Control Me (Corrupted Royals #2) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Corrupted Royals Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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Suddenly she hands me the bottle, then starts to breathe faster.

I notice the nurse timing the contraction while the doctor takes a seat at the foot of the bed. “Let’s have a look and see how far you’re dilated.”

My top lip curls as the nurse pushes Abigail’s dress back and helps her out of her underwear.

Every time this man is between my wife’s legs, I have to remind myself not to kill him.

When Dr. Koskinen is done checking, there’s a pleased smile on his face. “It’s almost time. We’re going to do a couple of practice pushes.”

Abigail nods, and my heart begins to beat faster.

The nurse shows me how to help Abigail into the right position, and then the doctor says, “Take a deep breath, then push as hard as you can for ten seconds.”

Abigail inhales as deeply as she can, then pushes until the count of ten.

When she slumps back, I grab the facecloth from the icy water again and wipe the sweat from her forehead. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“You better be,” she sasses me.

God, I love this woman.

“Push again, Mrs. Vetrov,” the doctor instructs.

My wife gives the push her all before slumping back again.

We continue with the pushes for twenty minutes when the doctor says, “It’s time.”

Christ.

Okay.

Fuck.

What do I do?

Abigail lets out an agonizing cry as she starts to push.

“Breathe through the contraction,” the nurse tells her.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do!” my wife screams, the expression on her face that of a ruthless queen. She grabs my hand in a death grip, then whimpers, “Nikolai.”

I press my forehead to her temple. “You’ve got this, Abigail. You’re so fucking strong. You’re going to be an amazing mother.” I praise her through her pain until she’s able to gasp for air.

The contraction comes again, and Abigail lets out a fucking war cry that gives me goosebumps. This time she doesn’t stop pushing, and with the doctor’s guidance, she gives birth to our firstborn son, who we’re naming after my father.

“You have a healthy baby boy,” Dr. Wells says while the nurse takes care of Damien.

She wraps a blanket around our newborn son before bringing him to us.

My fucking heart.

I watch as Abigail takes our son, cradling him against her breast.

Never in my life have I seen anything more beautiful than my wife and my son.

“Is my wife okay?” I ask. “Is my boy healthy?”

Dr. Koskinen chuckles. “They’re both in perfect health.”

Leaning over my precious family, I whisper, “My miracles. Christ, I love you both so fucking much my heart aches.”

Abigail gives me a teary smile, exhausted from the labor. “We have a son, Daddy. Look how perfect he is…” she pauses to clear her throat, emotion thick in her voice, “just like his father.”

Completely overcome with emotion, I press a kiss to her forehead. “Moya zhizn'. Moya dusha. Ty mayo vse.”

That’s what Abigail and our son will always be to me.

My life. My soul. My everything.

The End.

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