Forced to Marry the Russian (Nikolai Bratva Brides #2)

Epilogue - Lev

Two years later

“Thank you for shopping with Zia’s Florals. Please call again,” Lev heard his wife say as he walked through the doors of her store with Alexander in his arms.

“Momma!” Alexander screamed, wiggling out of Lev’s arms.

“Woah! Easy, tiger,” Lev grunted, lowering the boy to the floor.

He was off as soon as his chubby feet hit the floor. Zia came out to stand in front of the counter, her hands on her hips, watching with admiration as her son ran up to her, a big grin on his face.

“That’s my boy!” she praised when he finally reached her, scooping him up in her arms and planting kisses all over his face and body that made him giggle with glee.

She looked up from the laughing boy and smiled at her husband, who had caught up with them, leaning forward to kiss him.

“How was the game?” she asked.

“Missed half of it because Alexander wouldn’t stop wanting to go potty.”

“Oh wow,” Zia laughed.

“He never wants to go potty whenever he’s watching Konstantin shoot arrows at target practice. Maybe baseball isn’t his thing,” Lev shrugged matter-of-factly and winked at Alexander who burst into another fit of giggles and started trying to wink back at his father, however unsuccessfully.

“You ready to go home?” he asked his wife while ruffling Alexander’s hair.

It was past seven in the evening, and Lev had never eaten dinner without his wife at the table since they brought Alexander home. It had become a daily family ritual at this point over the past year, and they both loved it.

No matter how busy the day got, knowing that they would see each other at the end of the day always got Lev giddy once it was past 4 p.m.

“Yeah. Eva will close up. She’s gotten better at it,” Zia replied, handing Alexander over to him.

“You won’t be long, right?”

“Can’t wait to have me home, Mr. Nikolai?”

“You’re my home, Mrs. Nikolai. Wherever you go, I follow,”

Zia pouted at him lovingly and blew him a kiss, which made Alexander giggle.

“Oh, that wasn’t for you, kiddo,” Lev scolded playfully, even though he knew the boy didn’t care.

They waited while she went about giving instructions before finally coming up to him with her bag slung over her shoulder.

“Let’s go,” she announced, linking her arm with his.

The drive home was never quiet. Little Alexander was a very vocal child and always had something to say and a fuss to make, but both Lev and Zia wouldn’t have it any other way.

Their night routine was simple—a bath for Alexander, then dinner. As long as the boy had a healthy appetite during dinner, falling asleep shortly afterward while being read, His bedtime story was no hassle.

Lev always read him the story. It was something he’d wished his father had done with him as a child, rather than have the nannies do it and so, he was taking no chances in not doing it for his son.

“A new book?” Lev chuckled as Alexander ran up to him with a book completely different from what they had read the night before.

“Yes!” he squealed in excitement.

They’d barely gotten through the second chapter of the new book Alexander had picked out when Lev felt the boy’s head droop onto his arm, a light snore following.

By the time he tucked him in and headed up to his room, Zia had a towel wrapped around her body, just done with her night bath. She smiled up at him as he walked in.

“Alexander asleep?”

“Out like a light,” he replied, moving closer to his wife and wrapping his arms around her midsection, nuzzling his nose in her neck. “I love how you smell after a bath.”

“I know. Let me get dressed first,” she suggested, running a hand through his hair as she stared at their reflection in the mirror. “My body’s all wet.”

“I bet you’re wet down there, too,” he whispered and chuckled into her neck when he heard her gasp softly.

Lev didn’t wait for her reply. He’d been sporting a hard-on all day and was counting down the hours to when Alexander would fall asleep. Slipping a hand inside the towel, he untangled it, sighing as it fell to the floor, her naked body now exposed with her reflection hitting at her from the mirror.

“You are so beautiful, Zia,” he complimented, his finger sliding up and down her thighs but avoiding her wetness.

And he meant it.

It had been a long road to recovery for Zia, and he’d held her hand every step of the way, assuring her of how perfect she was and encouraging her when her moods shifted.

Two years later, they were here. She still had stretch marks scattered all over her abdomen. They had formed some sort of pattern that Lev found freakishly cute. He called them her battle scars and had even suggested she had them tattooed over because it was too cute a pattern. He didn’t know it, but she was seriously considering it, especially since she’d gotten his name tattooed on her waist a couple of months ago.

Zia let out another gasp as Lev finally guided his hand to her slit, sliding a finger inside her. She felt her legs buckle, and she held onto his arms while he finger-fucked her, increasing his rhythm and urging her orgasm on with his voice whispering in her ears.

A wave of pleasure shot through Zia in a matter of minutes, and she let out a small scream, her body vibrating violently until she couldn’t hold herself on her feet anymore.

Lev cradled her up and made his way across their large room to the bed, dropping her in the center of it and towering over her.

She had a soft post-orgasmic glow on her face, and he smirked at her as he stripped. He knew she wanted more, and he was prepared to give it to her without question.

Launching himself at her, he took a hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking on it while her hands ran smoothly all over his back and hair.

“Fuck, Malyshka,” he groaned as he felt how wet she had gotten.

Their eyes locked, both flickering with desire, as he positioned himself at her entrance and slid in with one fell swoop.

“Ahhh,” Zia cried out, tightening her hold on his shoulders as he began to thrust.

Their bodies entwined together, moved at the same rhythm, matching each other in sync. They fit together like jigsaw pieces and sometimes Zia couldn’t believe what her life was now.

He could feel her orgasm coming as her walls began to clench around him and he took her mouth in his, pounding harder and chuckling as her moans got lost in him, causing the back of his throat to vibrate.

Once again, her body gave in to the throes of pleasure, her wetness so intoxicating that Lev could feel himself almost slipping out. He wrapped himself around her, nuzzling her neck as she screamed out in pleasure, her nails digging into the flesh of his back.

It wasn’t long before he gave in to his climax.

“Oh, fuck, yeahhh,” he groaned as he felt his orgasm shoot out.

Zia wrapped her shaky legs behind him on his waist, locking him in, her walls clenching hard and fast, as her body received his every last drop.

Totally spent, he fell on her, grunting peacefully as she wrapped her hands around his neck and began kissing the side of his face.

“I love you, Lev,” she whispered, her voice still raspy from the orgasm that had racked her body.

It wasn’t the first time she had said those words to him, but every time she said it, a fuzzy feeling settled inside him, pooling around in his belly until he felt he would turn to mush.

“I love you too, Malyshka. So much more every day. More than you could ever imagine,” he replied, kissing her softly at the end of every sentence.

“That’s a handful,” she teased, as his mouth finally found hers and claimed it.

She was his. Forever. And he knew that.

This life they had created and built together, he was going to make sure with every fiber of his being, for as long as he lived, that nothing in the world would ever change it from what it was.

It was only going to get better because now, he couldn’t imagine a world where Zia didn’t exist.

And he never wanted to experience that.

*****

THE END