Chapter 58

• Bella’s POV
• Just as Ivan promised he fucked my mouth roughly without any care or regard to me. After he was done, he strutted over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers out of his top drawer. He slid then on before going toward our bed. I stay put on my knees. When Ivan gets comfortable under the comforter, he finally gives me permission to stand. “You have been a very good girl for me tonight. From now on every time, I come home I want to see you in that exact position. It pleases me very much. Now get up and come get in the bed. I haven’t had much rest in the last four days. I want to go to sleep." I slowly get to my feet which isn’t easy because my legs are numb. I still haven’t said a word yet. As I make my way over to him, I pause at Andrey’s bassinet to make sure that he is covered up. Once I slip under the covers Ivan surprises me by pulling my body flush against his. Just this one movement sends a thrill through me. Before I even think about what I am doing I snuggle up to his chest and throw one leg over his. Ivan is out like a light a couple of minutes later. ‘Wow he really must have been tired. I wonder what he has been doing these past couple of days? Better yet I wonder who he has been spending them with? Oh well I might as well forget it, because I will never find out his where abouts or who his company was while he was away from home.’ I let out a deep sigh and close my eyes willing myself to not think about everything and just live in the moment. I struggle with all my different thoughts, before I drift off to a deep slumber.
• The sound of a baby crying wakes me up. I glance over at the alarm clock, and it reads 3:46 am. I climb off the mattress and hurry over to Andrey’s bed. I gather him up in my arms and stroll over to the loveseat. I begin feeding my son, while staring at the person who is the cause of all the pain in my life, while he sleeps. I guess he wasn’t lying about not getting any rest while he was gone. Halfway through Andrey’s feeding Ivan starts to toss and turn a little. I see him reach his arm over to my side of the mattress like he is searching for something or someone. When he doesn’t feel anyone beside him, his eyes pop open. He scans the empty space beside him, then sits straight up. When he takes in his surrounding, he has panic written all over his face. When he spots me, I notice that look go from worried to pissed. I gulp down the knot that is forming in my throat. He goes to open his mouth but stops all of a sudden when it finally clicks what I am doing.