful green. My heart skipped a couple of beats at the sight, and I stopped smiling. Don’t you dare, Vicky. Don’t you dare fall in love!!! Nothing good will come out of this for YOU! As if snapping out of it himself, the brunette stopped laughing too, only a faint smile remaining as he looked at me. “How are you feeling?” my fiancé suddenly got serious, and I didn’t immediately understand what he meant. “I mean your breasts. I hope I didn’t hurt you? I tried not to touch the tender spots.” “Oh,” I remember that he really had handled my breasts very gently — unlike everything else. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” An awkward silence hung between us. And to avoid it getting worse, I decided to escape. “Okay, I’m going to shower.” Standing under the warm stream of water, I cursed myself every which way. I can’t trust him! I saw perfectly well how good he is at playing fake care! Men like him don’t know how to love or belong to just one woman. I know that perfectly well! But then… why does my heart feel so much heavier?…I can’t hold back and slam my palm on the table when I see one of Kirill’s men calmly walk in and sit at a free table with a perfect view of us. It’s the same guy who drove us from the base. I think his name is Mikhail.The man sits down and flashes me a radiant smile, even winking.“Is that your bodyguard?” Marina asks, staring at the big guy, just as shocked as I am.“What the hell, Kirill?!” I call my fiancé, ready to give him a piece of my mind. “Why is your goon following me around?!”“What did you expect?” the man replies calmly. “After your morning statements about cheating with whoever, get used to Misha’s company now. Maybe you’ll finally become friends.”“Are you completely out of your mind?!” I yell so loudly a few of the café’s customers turn to look at me. “You’re such a pig!”I hang up and feel steam practically shooting out of my ears from rage. The bastard! He goes off to his harem, and sends his watchdog to guard me!I hate him!“Vicky, let’s just ignore him,” Marina
I felt nauseated, uncomfortable, disgusted. But, more than anything, I was disgusted with myself rather than the whole situation. I recalled our morning together, and it made me want to vomit.Why am I so weak in front of this arrogant stud? Just a minute ago, I had been a complete idiot to even entertain the thought that something could happen between us in the future.Seriously, Vicky?! Why are you such a fool?! You felt his fake care and immediately fell for his acting skills. It was even more infuriating, feeling embarrassed by my naive trust in just anyone.And my imagination wouldn’t help—it mercilessly painted scenes of the two of them naked, entwined, him passionately doing with her everything he once did to me, maybe even better. She moaned sweetly, shivering with pleasure he gave her. His magnificent body glistened with sweat over his rugged, tattooed muscles while the brunette beneath him arched gracefully with her perfect figure. Not like me, postpartum, with some fairly u
"No. I didn’t say that. Your mind is just… overly practical.""Well, you know!" I frown at him. "I have a question for you after our first night too. How did I end up pregnant?!" I start getting angry that someone’s “practical mind” turned out… not so practical!"There’s no 100% contraception," Kirill sighs heavily. "Maybe a condom was defective somewhere. We went multiple times that night," he smiles confidently. "Maybe our little boys got lost somewhere between changing the rubber…"Wow! He talks about it so casually! Of course, he wasn’t the one writhing in pain for more than twelve hours!"Tell me, after that incident in the library, did you take emergency contraception?" If I blushed before, now I noticeably turn pale, and Kirill notices immediately. "Are you serious, Vicky?!""If you didn’t notice, I wasn’t alone at that event!" This topic irritates me, and so does the way he acted then… and even now. "It would’ve been strange to go to a pharmacy with Danil and buy anything for
After a long shower, I finally crawl out of my little hiding spot, but Kirill isn’t in the bedroom. Quickly changing into jeans and a T-shirt, I wrap my chest and loosely tie my hair in a messy bun. I hear someone clattering dishes in my kitchen. Looks like the man is hungry.When I step into the kitchen, I freeze a little. Kirill is standing in front of the open fridge, scratching the back of his head. And… nothing strange, right? But he’s wearing only sweatpants, sitting shamelessly low on his hips, and I can’t help staring at his tattooed bicep and equally appealing back.Damn man! Where do they make guys like this? Then I smile to myself—after all, I gave birth to exactly the same kind! You can’t fight genetics.“Don’t laugh at me,” I hear, realizing he caught me staring. “I was just thinking what to make for tea.”“There are candies and cookies in the top left drawer,” I smirk, and only then notice that Kirill warmed up some food leftover from last night’s dinner.We sit down for
The more I kicked and tried to push him away, the harder he pressed, showing his dominance over me. Because of my resistance, my robe came undone and rode up, exposing my thighs — which Kirill immediately grabbed as he settled his heavy body between my legs.The position was overwhelmingly intense, because he was clearly aroused, and only thin fabric separated us from sex. Pressing his hardness against my crotch, he made me insanely aroused too. He knew exactly what effect it would have on me and rubbed on purpose, driving me crazy.I couldn’t resist this kind of pressure for long. Everything down there was burning with desire, pulling soft moans out of me. I was moving under him myself, chasing even a hint of the fullness my body craved.My panties were soaked through — and Kirill noticed. Unexpectedly, he pulled back slightly and tugged down his boxers, freeing his hard length.I swallowed heavily. At that point, I didn’t care about promises or restrictions anymore. I wanted to feel
Vicky:I woke up and opened my eyes sharply, as if someone snapped their fingers. One thought was pounding in my head — that I’d been asleep for half a day and the kids were on their own, hungry, miserable, and unattended. Then my instant panic settled when I remembered the boys were with my mom.There was a strange heaviness around my waist, and when I lowered my gaze, I saw a man’s tattooed arm that had slipped under my robe and was wrapped around my bare stomach.Memories of yesterday and last evening instantly crashed into my sleepy brain, making me blush. It feels like I had a fever, delirium, and — hopefully — hallucinations. The fact that Kirill was helping me express milk is something you wouldn’t see even in a nightmare, and if it really happened, I want to sink through the ground.However, another episode surfaced in my mind — one I’d also like to forget. Yesterday there was a moment when I almost let myself get weak, but that was ruined like a slap across the face by the si







