Midnight Poison (Zarkov Bratva #2) Read Online Penny Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Zarkov Bratva Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
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This woman is everything.

When it comes time to exchange rings, Feliks walks over and holds up his pinkie, where two rings gleam in the dull light of the hospital room. “You’re full of good ideas, my friend, but marrying this angel is the best one you’ve ever had.” He gives me a wink, and I take the first ring from him and slide it onto Brooke’s finger, promising her my devotion for the rest of our lives together.

When it’s her turn to take the ring from Feliks’ finger, he says with a cheeky grin, “He knows he’s punching above his weight marrying you, beautiful lady, and don’t you ever let him forget it.”

With a grin, she slides the wedding band on my finger and vows to love me until death and beyond, and I believe every word. No more doubting this woman, ever.

I’m about to kiss her when her eyes suddenly widen, and her hands go straight to her belly.

“Oh my God… Lev!”

Alarm bells take off in my mind. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

My panic turns to relief when she grabs my hand and places it on her round belly.

“The baby… I just felt her kick.” Her face beams up at me just as a little thump pushes into the palm of my hand. “There, can you feel it?”

Another thump. Then another. And another.

“Oh my God, she’s having a party in there.” Brooke laughs.

But I’m overcome with such an intense emotion that I can’t make my lips work. It’s a feeling I could never describe and one I have never known before now. It’s like a rush of pride. Of pure love.

I place both hands on her belly.

My baby.

I never cried at my parents’ funerals. I never cried when my grandpa died, either. In fact, I’ve never cried when life has kicked me in the balls and presented me with things normal people actually cry about. But right now, during one of the happiest moments of my life, I finally feel those tears pricking in the back of my eyes.

I struggle through the intense feeling, and I smile through my tears.

“My son has a strong kick.”

“Your son? I think you mean your daughter,” Brooke says, laughing.

I step closer so there is no space between us, both my palms still on her belly as I look down on her beautiful face. I don’t care what sex the baby is. Whether I have a son or a daughter, they will be more loved than anything or anyone on this planet. And it’s only now in this moment, as I feel him or her moving against my palm, that I realize I could have it all taken away from me—the power, the prestige, the wealth—and none of it would matter, as long as I have these two in my life.

“Zayka…” I tilt my head to kiss her, moving my hands from her belly to her jaw. “I’m so crazy in love with you.”

“Good because you’re stuck with me.”

I smile against her lips. “Tell me you love me.”

“More than life.”

With a rasp, I kiss her fiercely, and she melts into me as our kiss deepens. I need to get her out of this dress and into our bed now.

It’s when the priest awkwardly clears his throat that we stop. “Let’s wrap this up, shall we? There’ll be enough time for that.”

“Then you’d better be quick, Father. I’m not sure I can hold off much longer.”

I look at my wife and see the love shining in her eyes, and all I can think of is how much I will always love this woman.

She has been my best decision. My biggest win. My greatest love.

She’s brought out the human in me and taught me two valuable lessons in life.

That some things aren’t worth fighting for.

While others are worth giving your life.

48

BROOKE

I stretch out naked on the bed and hold up my hand to look at the wedding band on my finger. I’ve been Brooke Zarkov for almost three hours, and all of them have been spent in bed with Lev. After bidding Feliks, Igor, and Enya goodbye at the hospital, he’s been showing me exactly how appreciative he is that I am his wife, and now my body is heavy and relaxed with the afterglow of numerous orgasms.

His phone buzzes on the nightstand, and he opens a message. Putting it down, he rolls over and places a kiss in the crook of my neck.

“I have a surprise for you,” he murmurs before pulling away and climbing off the bed to redress.

“You do?”

“Yes. But you’re going to need to put some clothes on,” he says, his eyes still filled with carnal need as they sweep over me lying naked on the bed.

Sitting up, I look at him suspiciously. “What is going on?”

He hands me my dress. The one he’d barely gotten off me without ripping because he was so desperate to fuck me as his wife. I slide it over my head and slip on my underwear.



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