Romance: Motorcycle Club Romance: Outlaw Biker's Baby (Contemporary Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (Bad Boy MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (19 page)

Pavel pushed Ella onto her back. He opened her legs and started to lick her vagina again.
This time,
his tongue made long hard strokes over
her,
and she
started
to feel her belly tighten. As he continued, she held his head to her and arched her back. When he pushed a finger inside her and found her G-spot, she groaned loudly. She had never felt a sensation like the one his finger massage was producing. Her moans became screams and then when her screams couldn't get any louder, she came in one wet burst all over him.

Pavel got up and without allowing her any time to catch her breath, he took hold of his cock and put it to her entrance. When she felt him sliding into her, she grabbed his upper arms and pulled herself onto him. He kissed
her,
and she responded by bucking her hips against him, willing him to drill into her faster. He picked up the tempo and loved it when Ella's breasts began to bounce up and down. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed.

''You are so beautiful, I really want you in my life,'' he said.
Ella could feel he meant
it
and the thought of this man in need of
her
spurred her to another orgasm. When he felt her come, he stopped and looked at her. As she shook
under
him,
he
suddenly became soft and gentle. He kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose. When she smiled up at him, he smiled
back,
and both of them felt their hearts lock together in a bond neither of them ever wanted to break.

Pavel began to thrust again and,
this time,
Ella knew it was to the end. She reached down and took hold of his balls and massaged them gently.
She
felt them start to swell. She loved the effect she was having on him. When he
started
to grunt, she leaned to his ear and whispered, ''I want your sperm inside me, now.''
This shoved
him over the edge. When she felt his seed gushing into her, Ella had her third orgasm.

*****

''Twelve weeks, Pavel. What the hell are you playing at?'' Abram shouted at Pavel, who was sitting in Abrams office. ''I asked you to do that job twelve weeks ago, and what have you done? Nothing. Don't you remember what I have done for you? Without
me,
you would be nothing, just a poor man in a
back water
in Russia.'' Abram's face had turned purple with rage. Pavel couldn't remember a time when he'd spoken to him so harshly. ''Do you have so little regard for me that you lie to me. You told me you would do it, and you haven't. You're a liar. If you don't do it by the end of the week, I'll have you balls cut off. One thing you should never
forget
is that
without my support
that shitty little business of yours would dwindle like a candle on a damp night. Don't forget that. There are two things I want to know from you now. First, when will you get this job
was done
and second when will you propose to my daughter?''

Pavel looked at Abram, who was busy wiping
saliva
from his tie, and tried to decide how he should respond. Pavel was angry, angrier than he had ever been. How dare he speak to him like that? After his silence. After all the dirty jobs he'd done for him, all those poor people he'd frightened to death.

''You seem to have forgotten why you have been so generous to me over the years. The real reason. It's not because you like me is it? I will do this job for you
Abram,
and it will be the last one. On the subject of your daughter, she can
go screw
herself, as far as I'm concerned. I've never known a more obnoxious woman in my life.'' Pavel stood up and headed for the door.

''Nobody insults my daughter like that. You will never marry now. I will kill any woman who comes near you. You ungrateful bastard.''

Pavel slammed the door and decided to take the stairs. He didn't feel safe in the elevator now. As he reached the ground floor, his
cellphone
rang.

''Hi honey,'' Ella said. ''How's your day going?''

''I've had better days. How are you, my sweet?''

''You'd better come home, I need to talk to you.''

When Pavel got home, he found Ella, sitting on the terrace drinking tea. She didn't see him at first. He stopped and looked at her for a moment. She was playing with her hair and reading a book. She was a vision of loveliness the like of which he had never seen. He'd known since the first time they had made love in the swimming pool that he loved
her,
and now it was time to tell her.

''Hi, what are you up to?'' he said as he pulled a chair up.

''Pavel, I....I......'' she burst into tears.

''What? What's the matter.''

''This morning I was sick so....'' she couldn't finish her sentence

''Did you eat something dodgy,'' he asked.

''No. I'm pregnant.''

Pavel thought for a moment as the shock rolled over him. ''That's the most fantastic news I've ever heard in my life,'' he said, as he beamed at her.

''Really?'' she said wiping away her tears

''Yes. I love
you,
Ella. I would give up everything I have to be with you. And now you're carrying our baby. My God, that's such fantastic news, I can't tell you.''

''But I thought you might think it was too early and be angry or worse want me to have
an
.......''

''Never,'' he interrupted. ''I want you to marry me.''

*****

Pavel sat in his car and looked across at the house he was about to visit. It was a mansion behind a high wall and wrought iron gates.
There was a security guard sitting
in a wooden hut just inside the
gate
. He drove up to the
gate
and waited
for the guard
to come out.

''My name is Pavel Belyakov, I have come to see Mr. Rasmussen. Please tell him I have come on behalf of Abram Volkov.''

The guard went away and didn't appear again. The gate swung
open,
and Pavel drove up to the house. It was a large house set in
it's
own
grounds. A tall man opened the door.

''I'm Stephan Rasmussen, the guard told me you have come on behalf of Mr Volkov.''

''Yes sir. My name is Pavel Belyakov. Mr. Volkov asked me to come and have a word with you about the property deal.''

''I told Mr Volkov that his offer wasn't good enough, I was expecting him to improve it or tell me he no longer wanted to buy the property.''

''Mr. Rasmussen, do you think I could come in for a minute and explain to you
Mr
Volkov's position.''

Rasmussen motioned with his arm for Pavel to enter the house, and he did so. Inside it smelled of fresh
bread,
and it made Pavel's stomach rumble. He hadn't eaten since
breakfast,
and it was now seven in the evening.

''Please sit down, Pavel,'' Rasmussen said when they had entered the sitting room. Pavel sat on the couch and Rasmussen on an
armchair
. The room was cozy, and Pavel noticed pictures of young children on the mantle above the fireplace. ''How can I help you,'' Rasmussen continued.

''I have come to break your legs and frighten your wife and children so much, they will convince you to do anything I ask,'' Pavel said.

Rasmussen jumped up. ''What? I'm calling the police.''

''Please sit down,
Mr.
Rasmussen. That was supposed to be the reason for my visit. I have decided on a change of strategy.''

Rasmussen sat back down and looked at Pavel. ''What the hell are you talking about?''

''There is a beautiful smell of bread here and from
that,
I deduce that your wife is at home.''

''Yes she is, but leave her out of this. I don't trust you.''

''Please bring her here. I promise I will not move from this sofa. I want to tell you both something.''

Rasmussen got up, walked to the door and called for his wife. After a minute, a beautiful woman appeared. She had dark hair, round eyes and a kind face. ''Stefan, what is it? I'm right in the middle of....'' She stopped in mid sentence when she saw their guest. ''Hello.
Sorry,
I didn't see you sitting there,'' she said as she walked to Pavel and shook his hand.

''Sit down my love, Mr. Beljakov has come to tell us something, although I have no idea what.''

Pavel waited until she was
sitting
. ''As I explained to your husband, the original reason for my visit this evening was
to physically hurt
your husband, and frighten you and your children.'' Mrs. Rasmussen put her hand to her mouth and looked at her husband.

''It's okay, I think he means well, although I wish he would get to the point.''

''The point is: in the past, I worked for Mr. Abram Volkov in the real estate business. I was his henchman.'' Mrs. Rasmussen gasped and moved closer to Stefan. ''
Mr.
Abram does not do business fairly. He frightens people into selling their properties to him a lower prices than the market value. In the
past,
it was me who
frightened
the people on his behalf. Now I have my own
business,
and
I
do not use scare tactics.'' He looked at the Rasmussen's and noted how intently they were listening to him. ''I am
very ashamed
of myself for some of the things I have done, but today it all stops. I promised
Mr.
Volkov I would do one more job for
him,
and that was to frighten you two. I understand you were in negotiations with him for the sale of
an apartment
block in Manhattan?''

''Yes. My wife's mother has recently died and left us Norfolk Towers. It's got one hundred and twenty apartments. I am
an industrialist,
I run
factories,
and my wife is a dentist.'' He looked lovingly at his wife, before continuing. ''We have no understanding of real
estate,
and we decided to sell the building.
Mr.
Volkov contacted our
agent,
and we had a meeting, during which we both took a dislike to him and his offer.''

Pavel nodded, I understand. ''As I have explained I was sent here to persuade you to sell to him. Mr. Volkov is a very dangerous man and a
very bad
man. I believe he will send someone else to
persuade
you, once he realizes what I have done. I
would, therefore,
advise you to go to the police and tell them he is threatening you. Please do so for you own sake.''

Mr. and Mrs. Rasmussen looked at each other dumbfounded. ''Thank you Mr. Beljakov. We will do
so,
and we will have
Mr.
Volkov
spoken to
.
Fortunately,
my wife's brother is well placed to deal with this matter on our behalf. He is district attorney.''

''Excellent. Then I will be off. I am sorry I have ruined your
evening,
but I wanted to warn you who you are dealing with.''

''Thank you,'' Mrs. Rasmussen said. ''Please wait here.'' She got up and left the room.

''Do you want to buy it?'' Stefan asked.

''I would be very interested in making you a reasonable offer. One to our
mutual satisfaction
. Perhaps I can ask my secretary so set up a meeting with you and your agent.''

''Alright. I will do so.''

Mrs. Rasmussen reappeared holding a parcel. ''Here, please take this. Fresh bread. It's much better for you than all the rubbish they sell in the stores.''

Pavel looked at her and noted how lucky Stefan was to have landed himself such a beautiful and intelligent wife.

*****

Ella stepped into the bath in Pavel's
house
and submerged herself in the warm water. It was a large
bath,
and she could almost swim in it. When
she
bobbed back up again, she opened her eyes and looked at her belly. In her fourth month, it was
swollen,
and she loved how it looked. Her breasts were also bigger and
tender
to the touch. She loved the changes her body were going through, if only the morning sickness would stop.

When she
was finished,
she got out, dried herself and put on a soft white robe. She walked into the bedroom and lay on the bed. She had never known such luxury. The bed was bigger than her bedroom at her parent's, and the bedroom was almost bigger than their whole apartment.
She felt so lucky.
She was pregnant by a man she loved and who loved her. Unlike most of her friends, she wouldn't have to worry about money.