Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake, Carina (novels in english .txt) 📗

more me making up for being a dick.” I hand her a pretty pink gift bag with several things. She gasps when she sees the new tablet. “There’s more.”

She digs in there to find a credit card with her name on it. “What? I thought after I stole yours—” I press my fingers to her lips.

“You wouldn’t have to have stolen mine if I’d trusted you enough to give you one to begin with. I should have given you that right away. I let my fear of losing you get the better of me.”

“I appreciate this. I don’t think I really have a need. A lot of what I bought was just to piss you off.”

“Well, I want you to know that I’ll still chase you down if you ever think of running.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t actually run.”

“What? I thought you ran.” I do my best to glare at her.

“I was trying to make you feel bad.”

“I think it’s time for me to take you to see everything the estate has. It’s yours, after all.” We spend the rest of the day going around the house, out to the large gardens in our jeep to the stable full of horses.

“Ugh. I can’t believe no one told me about the horses. I’ve always wanted to ride one, and now I’m pregnant,” she whines with a pout that breaks my heart.

“How about we ride one together and I’ll make sure you’re safe?”

“Really?”

“Yes, and I’ll teach you to ride once our little one comes.”

“Thank you.” Damn, I love seeing that light in her eyes.

“Saddle up my horse.” Five minutes later, I introduce her to my horse, Raven, and then I lift her onto him before climbing on behind her. “Come on, boy. Lets take Mama for a ride.” I cradle her belly with one hand and the reins with the other. Giving him a little heel tap, we take a slow pass around the estate. Dove tenses up, keeping her eyes shut tight. “Calm down, love. I’m not going to let you fall.” I brush my lips against her hair, and then she finally settles.

“This is amazing, Victor.”

“It really is.” This feels so right that I don’t want to take a moment to let her go, but I don’t want to make her sick, so we return to the stables.

“Thank you. Today has been wonderful.”

“Thank you for giving me another chance.” I kiss her and pull away. “We have dinner plans and if I keep this up, we’ll be late.”

“If you keep it up, we’ll be having dinner in bed.” An hour later, we’re arriving at my mother’s house. Dinner turns out to be a feast and a pleasant evening. It’s late when I finally carry my bride to bed.

* * *

The next day, I wait for their flight to land while doing my homework on my guest. From everything on the file and what I’ve learned, he’s on the up and up, but it’s all the things that aren’t recorded that keep our worlds running. It’s the reason we’re not all incarcerated although he’d already been there, so I must be careful.

My phone pings, and I know it’s my wife. I’ve only been gone for thirty minutes, but she was apprehensive about me meeting anyone from another crime family.

Dove: Please be safe. I smile, loving how good it feels knowing she cares. I’ve become a big pussy when it comes to Dove, but I’m not ashamed of that shit. Fernando lets out a chuckle after seeing my expression. I flip him off and then go back to texting my wife.

Me: Always. I must come back to my queen.

Dove: You better. I’m horny. Fuck me. She’s learning how to get to me. I have to get my cock under control. I don’t want to give Santino the wrong impression, especially when his wife is there.

Me: Good. I’m going to lick every drop of cum from your slit as you ride my face.

Dove: Speaking of cum. I can still taste you on my tongue. Can you get addicted? I think I am. Holy fuck, I’m in trouble. She walked up to me in just her bra and panties in the closet as I started buttoning my shirt. She dropped to her knees and freed me, demanding to be fed. I came so hard and fast, dribbling my release over her lips and breasts. It was so damn sexy, I’m hard with just the image in my head.

Me: Brat. I’ll be back to feed your addiction later. Be good. I love you.

Dove: I love you too.

Smiling like a fool to myself, I love hearing her say she loves me. It’s a feeling I’d never expected until I met her. Then I dreamed to hear the words from her lips, and now I crave them beyond belief.

“They’re landing.” Fernando says from the front seat. I have four armored vehicles with six men. As the plane comes to a stop, my team readies for a possible confrontation even if we’re supposed to be on the same side. Exiting the plane a minute later are two large men in suits, scanning the area for snipers. Then out steps Santino Benedetti and a petite brunette at his side who must be his bride, Giada. The slight swell of her stomach and his hand resting lightly on it gives away her condition, which means his intentions are more than friendly.

“Bring the vehicle closer for Mrs. Benedetti, Fernando.” I step out of my vehicle and nod as I make my way toward them.

“Hello, Mr. Serrano. I’m Santino, and this is my wife, Giada.”

“Welcome to Spain, Santino, Mrs. Benedetti. I’m pleased to have you stay with us. My wife will be pleased to have another expecting woman around her.” Fernando steps out and stands guard, watching Santino’s guard. “I thought it best not to make you walk far.”

“Thank you, Mr. Serrano.”

“Call me Victor, please. I’d like you to ride with me.” I point to the other vehicle nearest