All of it manifested as she took it out on the punching bag. Her hits got harder. The pain clearly starting to morph into something else as she finally let loose. This time, rather than use her fist, she lifted her leg and kicked the bag hard. The dress was so loose that it didn’t constrict her movement.

Perspiration dotted her brow, and after she finished, she came to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, holding me close. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. This was all on you.”

I ran my hands down her back, my dick hardening as her soft body brushed against mine.

Chapter Seventeen

Aurora

I floated.

Staring up at the ceiling, the water carried me as if I was weightless. With my hands resting on my stomach, my mind started to wander.

After attacking the punching bag, Slavik had taken me to our room and made love to me for the remainder of the night. It had been glorious. I smiled at the memory alone. His hands all over my body. His lips on mine. His dick filling me.

Each time even better than the last. I hadn’t wanted him to stop.

When the morning came, we had no choice but to leave the hotel room and head back to his city.

We’d been back a week. My birthday was next week, and he’d given no mention of even knowing. Did he know?

My birthday had never been a big deal back home with my family. There were usually some presents and a few cards. Never a party. No one wanted to celebrate my birthday.

Taking a deep breath, I spread my arms out, allowing the feeling to completely consume me.

This morning, I’d woken up and vomited. Slavik had been there to rub my back. He’d promised to spend the day with me, but a call had him leaving. Something big was going down at work, and I knew it caused him great concern, but he refused to talk about it. I was there for him regardless. Whatever it was, he could handle it.

Left alone with nothing to do, with my thoughts, my attention had caught on the calendar. As my sickness started to abate, realization dawned. The morning sickness, the sensitivity to smells. It was all related.

Pregnant.

I had to be. It was the only logical explanation.

Only, I didn’t know how to go about getting a pregnancy test without alerting my guard or my husband.

I needed to know the answer.

Would Slavik be happy? Would he stop being attentive? Was this new closeness with him a ploy to get into my pants more often?

My mind was ruining everything in my head, driving me crazy with not knowing. I couldn’t stand the thought of Slavik only using me for sex. I knew he had a duty to get me pregnant, but for now, I did feel selfish in only wanting to enjoy the two of us together.